Goodbye national football!I have the opening goal card!

Chapter 72 072. Major Shareholders

Schalke's Wembley seized the opportunity and had another shot, but it was saved by the Stuttgart goalkeeper.

"Boy, follow me!" Stuttgart's captain Salz received the goalkeeper's pass, gritted his teeth, red eyes, like an angry bull, constantly hitting Schalke's defense.

But his attitude inspired all the Stuttgart players present to rush towards the opponent's defense.

Xu Tie, who had the most energy, rushed to the front and had several two-on-one fights with Saltz, losing three of his opponent's players.

Salz wanted to shoot, but the Schalke players double-teamed from the flank, and the two blocked his shot.

"This is it!"

Salz couldn't bear the excitement in his heart anymore, regardless of the three sevens and 21s, he visually measured that he was about [-] yards away from the goal, and shot directly.

Xu Tie didn't expect Saltz to be serious and had no time to react.

With a bang, the football hit Schalke's goal post and bounced far away.

Schalke fans were stunned when they saw a hole in their goalpost.

They all know that Salz is very important in the Schalke team, because this guy is the goalkeeper of Stuttgart!
"Saltz!"

"Saltz!!!!"

The Stuttgart fans shouted Salz's name, but Salz just made a gesture to the person opposite, meaning, brother, you did a great job, and you will definitely perform more next time!

Then he turned around and ran quickly with a group of Stuttgart players.

Schalke fans were confused. Did they think Salz would continue to work hard here?In the end, he ran away in such a mess.
"Haha, what a damn relief!"

"Where are those bastards clamoring for our women just now? Do you still dare to be arrogant now?"

"That's right, I was right there just now!"

"Haha, those Stuttgart bastards, you asked for this, we didn't force you."

The Stuttgart fans agreed one after another, running around the Schalke Stadium excitedly.

On the other side, a man was standing on a balcony on the top floor of a building with a telescope, looking at the Schalke Club in the distance, with a sinister look on his face, and an evil curve was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

Schalke FC.

Saltz treated the wound with the help of the team doctor.

He sat on a chair and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.

This is a life and death struggle. If it fails, the entire Stuttgart team will be destroyed.

"Captain, you'd better go back to the hotel quickly. Your leg must be injured and needs to be treated quickly!" the team doctor said with concern.

"It's okay." Saltz waved his hands and continued to wipe his sweat.

His right arm was too paralyzed to lift, but he still persisted and refused to let the team doctor treat his wound.

He still wanted to wait and see how long that bastard could last before giving him a fatal counterattack.

"Oh, don't be brave, just listen to me and go back."

"No!" Salz firmly shook his head and rejected the team doctor.

"Oh, you really don't listen to advice." The team doctor sighed helplessly and was about to get the medicine box, but as soon as he stood up, he saw a car parked in front of the door.

"Hey, isn't that from the Stuttgart team?" The team doctor looked out the window in confusion and saw a tall man getting out of the car.

This man's figure is a bit thin and his face is pale, but he gives people a very powerful feeling.

The man was wearing a black windbreaker and a black hat, covering half of his face.

"Why did he appear here?" Salz asked in surprise, also seeing this man.

"I don't know. He has never appeared in our sight. What is he doing here?"

"No matter what you do, keep an eye on him." Saltz ordered.

At this time, the black car slowly approached and stopped in front of Schalke.

"Captain, what is he here for?" the team doctor asked curiously.

"Keep an eye on him first, don't let him do other things!"

After Saltz finished speaking, he got up from the floor and walked quickly to the door.

The thin man wearing sunglasses got out of the car.

He walked straight to Schalke's podium, then took off his hat and sunglasses.

At this moment, all the Schalke fans present were shocked and took a breath.

"Oh my god, it's him, it's really him!"

"He actually came to our Schalke Stadium in person? Could it be that he also wants to participate in this game?"

"It's terrible, he is the goalkeeper of Stuttgart team!"

Many Schalke fans are boiling.

The Stuttgart players were also stunned.

"We can't lose! We absolutely can't lose to these guys, we must equalize the score!"

"Yes! This time, we must equalize the score!"

"Captain, are you okay?" the team doctor asked with concern.

Saltz gritted his teeth and nodded, forcing a smile with difficulty: "Don't worry, I can still hold on!"

"Captain, these are your clothes." The team doctor handed the clothes to Saltz.

"Thank you."

Saltz reached out and took the clothes and put them on.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Saltz looked at the uninvited guest and asked.

The man smiled slightly and said, "Do you Stuttgart people like to cause havoc here?"

Saltz frowned when he heard this: "Does this matter have anything to do with you?"

"Of course! Those bastards from Stuttgart are making trouble in my hotel. Do you think it has anything to do with me?"

Saltz's face became extremely embarrassed.

Originally, he wanted to fight against the Stuttgart team at this juncture, but he didn't expect to meet this guy!

"In the end what you want?"

The man took off his sunglasses, revealing a handsome face full of sunshine.

"I didn't think anything of it, I just want to tell you that Stuttgart is destined not to be the ruler of this world!"

"Why do you have that?" Salz asked coldly.

"I can defeat you!" The man replied confidently, his tone full of provocation.

Salz's lungs almost exploded!But he couldn't have an attack, he could only endure it!
At this time, the man suddenly reached out and grabbed Salz by the neck, pulling him closer to his side.

"What do you want to do?" Salz asked angrily, clenching his fists.

"Nothing, I just want to exchange a secret with you!" the man said with a smile.

"You want to say that you are from the Hornacek family, right?" Salz asked coldly, "But you are from the Hornacek family, why do you want to come to our territory of Stuttgart to run wild!"

"Because I'm someone you can't afford to offend!" After the man said this, he suddenly hit Saltz's chest hard with his elbow.

Saltz felt severe pain in his chest and almost couldn't breathe. He fell to the ground.

"you!"

Saltz was so angry that he was shaking all over, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

"You are really a little ignorant, so you can just stay here!" The man said coldly and left.

Saltz clutched his chest and stared angrily at the back of the leaving man, his eyes filled with hatred!
He didn't understand how there could be such a powerful fighter in Stuttgart, but no matter what, it wasn't a good thing.

This time, the match between Stuttgart and Los Angeles Getafe was broadcast all over the world.

Various reports are pouring in, overwhelming reports.

Even the local British media reported on it, causing a huge sensation.

"Did you see that? The Getafe fans are all so excited that they are going crazy!"

"Oh my God, I can't believe it. Hornacek's people are really here. This man is so powerful. One person can subvert the entire Europe. If he is willing, I can guarantee that this time The World Cup championship must be his!"

"This year's World Cup champion is none other than him, and no one can stop him from winning the championship!"

"He is an excellent football player, his strength and technique are the best candidates for the championship!"

All kinds of news are circulating crazily on the Internet, and almost every piece of news has mixed reviews about the man named "Adolph Rogers."

Of course, there are all kinds of attacks and abuse directed at Adolph Rogers.

In European and even world football, a name began to gradually appear in people's field of vision-Adolph Rogers!

At the same time, Adolfo Rodgers has also become an indispensable member of the Los Angeles Getafe team.

Since that night, Adolf has always found excuses not to return to training camp to participate in training.

Even when he returns to training camp occasionally, the expression on his face is extremely cold, making people feel unapproachable.

But despite this, no one in the Getafe team dared to despise him.

Because Adolfo is the king of Getafe, his striker is extremely powerful. Every time he scores a goal, the fans in the audience will even burst into huge cheers!

Who can say no to such a powerful and approachable player?
The so-called arrogance should be like this.

What made Adolf even more happy was that after a few days of getting along, Kadar finally agreed to let Adolf visit her parents on weekends.

Kadar is Adolf's childhood sweetheart. Although they rarely met when they were young, the relationship between the two is very good.

It was not until later, when Adolf was taken away by the Hornacek family, that Kadar lost his only friend.

Knowing that Adolf planned to visit Kadar's parents, club chairman User certainly wished for it and strongly agreed with it.

With three or four days left on the weekend, Adolfo said goodbye to the entire training camp and headed to Kadar's home in the Los Angeles suburbs.

In a manor outside Los Angeles, with simple and elegant decoration, it is the collection of Walter Glenning, a famous sculptor from the late [-]th century.

Standing outside the door, Adolf lightly rang the copper bell on the wooden door.

Not long after, an old man with gray hair walked out slowly.

"You're here?"

Walter Grunning saw Adolf from a distance, and hurried forward to meet him.

"I assume you're ready to talk to me about something?"

Adolf said with a smile.

"Oh, it's such a pity, dear Adolf, you don't seem to have had a good rest, and you don't seem to be in good spirits."

Walter Glenning frowned and said, "You should pay attention to your physical condition, otherwise how can you play football?"

"Don't worry, uncle, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern."

"Oh, you are always like this. I hope you won't cause any more trouble this time!"

Walter Glenning sighed.

"Well, sir, please tell Mr. Enrique that I will visit him on Saturday. Also, please help call Enrique here. I have something to say to him alone."

Adolf pleaded.

"Okay, as long as you promise not to cause me any trouble, I will agree to your request."

Walter Glenning nodded in agreement to Adolf's request.

After bidding farewell to Walter Gröning, Adolf walked straight towards the main hall.

There were two strangers sitting in the main hall. Adolf guessed that these two people must be relatives of Kadar and his daughter.

Sure enough, Adolf knocked on the main hall door.

"Who? So rude!"

The door opened, revealing the face of a proud woman.

Adolf was stunned when he saw her: the visitor turned out to be Sylvia Grüning, the owner of Dortmund Club!
Driven by the wealth and social status of the Glenning family, Glenning is now 48 years old. Her pretty and well-maintained face still has a faint blush, exuding the unique sexy charm of a mature woman.

However, Sylvia was wearing a gray pajamas at this time, with messy hair and blurred eyes. She had obviously just gotten up from bed.

As one of the major shareholders of Dortmund, Sylvia gets up on time every day to exercise, but she went to bed so late last night that she was delirious this morning, otherwise there would be no need for the housekeeper to wake her up.

"Hello, I'm Adolf. I heard that you have been in some trouble recently, so I took the time to come and visit you. I hope I can help you."

Adolf said with a smile.

"Oh, it turns out to be Enrique's young man. Welcome, please come in!"

Sylvia warmly greeted Adolf and walked into the main hall.

Sylvia has a very rich marriage experience, but in addition to Kadar, a short-lived ghost with a poor mental condition, she has had three husbands and four mistresses.

Adolf admired this open lifestyle very much. He felt that if he wanted to pursue Sylvia, he would have to work harder than others.

Adolf did not enter Sylvia's guest room, but walked directly towards the restaurant, in order to have a few words with Sylvia alone.

Unfortunately, when Adolf arrived at the restaurant, there were only two strange men sitting at the table. One of them, a man about 30 years old, saw Adolf come in and took the initiative to stand up and greet Adolf.

"Nice to meet you, Adolf. I am Max Myers, the chairman of Dortmund and the owner of this hotel."

Max Miles stretched out his hand and shook Adolf's hand with a gentle tone.

(End of this chapter)