The Fiery German Super Cup Arrives!

At seven o'clock in the evening, local time in Germany.

The team bus carrying the eighteen players in Borussia Dortmund's matchday squad slowly drove onto the internal roads of Westfalenstadion.

The Borussia Dortmund fans who had been waiting for so long began their frenzied chants.

By then, the area around Westfalenstadion.

Had long since been completely dyed yellow by the Hornets' supporters.

The densely packed fans swarmed around the team bus like a hive of bees.

Fortunately, the security near the stadium was highly effective, doing everything they could to keep a path open for the bus.

"Reus!"

"Reus!"

"Reus!"

As the Hornets' handsome face and the team's biggest star.

Reus's name echoed across the entire plaza.

Countless female fans even tore open their tops and stood in front of the bus, screaming wildly.

But for Reus, all of this had long become utterly ordinary.

Wearing headphones and sitting in the front row, Reus showed no reaction at all.

Amid the cries of countless fans, the bus slowly entered Westfalenstadion.

Once the bus came to a stop.

Klopp straightened his clothes and hurried off.

He had to get to the pre-match press conference as quickly as possible.

Westfalenstadion had a massive press conference hall, second only to Allianz Arena in the entire Bundesliga.

Yet even though it was already large enough.

The reporters in attendance were still packed so tightly that there was barely room to stand.

Two months.

In Germany, every fan and even every journalist had gone a full two months without football.

It was like a vagrant stranded on an island suddenly seeing an inflatable doll wash ashore.

They had waited far too long for this day!

As it happened, Klopp and Guardiola entered the press conference venue together.

The reporters immediately surged forward like mad.

"Mr. Klopp, after selling Götze, can your Borussia Dortmund still defeat Bayern Munich?"

"Mr. Guardiola, do you intend to make Bayern Munich play the kind of pleasing tiki-taka football Barcelona plays?"

"Mr. Guardiola, will Götze start this match?"

The reporters shouted out a barrage of questions.

But neither Klopp nor Guardiola paid any attention to the excited reporters.

Instead, the two men politely shook hands and exchanged a few pleasantries upon meeting.

The ignored reporters were not discouraged.

One after another, they raised their hands high as if they were about to jump.

After the press conference officially began.

Klopp casually picked a reporter in the front row!

"Hello, Mr. Klopp!"

"I'm Haulsen, a reporter from the Munich Football Daily!"

"I'd like to ask: over the past few years, you have led Borussia Dortmund to the Bundesliga title, and last season you even brought Borussia Dortmund to the UEFA Champions League final. Do you consider that the most glorious moment of your coaching career?"

Klopp smiled and adjusted his glasses.

Damn Munich reporter.

That fucking question was purely meant to disgust him.

He had led them to the UEFA Champions League final, only to lose to Bayern Munich. Was that supposed to be his most glorious moment?

Losing was glorious?

As expected of a reporter from Munich!

"No!"

"Even now, I still believe that leading Mainz into the Bundesliga in 2004 was the glorious moment of my coaching career."

Though he dearly wanted to give that damn reporter the middle finger, Klopp held himself back.

Meanwhile, Guardiola wore an expression that said he knew nothing at all.

He had only just arrived in the Bundesliga and had no desire to make enemies for no reason.

That might have been what he thought, but the reporters had no intention of letting him off the hook.

"Mr. Guardiola, quite a few Borussia Dortmund fans were already burning Götze jerseys outside the stadium before the match. What are your thoughts on Götze joining Dortmund's bitter rivals?"

Guardiola stared helplessly at the reporter.

Every reporter in the hall blinked back at Guardiola as he rubbed his bald head.

"Uh."

"Uh."

"Uh."

He said "uh" three times in a row.

Guardiola simply could not think of how to answer such a damn question from the reporter.

What did he think?

Of course he would watch from the touchline.

Götze's move to Bayern had been finalized before Guardiola even arrived at Bayern.

Besides, it was not as if the club had not paid for him. Which Bundesliga team did not send players to Bayern?

The Bundesliga was Bayern's backyard. The whole damn world knew that.

What was the point of asking him?

"Götze is a very outstanding player. I believe no team can resist the temptation of a player like Götze!"

After saying that, Guardiola pushed aside the microphone in front of him.

He did not want to deal with those troublemaking reporters anymore.

Beside him, Klopp pursed his lips and snickered with undisguised glee.

The press conference ended quickly.

To put it bluntly, the reporters' questions had barely anything to do with the match.

What they cared about was that Götze's first stop after his transfer was a return to his former club.

That was a guaranteed headline.

Who the hell cared who won the Super Cup?

What even was the Super Cup?

To put it bluntly, it was nothing but a pointless trophy.

It was completely useless.

7:40 p.m.!

Klopp walked into the home team's dressing room.

Every player in the dressing room sat upright in his chair.

"I've talked about the tactics for long enough!"

"I just want to know—do you know who you're facing today?"

"Bayern Munich!"

"The Bayern Munich who killed us off in the final minute last season!"

"I still remember the sighs of every Borussia Dortmund supporter when that damned Robben scored the winner!"

"I still remember the tears of those fans in the stands who screamed themselves hoarse for us!"

"We lost!"

"We held on for an entire season, only to lose in the final minute!"

"But!"

"Our chance for revenge has come!"

"Do you know where this is?"

"This is the most terrifying place in all of Europe!"

"This is called the Westfalenstadion!"

"Go!"

"Boys!"

"Make those damned Bayern Munich bastards give back everything they stole from us!"

"Victory!!!"

"I want nothing but victory!!!"

"Let these Munich bastards know what kind of place this is!"

Master motivator Klopp did not say much after entering the locker room.

Yet every word he spoke was like two huge bowls of stimulants poured down the throats of every player present.

Whether it was the refined Reus or the resolute Sven Bender!

Every Dortmund player radiated a terrifying aura.

Like wolves driven mad by hunger!