"Cheers!"

  When Yang Cheng raised the drink in his hand high, and it collided with the drinks or water in the hands of the players, the spilled drinks and water droplets fell from mid-air onto the faces of this group of excited players.

  "Today in Isola Bella, everything you eat and drink is on me! Yang Cheng stretched out his hand to signal the players to quiet down, then loudly said, "You all just eat, just drink, just have fun, in short, today here, we don't need to think about anything, don't worry, you must eat your fill, drink your fill, play enough, before you can go back!"

  The head coach's words suddenly made the players burst out laughing.

  Yang Yi knew that if he participated, they would not have enough fun, so he went to another corner with Paul, Bayler, Tygood and Hank, without directly participating in the celebration of the players.

  Sitting in his own seat at the table, Yang Cheng smiled as he watched the players start to get excited.

  Long before the dinner, Yang Cheng had entrusted Bremmer, Barak and others to convey his intention, asking them to lead their teammates to celebrate with abandon, although they couldn't drink, but everything else was fine.

  Tottenham Hotspur deliberately set the atmosphere, and even deliberately dressed Isola Bella, and on food, according to Chris Hughton's requirements, although a rich variety of choices were provided, they basically wouldn't be too outrageous, at least not making the players eat diarrhea, unable to participate in the game tomorrow.

  Without the coaching staff, the players gathered together, playing and chatting in twos and threes, some playing cards, others chatting idly. The two Brazilian teammates, Denilson and Dudu, who were in a good mood, even started practicing samba on the side, drawing everyone's attention and cheers.

  "It seems you don't care about tomorrow's game at all!..." Paul said, while Bayer looked worried.

  As Kaiserslautern was forced to a draw, Bayern's big win reduced the gap between the two teams to 8 points. Kaiserslautern has now drawn two games in a row, both away from home, and the team's form is indeed very general. Paul Breitner is worried that if they can't beat Bochum at home and Bayern wins again, the gap will narrow further, which would be a huge pressure on Kaiserslautern players.

  In the first half of the season, Kaiserslautern's mentality was well adjusted. Although the players were young, they were full of energy and momentum. However, the winter break disrupted this momentum and state of the team. After the winter break, the team had to start all over again. And Kaiserslautern transformed from a promoted team at the beginning of the season to the current league leader at the halfway point.

  Both the pursuers and the pursued have to bear great pressure, but Kaiserslautern is a young team, many players are even appearing in the European top league for the first time, lacking experience, may not be able to adjust well the psychological state between the two, as well as the pressure brought by the semi-final championship.

  "I'm not worried, it's just that we can't wear our worries on our faces, Paul!" Yang Cheng said with a smile.

  He turned his head to the side, looking at the increasingly frantic player Yang Cheng, and smiled slightly, saying: "They have already borne tremendous pressure, if we add even more pressure on them now, aren't we asking them to collapse?"

  "As the head coach of a team, I must help them at the right time. When they show diligence and fighting spirit, I must give them affirmation; when they perform well, I must give them praise; when they slack off or become complacent, I must reprimand and criticize them to get the team back on track!"

  "Nowadays, the team is facing a problem, not with the players or anything else, but with the adjustment after the winter break. Every team has this problem, some adjust well, some don't. We are one of the worse ones, with two consecutive draws. I believe the players have already put a lot of pressure on themselves, and I cannot just think about myself and shift the pressure to them again!"

  Paul, Bayer and other members of the coaching staff listened on the side, all of whom couldn't help but sigh.

  Yang Cheng has gone to the extreme by gathering his players for a dinner party on the eve of the match and giving them the freedom to have fun, allowing them to vent their frustrations and pressure without any burden.

  Just imagine if we still can't win against Borussia M?nchengladbach tomorrow, what will everyone think?

  But Yang Cheng didn't care at all, he chose to do what he thought should be done, which requires great courage and responsibility!

  "Anyway, I support you!" Paul patted Yang Cheng's shoulder.

  "I've always supported you!" Ti Yao Hank said with a smile.

  "Let's just drop it and have a drink instead!" Moniz said with a smile.

  Everyone burst out laughing and raised their cups filled with drinks, clinking them together heavily.

  On one side, the players were celebrating, on the other side, the coaches were celebrating, and the whole Isola Bella was wrapped up by Kaiser Slaw.

  Werner, Melzer arrived relatively late, pushed open the door and came in, saw that all the players were having a great time, had this unexpected discovery, but knew that if it weren't for Yang Cheng's permission, they wouldn't dare to be so bold, so he didn't make a sound, directly found Yang Cheng.

  "So late!" Yang Cheng smiled and set a cup for him.

  "A beer, thank you!" Tian Na instructed the waiter, then turned to Yang Cheng and said: "In a few days, I will go to the Football Association meeting to discuss the training base, there are many things to be busy with!"

  Yang Cheng smiled and patted the back of this busy person, Frederick had nothing to do with it, many things were taken care of by Warner Schneller, in this way he was indeed very busy.

  "In fact, I think you should make some reforms to the management level, weaken the board of directors' direct intervention in the team and let them exist more as supervisors, with power dispersed among various departments within the management... Yang Cheng thinks that Kaiserslautern's current management is too chaotic."

  "Werner, Melzer sighed: "I think so too, do you think I don't see it? It's just that those old guys on the board of directors are not willing to give up power easily, if we don't find a suitable opportunity, there's no way to make a move..."

  "Take it easy, these things can't be rushed!" Ti Yao Hanke smiled and clinked his glass against his.

  Mei Zai gulped down a large cup of beer, then ordered another one. "Oh, right! I have a letter for you..."

  "My letter?" Yang Cheng was somewhat surprised.

  During this period, many fans have written to him, but basically, the club's staff helped him reply, and few were handed over to Yang Cheng, unless it was a private letter.

  "For Uncle Yang Cheng!" Merle smiled and stuffed it into Yang Cheng's hand.

  The latter cursed and walked away a few steps, and others also politely didn't follow up. (Just then Yezi You)

  What was pulled out of the envelope was a card, on which there was a portrait that should have been painted by himself, painting Yang Cheng, very lifelike but with a hint of cartoonishness, looking very cute, making Yang Cheng couldn't help but chuckle.

  The back of the card is where the letter's content is written.

  "Dear Uncle Cheng, do you still remember me?..." The letter started like this, and it was even written in Chinese. The only thing is that the characters were a bit twisted and not very nice to look at.

  Yang Cheng saw this and his mind went blank, he really didn't think it was who it was, and couldn't help but continue reading.

  "I guess you've probably forgotten me, but it's okay, I'll reveal myself - I'm Nate!"

  Nate? Yang Cheng furrowed his brow and thought for a moment, feeling somewhat familiar, but couldn't quite recall.

  "Hmmph" If you still can't remember, I'll get angry. After all the hard work I put into learning Chinese just to write this letter to you, and you don't even recall me!...

  Next to it was a small Q-version of a little girl with smoke coming out of her head, showing that she was very angry. Yang Cheng suddenly burst out laughing when he saw it.

  When he saw this Q-version little girl, he immediately thought of the little girl Natalie he met at Leipzig train station because the little girl in the Q-version painting was wearing the jacket Yang Cheng bought for her, vividly depicted.

  "It's unbelievable!" Yang Cheng thought to himself, "This little girl actually has such artistic skills!" Nata's Chinese was also very good, although her handwriting was not easy on the eyes, but for a beginner, it was truly remarkable. Especially when he thought about how she could even write him a letter in Chinese.

  Having thought of this, Yang Cheng smiled and continued reading.

  "Last time I went all the way to Germany to watch you play, but you didn't even see me. At that moment, I was so angry that I wanted to scold you, but then I thought 'forget it, you were busy leading your team in the competition, how would you notice a little girl like me sitting in the stands?'"

  Although it was written, Yang Cheng could still taste the complaints and helplessness of this lovely and moving little girl from the words. It seemed that she had come to Germany with great enthusiasm to watch her own game, but unfortunately did not see herself.

  Which game is she coming to watch?

  "Never mind, Uncle Cheng. I've been busy studying lately. My dad and I have an agreement that if I can get into a good school, he'll let me do what I want. The first thing I'll do is come watch you play and cheer for you!"

  Yang Cheng shrugged his shoulders, this little girl's wish was really easy to fulfill.

  "Whatever, I'm going to sleep, today's class was so boring, yawning all day, bye!"

  Below is a Q-version of a little girl waving goodbye, and next to it is written "Natasha the match seller!"

  Yang Cheng burst out laughing again when he saw this, and at first he joked with Nai Te that she was like a little girl selling matches. As it turned out, this little girl still remembered it, and now she used this nickname to tease him, what a mischievous girl!

  "Who wrote you a letter that makes you so happy!" Paul Bier asked with a smile as he saw Yang Cheng walking towards him with a big grin on his face.

  Yang Cheng shrugged his shoulders, "A little girl who had only met once, Tim knew her, the one Leibizi ran into!"

  Tim, Hank apparently didn't have much memory either, thought for a long time, "Oh, it's that little girl who said she could learn Chinese quickly, what was her name... Nate?..."

  "Ah, it's her, she really learned Chinese and even wrote me a letter in Chinese!..." Yang Cheng said with a smile.

  He really thinks Nate is smart because it's really hard to learn Chinese, and also have to learn how to write letters, heaven knows why she learned so quickly, and the grammar looks pretty smooth too.

  "Give us a look!" Tim and Hank held out their hands.

  Yang Cheng directly stuffed the letter into his own pocket, provoking Tiao Hank to complain loudly, and immediately told everyone what had happened that night, making everyone think this little girl was interesting.

  "You should write her back!" Paul Bayer laughed.

  Yang Cheng nodded, "Go back and write her a letter in Chinese, best to use some complex idioms and proverbs, urge her to make progress!..."

  Everyone burst out laughing and scolding again, thinking that Yang Cheng was very much like a weird uncle with a bad sense of humor, actually teasing someone else's little girl.

  "True to his word", the next morning, Yang Cheng went out and sent that letter he carefully wrote in the mailbox on Autobahn Street. The Chinese letter was full of four-character idioms from head to toe, but he couldn't draw pictures, it was just plain text, and he didn't know how much Nata could understand.

  After returning to the club, Yang Cheng handled some afternoon match affairs and didn't arrive at the hotel near Autobahnstra?e until noon. The players gathered here for lunch, rested for a while after eating together, and then took the team bus to Fritz-Walter-Stadion.

  After yesterday's celebration, the players' mood seems to have relaxed a lot. Yang Cheng also specially arranged for the players to play some small games during warm-up, among which many players even brought the club's ball boys and played a game of "circle" on the sidelines, looking very relaxed.

  Seeing this atmosphere, Paul and others couldn't help but admire Yang Cheng even more, because everyone knew that only a relaxed mindset could allow them to better play out their strengths.

  From warm-up to returning to the locker room, Yang Cheng didn't say a word from start to finish, silently watching.

  It wasn't until there were only a few minutes left before the game that Yang Cheng finally stood up from his seat, and all the players immediately looked towards him.

  "Are you guys ready?..."

  "Ready, coach!..."

  Yang Cheng nodded, "That's good, Bohong is our old opponent, to deal with this team, we don't need to worry too much and just play according to our usual way, the final winner will definitely be us!"

  The players nodded frequently, Kaiserslautern's overall strength is absolutely higher than Bochum.

  "What I want to tell everyone today is, don't bother with those standings, don't bother with how many points we are behind Bayern, and don't bother with what tactics our opponents will use against us, because... ...Yang Chen emphasized "those things that have absolutely no help for the game at all!"

  Yang Cheng came to the middle of the players, looking at each player, he hoped to instill his own ideas, his own philosophy, his own fighting spirit and morale into them, so that they could understand what he wanted.

  "It's just like I said before, a football match is 90 minutes long, it's about individual players on the field chasing after one ball, competing with each other. This has nothing to do with how many points we are behind Bayern, whether we are leading the league or not, and whether we can win the championship or not! All of these things are irrelevant!"

  "What does it have to do with? " Yang Cheng asked himself, then pointed at the players, "It has to do with you guys!..."

  "It's like Bellon, because every pass you make on the field can change the game; it's like Gatusso, because every tackle and interception you make can prevent the opponent from scoring; it's like Barak, because every insertion and response you make can help the team score..."

  "It's about every single one of you, whether it's a pass, a steal, an interception, or even just the simplest basic movement, any of these can change the outcome of the entire game!"

  "So, I hope you can forget everything, forget the score difference, forget the standings, forget all that and focus on walking into the stadium, focus on putting your heart into the game, unify your beliefs, which is to directly defeat our opponents and win this match!"

  "A game is made up of passes, runs and interceptions, a season is made up of games, so only if we grasp every pass, every run and every interception can we control every game, and thus control the whole season."

  Yang Cheng paused for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing, greatly easing the tense atmosphere that had just been present.

  "For me, our goal for this season was to successfully avoid relegation and fight for a spot in European competition. Now it seems we can even achieve that ahead of schedule, so I won't put any more pressure on you, I won't set any more goals for you. I just hope that you, my players, will go all out to play every match with heart, to enjoy every 90 minutes of football, because that's your football, your match!"

  "The outside is our main stage, the stadium is our stage, the fans in the stands are our most loyal audience, and we are the performers. Our responsibility is to appear on the stage, bring the football style that belongs to Kaiserslautern, bring it to our fans, let them appreciate and enjoy!"

  "Is it difficult?" Yang Cheng asked with a relaxed smile.

  The players smiled and shook their heads one by one, "Not difficult!..."

  "Can you do it?" Yang Cheng asked with a smile.

  The staff replied in unison.

  "Alright, you guys go perform on stage, I'll watch from below and think of a place for us to celebrate after the competition ends. What do you think?" Yang Cheng intentionally made a silly face.

  The players burst into thunderous laughter and nodded in agreement.

  As usual, before leaving the locker room, players hugged Yang Cheng one by one and then walked out.

  After seeing off all the players, Yang Chencai walked out of the locker room with a satisfied expression, accompanied by Paul Beyer and Tiao Hanke, among others, and entered the Fritz Walter Stadium.

  Although the team has drawn two games in a row, Kaiserslautern fans still have full confidence in Yang Chen, because Chinese players have never let them down and they believe this time will be no exception!

  Especially when they saw Yang Cheng's high-three gesture, a burst of extremely warm applause erupted instantly.

  This is Yang Cheng's promise of victory to them!