On July 28th, Hoffenheim's players rushed over one after another.
Today is the last day of the assembly. All players must rush back under the premise of no special circumstances.
Hoffenheim team is full of German players, or local players, and their discipline is still good.
Until one o'clock in the afternoon, all 22 players from the Hoffenheim first team had arrived. Later, players were also amazed at the club's changes. Even Hoffenheim's star player Schneider Bach was obviously excited. Obviously, changes in the environment have a great impact on the players.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Xian was anxious to have a meeting with the coaching staff and all the first-team players.
There are more than 30 people in total, and the conference room seems very crowded. The coaching staff sits in the forefront, with the head coach David Koch at the front, followed by other coaches, and then the players.
The players are all talking in low voices, obviously a bit unable to adapt to the sudden changes in the club. After all, before they left, the club was still poor, and the interior was messy. But after returning, they found that everything had changed. The three Scherf brothers, Wagner and others who usually flaunt their arrogance sat obediently behind the head coach Koch. Other senior executives also bowed their heads and were busy with their own affairs, and the atmosphere in the entire conference room was unusually serious. However, they somewhat liked this atmosphere, after all, only this feeling is worthy of the word professional. Compared to now, the previous Meteor team was playing house.
Soon, the door opened, and Mary walked in first with a pile of documents. After entering the door, she leaned on the door and made way for an oblique figure. A man with an oriental face, wearing a loose suit, walked in. Although they had never seen him before, they had heard of the name "Zhang Xian," so they all knew that this was the sports director with the most authority and right to speak in the club today.
After Zhang Xian walked in, Mary waved to the outside of the house. Under the gaze of the players, one by one paper shells were sent in and folded under the corner, one person tall. Everyone looked over with some curiosity. At this time, Zhang Xian, who was standing in front, shook his hand.
Mary just said, "This is the equipment for the new season. The club has prepared it for you. The equipment includes two home and away jerseys, two socks, a pair of sneakers, leg guards, and two training uniforms."
The players were in an uproar. They looked at each other one after another, seeing the surprise in their eyes. Before, they were extremely lacking in equipment, not to mention sneakers. They only had two jerseys and socks. Shin guards and training clothes were luxury expectations. Now that the club had prepared all this for them, they naturally felt extremely pleased. Mary also saw the surprise of the players, and she was secretly satisfied.
"Next, I will call each player by name, and they can go forward to get their equipment. The equipment is corresponding, and the back number and name have been printed. First, Schneider Bach!"
The youth standing in the first row of the player bench stood up. This is Hoffenheim's star player and the owner of the No. 10 jersey. In football, No. 10 itself represents a special meaning. Schneider Bach smiled and got up, walked over, and took the equipment box. Mary smiled and blinked and said, "Go on for the new season!" Bach nodded and smiled: "Don't worry!"
"Aden Morsi."
Morsi ran over excitedly, picked up his equipment box, and couldn't contain his excitement.
Mary blinked at Morsi and whispered, "You are number 9!"
Upon hearing this, Morsi's eyes widened. "Center forward, No. 9!" What it means, he knows too well." I.. will cheerish this opportunity. I will score more goals!"
All present couldn't help laughing; it was a kind smile. Actually, they knew very well that Morsi was worthy of No. 9, but they had been dominated by the team's leader before. At this point in time, he was a hero with a sword.
At this time, a voice suddenly came from the coach's voice. "Morsi, come with me to training ground No. 3. I will teach you shooting skills!" Wagner said, and the meeting room suddenly became quiet.
At this time, Erich Scherf snorted. "What kind of shot will he be practicing? He has to train with me first!"
"Morsi needs to practice shooting. He is our number one shooter." said the coach.
"The top shooters also need conditioning. They just came back from vacation and need to improve their physical fitness to adapt to the arena!"
"I am the chief assistant coach. He wants to listen to me!"
"Fart! We are all coaches. Why should we listen to you?" After that, Erich Schörf leaned forward and said to the head coach Koch, "Old man, look at him ignoring you."
"You!!" Wagner pointed to Erich's flushed face. He didn't expect this guy to talk back.
Zhang Xian observed the situation with a smile. This was the effect he wanted, and it was also the area where he made the two coaches "compete."
At that moment, Koch interrupted the argument with a dry cough. "Well, everyone will have a tactics lesson in the afternoon, and specific training will start tomorrow."
Erich and Wagner hit a wall, but they were still upset with each other. They glared at each other angrily and turned their heads left and right. As for the players behind them, they watched the scene with interested faces.
Erich and Wagner's argument had drawn everyone's attention. They were stunned by how tough the new director was. With this kind of thinking, they subconsciously straightened their backs.
Everyone was looking at Zhang Xian. Zhang Xian spoke appropriately, "There are two things to inform you about in this meeting."
"The first thing is the goal of the new season," Zhang Xian raised his head and said lightly, "to impact the sixth level league!"
Everyone was shocked. If someone else had said this, they would treat it as a joke. But Zhang Xian's announcement was weighty. Combined with the changes in the club, they could sense that something was happening.
Seeing everyone's reaction, Zhang Xian nodded and continued, "The second thing is that the club has set up a goal award and bonus after entering the sixth level of the league."
Mursi clenched his fist fiercely. The goal award was very important to him.
"A goal is awarded 50 euros, and assists are awarded 30 euros. After breaking into the sixth level league, the club will give every player, including coaches, a year-end bonus of 10,000 euros. If you can win the league championship, on top of the year-end bonus, a championship prize of 10,000 euros per person will be added!"
The uproar this time was even louder. Ten thousand euros was more than their yearly salary. For players whose weekly salary ranged from 100 to 200 euros, this was a significant amount of money!
"At the same time, there will be other awards, such as the Golden Boot Award, the League Best Player Award, the League Best Team Award, and so on." Zhang Xian said with a smile, "As long as you can earn them, the club will not be stingy with rewards. Do you understand?"
"Clear!" The players shouted.
Zhang Xian banged on the table and shouted, "Be loud! Do you understand?"
"Clear!"
Zhang Xian continued to shout, "What is our season goal?"
"Enter the professional league!"
"Is that it? Don't you want the 10,000 Euro Championship Prize?" Zhang Xian raised his eyebrows.
The players were stunned, and then their faces turned red. Motivated by the prospect of money and training materials, they shouted, "Champions!"
"Champion!!!"
"Champion!!!"
"We want champions!!!" The players shouted with excitement. Nothing is more tempting than money. For these players who have been used to hard times, Zhang now knows how to maximize their enthusiasm. The whole meeting room is boiling! Even Mary and others were infected by the atmosphere, holding their arms high and shouting 'championship'.
In an instant, the conference room was alive like a forest. Everyone was chanting for the championship, morale was soaring!
At the end of the meeting, Zhang Xian and Mary returned to the office. Mary, who was still excited before, now looked dejected. She stared at Zhang Xian blankly and said, "Where are we going to get so many bonuses from?"
Mary was confident before, but after calming down, she wondered how Hoffenheim, who was in deficit every year, would be able to afford so much money. It seemed like cheating!
In contrast, Zhang Xian was the old pro who said, "We will have it."
Mary muttered to herself and immediately looked out the window at the stadium under construction, feeling a loss of confidence. Maybe they can really get rich?