You are all trash!

August 5, 2012, seven in the evening.

The Allianz Arena was brightly lit, flags fluttering in the air. Of the 75,000-capacity stadium, about 50,000 had shown up today.

The vast majority of the stands were filled with Bayern fans in red jerseys, with only about 2,000 Werder Bremen fans in green clustered in the corner of the east stands.

Bayern is based in Bavaria, in southern Germany, while Werder Bremen belongs to the northern part of the country—the distance between the two is considerable.

On top of that, Bayern allocates few tickets to away fans, so not many Bremen supporters made the trip to the stadium.

The match hadn't started yet; both teams' players were warming up on the pitch.

Compared to the overlooked Werder Bremen players, Bayern's stars like Robben, Ribery, Lahm, Gomez, and Schweinsteiger were greeted with thunderous applause the moment they stepped onto the field.

It wasn't just these established names—even young players like Kroos, Thomas Müller, and Alaba received cheers from the home crowd.

If any Bayern player pulled off a flashy move during warm-ups, it instantly sparked enthusiastic roars from the fans.

As for the Werder Bremen players, they were completely ignored by the home supporters.

They couldn't even be bothered to boo, as if they deemed the Bremen players unworthy of the effort.

On the pitch, Lin Quan was practicing free kicks with De Bruyne.

Seeing the scene around him, he nudged De Bruyne's shoulder and asked:

"So, nervous?"

De Bruyne shot him a puzzled look and replied, "Why would I be nervous? I've seen crowds like this before when I played at Stamford Bridge."

Lin Quan curled his lip. Stamford Bridge's shabby home ground could compare to the Allianz Arena?

Still, seeing that De Bruyne genuinely wasn't tense, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether they could win this game depended not only on the defense holding up against Bayern's fierce attack but also on how the two of them performed.

De Bruyne was the offensive core; his passing would directly determine the quality of Werder Bremen's counterattacks.

If he got too nervous and underperformed, this match would likely end in disaster.

Twenty minutes later, both teams finished their warm-ups.

The players filed back to the locker rooms for final pre-match preparations.

Schaaf saw that everyone had changed into their gear, so he clapped his hands to gather them together.

"Shh, listen quietly. What's that sound outside?"

"I'll tell you—it's the Bayern fans singing their club anthem. The song's called 'Forever Number One'!"

"Think Bayern's fans are arrogant, huh?"

"Ha, 'Forever Number One'? How can any team stay on top forever?"

"But in the Bundesliga Field, Bayern is the fucking number one, and they always have been!"

"Dortmund, Borussia Mönchengladbach, and us, Werder Bremen—we've all challenged them, but we were just flashes in the pan. No one has ever pulled them off their throne!"

"They've got 21 Bundesliga titles, 15 German Cup titles, and 4 Champions League titles!"

"And us?"

"Our last league title was ten years ago!"

"So no one expects us to win before the match. Everyone thinks we're doomed!"

"Do you think so too?"

Thomas Schaaf swept his sharp gaze across the players. No one dared to meet his eyes; those he looked at almost instinctively lowered their heads.

Only Lin Quan stared blankly at him: Damn, did the Head Coach pop some pills today? He's cursing? Usually he's so gentle and refined.

Too stunned, Lin Quan forgot to look away.

Schaaf noticed Lin Quan hadn't averted his gaze, paused, then smiled with satisfaction: This kid's got guts—a newborn calf unafraid of tigers!

He continued:

"Don't kid yourselves—I think so too!"

This caused an uproar. The players lifted their heads in shock, staring at their Head Coach as if they'd misheard.

So all that shouting just now, and you're not even confident yourself!

"That's right, I'm not confident either. Because Bayern Munich's paper strength is superior. Every one of their players is a star. Their market value is ten times yours, and they earn dozens of times more than you do."

"Wherever they go, they're surrounded by adoring fans and chased by the media. They ride in luxury cars and date beautiful women."

"Compared to them, you're a bunch of losers. You're nothing!"

The players' eyes burned with anger—whether from the blunt comparison or the Head Coach's belittling, it was hard to tell.

"What, mad? Not convinced?"

"Then get out on the pitch and fight them. Fight them hard. Drag them off that damn throne and stomp them into the ground!"

"Show the world with your actions that you're no worse than them!"

Go tell those idiots singing that football isn't about who's won more honors in the past or who has more trophies—that doesn't decide who wins!

It's also not about who has the higher price tag, who earns more money, or who gets more spotlight—that doesn't decide who wins either!

If that were really the case, then Real Madrid, packed with top stars like Zidane, Ronaldo, and Beckham, would have dominated European football long ago!

Werder Bremen needs to trample every opponent who looks down on us. If you can't do that, then just accept you're a bunch of trash, that you're inferior to them, and that you don't deserve victory!

"Tell me loud and clear—are you trash?"

"No!"

The players shouted in unison.

"Are you a bunch of sissies? Louder, I can't hear you!"

"We're not trash!"

"Good, then go prove it on the pitch!"

Captain Fritz reached out his hand, and the other players placed theirs on top one by one.

"Werder Bremen! Charge, charge, charge!"

The Werder Bremen players left the locker room with high morale and headed to the player tunnel, ready to take the field.

Before they came out, the Bayern Munich players were already in the tunnel.

They'd heard the commotion from the away locker room while they were in theirs.

So when they saw the Werder Bremen players emerge, they looked at their opponents with curious glances. Seeing how fired up they were, the Bayern Munich players felt a bit surprised.

What's wrong with them? Drawing Bayern and still this pumped?

Do they actually think they can win at the Allianz Arena?

At 7:30 PM, the two teams entered the field on time, led by the referee.

Lin Quan's first official match since joining Werder Bremen had officially begun.

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