Chapter 178: How many Alliances are there in the world?

Tuchel sat on the bench, anxiously pulling at his already sparse hair.

The dressing room situation was not handled well.

The club's upper management took the wrong side.

Eliminated from the Europa League.

No hope of winning the league title.

The German Cup, which we thought could "buy us time," was also lost.

All three are gone!

Do I have to go back to bartending again...?

Immediately after.

A comical scene came into being.

This Bundesliga's most obsessive and hot-tempered head coach turned and blamed Hummels, who was picking his feet on the bench!

"You messed up my plan; you could have done better."

"What are you thinking? The European Championship or the championship honors after joining Bayern?"

"Last year today Dortmund was on the brink of relegation; why didn't you cherish it? This season we clearly could return to the peak!"

Hummels looked bewildered.

He couldn't continue playing, so he moved his fingers to signal the coaching staff to make an early substitution.

Who knew he'd be fine soon after coming off?

Indeed, next season he's joining Bayern, and he really had the European Championship in mind, but what does that have to do with not winning the German Cup?

Nearby media reporters... expressions were bland: Tuchel isn't the first to do this; the stronger his in-game command, the lower his interpersonal skills.

Dortmund players had already accumulated a lot of resentment.

Tuchel's personality is one reason.

The root of the conflict lies in the tactical level.

His tactics don't revolve around a core player; instead, he makes players fit into his system.

He doesn't care about a player's seniority, daring to bench the renowned Sahin and let the youngster Weigl start.

As the Bundesliga media put it: even if a young Maradona fell from the sky, Tuchel would shout at him to pick up mineral water bottles.

After the chaos subsided.

Tuchel had no mood to watch Lewokusen's championship celebration, silently returning to the dressing room.

Beep beep beep.

The phone suddenly rang.

It was agent Messin's call.

"Thomas, after losing the German Cup, what are your plans? A Premier League club is interested in you, but Dortmund doesn't want to terminate your contract so quickly!"

"Wait... is Klopp leaving Liverpool again?"

"Haha! You still want to eat his leftovers? It's Chelsea! Of course, this can't be decided quickly; you're just one of the backup options, their first choice is Italy national team head coach—Conte! I'll call you if there's news."

"Dudu du..."

Tuchel stood there dazed.

Chelsea?

Backup option?

No way.

After years of researching possession philosophy and spatial concepts, how can I just give it up so easily?

My idol is Cruyff, who activated the 3-4-3 formation; Van Gaal, who promoted the six-second rule; Wenger, who upheld the passing-and-cutting concept; Guardiola, who is obsessed with pushing possession reform.

Even if I starve to death unemployed, I won't let the team park the bus.

Night.

Lewokusen Museum.

Hall of Honors.

Li Kang gently patted the base of the German Cup.

Engraved on it were the newly carved words "2016Bayer04Leverkusen".

Staff hurriedly opened the transparent display case.

The assistant interjected: "Which number German Cup is this for us?"

Professor Belinta adjusted his glasses and said seriously: "Trophies won are like a weakening ex‑husband; meeting again after a long separation doesn't bring much passion. The Bundesliga champions' salad plate is the true lover we day‑night long for."

"What cannot be obtained is forever restless."

Wo Le Er shook his head and lightly patted Li Kang's shoulder: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself..."

The assistant quickly echoed: "Yeah, we can win the championship even with a draw!"

Due to insufficient bench depth, Lewokusen lost several consecutive league matches at the end.

Fortunately, Bayern also couldn't handle the collective "logging" of lower‑table teams, missing a good chance to chase.

Currently, the two teams differ by only two points on the Bundesliga table.

The lively Hall of Honors gradually fell silent.

Everyone present realized... Li Kang's time at Lewokusen is running out.

Next morning.

Auntie Sophia arrived at Bei lai yin carrying big and small bags.

She had woven a pair of rope‑sole sandals, but found Li Kang couldn't wear them no matter how he tried.

Obviously I was still wearing this size last summer...

Measure yourself carefully, write the numbers bigger—I can't read them.

I'll have it ready for you before July!

His tone carried regret.

He didn't linger long.

The older generation of Spaniards despised Germany, just as Wo Le Er despised black people.

That night, Aunt Suo Feiya left Lewokusen.

In the blink of an eye.

The final matchday of the Bundesliga arrived.

Li Kang and his teammates boarded a plane, heading to Munich, the capital of Bavaria.

It's a pity.

Not Munich 1860.

Their final opponent was none other than the Bundesliga giants, Bayern Munich!

On the plane.

The atmosphere was somewhat relaxed.

Bender was planning the post-match entertainment route.

Kramer was playing Pokémon.

Brandt watched from the side.

Guardiola-style Bayern, no matter how they played, still stuck to that 'PositionalPlay'.

The football philosophy of beating Bundesliga youngsters from the youth teams up to the first team.

All of Germany's youth academies emulate this rotating philosophy.

Even a fool, after being hit a hundred times by this bunch of cheap tricks, would know which vital parts to protect, right?

That's what all Leverkusen teammates thought.

Li Kang held a copy of the 'Munich Travel Guide'.

At the bottom of the system panel, the Bundesliga schedule progress bar was displayed.

Thirty-four squares, only the last little square left to be filled.

The plane flew through the thick clouds.

It slowly descended onto Munich Airport.

The Leverkusen players walked out one by one from the arrival gate.

Neutral fans around the cordon cheered wildly.

Lee!!!

Come on!

We will always support you!

Dino wondered, 'Does Lee also have that many fans in Munich?'

Tuopu Laotou sighed, 'This is his last match in the Bundesliga.'

As of 2016, there were six Allianz stadiums worldwide.

The German Allianz Group is Europe's largest insurance company and one of the world's largest asset management groups.

Naming rights stadiums are their favorite marketing method.

Munich Allianz Arena.

A hot air balloon printed with the Bundesliga logo slowly rose.

The pitch was seemingly covered by a sea of red.

In the 15/16 season, Bayern Munich's home kit was blazing like the sun.

CCTV5! CCTV5! Good evening, viewers.

Welcome to watch the 2015/16 Bundesliga Season Matchday 34!

Bayern Munich hosts Leverkusen at home.

The Bundesliga title-deciding showdown!

Tonight, Munich will decide this season's Bundesliga champion!

Tuopu Laotou stood straight, the evening wind messing up his white hair.

Guardiola crossed his arms over his chest, gazing into the distance.

Player tunnel.

Alaba warmly greeted Li Kang.

Li, have you played the newly released Doom 4?

Li Kang shook his head seriously.

It's so fun! Let me tell you...

Alaba's excited tone drew the young ball kids to look up curiously.

Lai Wan's mouth twitched.

What a perfectly good Bundesliga title-deciding match, how did it turn into a primary and middle school gathering?

Kimmich stood at the back of the line, quietly gazing at Li Kang's back, his expression complex.

Alonso seemed to see the boy's worries, smiling as he pressed his shoulder: 'Don't rush, you peers will have many chances to meet in the future...'