Tuchel sat on the coach's bench, frustratedly tugging at his already thinning hair.

His relationship with the dressing room was not good.

The club's upper management had taken the wrong side.

They were eliminated from the Europa League.

The league title race was hopeless.

The German Cup, which he thought would give him a "life extension," was also lost.

Nothing at all!

Could it be... was he going back to the bar to serve dishes?

Then, a comical scene unfolded.

The most eccentric and volatile coach in the Bundesliga turned to berate Hummels, who was picking his toes on the bench!

"You messed up my plan, you could have done better."

"What's on your mind? The European Cup or the championship glory after joining Bayern?"

"This time last year, Dortmund was on the verge of relegation, why don't you cherish this? We could clearly return to the peak this season!"

Hummels was dumbfounded.

He couldn't continue the game, so he signaled the coaching staff to substitute him in advance.

Who knew he would be fine so soon after coming off?

He was indeed joining Bayern next season, and he was indeed thinking about the European Cup, but what did that have to do with not winning the German Cup?

The nearby media reporters... had bland expressions: this wasn't the first time Tuchel had done something like this; the stronger his on-the-spot command, the lower his interpersonal skills.

...

Dortmund players had accumulated a lot of resentment in their hearts.

Tuchel's personality was one reason.

The root of the conflict lay in the tactical level.

His tactics didn't revolve around core players, but rather had players integrate into his system.

He didn't care about a player's seniority, daring to bench the renowned Şahin and promote the young Weigl.

According to the German media: even if a young version of Maradona fell from the sky, Tuchel would still tell him to pick up mineral water bottles.

After the chaos subsided, Tuchel had no mood to watch Leverkusen's championship celebration, and silently returned to the locker room.

Beep beep beep.

His phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from his agent, Messing.

"Thomas, what are your plans after losing the German Cup? A Premier League club is very interested in you, but Dortmund doesn't want to terminate your contract so quickly either!"

"Wait... is Klopp leaving Liverpool again?"

"Haha! You're still thinking about picking up his leftovers? It's Chelsea! Of course, this matter can't be settled so quickly, you're just one of the backup plans, their first choice is the Italian national team coach, Conte! I'll call you again when I have news!"

"Beep beep beep..."

Tuchel stood there blankly.

Chelsea?

Backup plan?

No way.

He had studied the philosophy of possession and space concepts for so many years, how could he give up so easily?

My idol is Cruyff, who activated the 3-4-3 formation, Van Gaal, who promoted the six-second principle, Wenger, who implemented the passing and cutting concept, and Guardiola, who is obsessed with promoting possession-based revolution.

I would rather starve to death than let the players park the bus.

...

That night.

Leverkusen Museum.

Hall of Fame.

Li Kang carefully patted the base of the German Cup.

The words '2016Bayer04Leverkusen' were newly engraved on it.

The staff quickly opened the transparent cabinet.

The little assistant interjected, "How many German Cups is this for us?"

Teacher Berenta raised his glasses and said seriously, "The trophies we've won are like increasingly weak ex-husbands, and a reunion after a long absence won't bring much passion. The salad bowl of the Bundesliga championship is the lover we miss day and night..."

"What you can't get is always agitating."

Völler shook his head and gently patted Li Kang on the shoulder, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself..."

The little assistant quickly echoed, "Yeah, we can win the championship even if we draw!"

Due to insufficient bench depth, Leverkusen suffered consecutive setbacks in the last few league games.

Fortunately, Bayern was also unable to withstand the collective "lumbering" of the mid-to-lower teams, and failed to seize the good opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Currently, the two teams are only 2 points apart in the Bundesliga standings.

The lively hall of fame gradually fell silent.

Everyone present realized... that Li Kang's time in Leverkusen was running out.

.....

The next morning.

Grandma Sofia came to North Rhine with big bags and small bags.

She knitted a pair of rope-soled sandals, but found that Li Kang couldn't wear them no matter how he tried.

"He was clearly wearing this size last summer..."

"Measure it yourself properly, write the numbers bigger, I can't see clearly."

"I'll make it for you before July!"

Her tone was full of regret.

She didn't stay too long.

The older generation of Spaniards disliked Germany, just as Völler disliked black people.

Grandma Sofia left Leverkusen that night.

....

In the blink of an eye.

The final round of the Bundesliga arrived.

Li Kang and his teammates boarded a plane to Munich, the capital of Bavaria.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Munich 1860.

Their final round opponent was the Bundesliga giant, Bayern Munich!

On the plane, the atmosphere was slightly relaxed.

Bender was planning the entertainment route after the game.

Kramer was playing Pokémon.

Brandt was watching from the side.

Guardiola's Bayern, playing来踢去(lái tī qù) was still that set of "positionalplay."

The football philosophy that beat Bundesliga youngsters from the youth team to the first team.

The rotation philosophy that the entire German youth training system was imitating.

Even a fool, after being beaten a hundred times by this Wang Ba Fist, would know which important parts to protect, right?

These were the thoughts of all of Li Kang's Leverkusen teammates.

Li Kang held a copy of the "Munich Travel Guide" in his hand.

At the bottom of the system panel was a progress bar showing the Bundesliga schedule.

Thirty-four squares, only the last small square was left to be filled.

.....

The plane passed through thick clouds and slowly landed at Munich Airport.

The Leverkusen players walked out of the arrival gate one by one.

The neutral fans around the cordon cheered wildly.

"Lee!!!"

"Good luck!"

"We will always support you!"

Dino was puzzled, "Does Lee have so many fans in Munich too?"

Old man Top sighed, "This is his last game in the Bundesliga."

...

As of 2016, there were six "Allianz" stadiums in the world.

The German Allianz Group is the largest insurance company in Europe and one of the largest asset management groups in the world.

Naming stadiums is their favorite marketing method.

Munich Allianz Arena.

A hot air balloon printed with the Bundesliga logo slowly rose into the air.

The green field seemed to be shrouded in a red ocean.

In the 15/16 season, Bayern Munich's home jersey was as fiery as the sun.

"Ctv5! Ctv5! Good evening, viewers."

"Welcome to the 34th round of the 2015/16 Bundesliga season!"

"Bayern Munich hosts Leverkusen."

"A life-and-death battle for the Bundesliga title!"

"Tonight, Munich will decide the Bundesliga champion of this season!"

Old man Top stood up straight, the evening breeze messing up his white hair.

Guardiola crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eyes fixed on the distance.

....

Player tunnel.

Alaba warmly greeted Li Kang.

"Lee, have you played the new Doom 4?"

Li Kang shook his head seriously.

"It's so much fun! Let me tell you..."

Alaba's tone was excited, attracting the little ball boys to curiously look up.

Lewandowski's mouth twitched.

How did a life-and-death battle for the Bundesliga title turn into a gathering of middle and primary school students?

Kimmich stood at the back of the line, quietly watching Li Kang's back, his expression complicated.

Alonso seemed to see the boy's thoughts, and smiled as he held his shoulder, "Don't worry, you and your peers will have many opportunities to meet in the future..."