Bayer Leverkusen Club.
An impassioned stream of commentary blared from the television.
Völler frowned. "Long-range power shots from that distance place a severe strain on the ankles and inner thighs. They can lead to all sorts of potential secondary injuries. I don't want—"
He did not continue.
Although he wielded absolute authority within the club,
he had never interfered with the tactical arrangements of Bayer Leverkusen's coaches at any level.
Not even though he had once coached the German national team to a World Cup runner-up finish.
The young assistant handed over a report.
He said seriously,
"Boss, all of Leo's physical indicators are normal. As for his aphasia, no problems have been detected in his cerebral blood vessels or nervous system. Dr. Haken from Bayer Group and the club's medical team recommend medication."
Völler raised a hand to cut him off. "Do you know what side effects those damned drugs can cause? Since there are no underlying conditions, there's no need to treat it. I didn't start talking until I was thirteen!"
The young assistant's face darkened as he added, "Boss, Dr. Haken believes Leo needs weekly counseling sessions, but the cost..."
On the television screen, Leo Kang showed none of the joy of scoring. His expression was as calm as ever.
He seemed even worse than Balotelli.
After pondering for a moment, Völler nodded. "That's a good suggestion. Money isn't a problem. Bayer Leverkusen will cover the cost."
"Tell old Haken to send the most expensive one. What's that profession called again? Oh! A spiritual mentor!"
Borussia-Park.
The Borussia Mönchengladbach fans did not leave immediately. Instead, they sang the Little Pony anthem in unison, cheering on their players.
The Bayer Leverkusen players crowded around, excitedly ruffling the black hair of the goalscorer.
Leo Kang only felt a slight