Emmantrout suddenly fell to the ground like a puppet, and his sudden scream also alarmed everyone on the training ground.

“Eman?”

Shuster's face changed and he rushed over immediately.

"Wardfack?"

I said more than ten seconds ago that I should not curse him, but something happened immediately now? It’s not so evil!

"Eman? Are you okay?"

Isn't this nonsense? Can it be fine?

Beads of sweat as big as beans had crawled out of Shuster's forehead. His face was as pale as paper when his brows frowned. The heavy and rapid breathing sounds spurted out from his nostrils, which made him feel very uncomfortable at first glance.

"Ouch,"

"Ouch,"

"pain!"

"Heart...heart."

...

"Team Doctor!"

"Team Doctor, come over quickly!"

On the training ground, Yang Chen and the others also stopped training and looked here.

"What's wrong with the coach?"

"What happened?"

The fans around were also stunned. Many people ran over, and there were several reporters with cameras hanging on their chests stuck in them. Out of their professional sense of smell, they immediately lifted the camera...

The teammates soon came to Emmantrout, who was lying flat on the turf and closed his eyes tightly.

“Eman?”

"Relax,"

“Take a deep breath,”

“Try to relax,”

"Try not to move, I've called 120."

The long and short lens tubes have been shooting, and they don’t seem to care about Emmant Trout’s disease at all. They only care about the news.

Soon the 120 car arrived at the training ground, and Emantrout was taken to the hospital. The Frankfurt training ground was suddenly panicked and rumors spread.

“Emantrout seems to be very ill,”

"Do you have a heart disease?"

"I won't die suddenly, will I?"

"It depends on the situation, and it is estimated that he will not be able to lead the team to play games in a short period of time. What should I do if I play Bremen on the weekend?"

"Schuster?" Many people looked at Schuster.

Then the reporters on the scene surrounded Shuster.

“Birnd,”

"It seems that Eman can't lead the team to play games. Will you take over the team directly?"

Shuster pushed the reporter away in anger.

"Don't ask such a nutritious question at this time. If your wife is lying on the hospital bed now and I ask who your next wife is, how do you answer?"

"Shut up!"

“Get out of here!”

Schuster was not in a bad mood. Emmantrout suddenly fell ill. He didn't think about the position of the head coach at all, but was just worried about Emmantrout.

"Zheng, what do you think?" The reporters ran to Zheng Zhi again.

"I'm sorry, I have nothing to say."

Zheng Zhi and Yang Chen looked at each other, and the two left the scene.

However, the news that Emmantrout suddenly fell ill at the training ground swept across Germany.

"Bodiac" Emmantrout fell ill and Frankfurt lost his commander.

"Kicker" Schuster is about to take the lead!

The head coach of the "Frankfurt Report" fell ill, and Frankfurt was in a hurry at home.

"Deutsche News Agency" Frankfurt has no leader, and Bremen ushered in the dawn of victory.

No newspaper has paid attention to why Emmantrout is sick and what kind of disease it is. Instead, for the timeliness of the news, they have seized on hot reports.

However, at the Frankfurt Club, the human touch is still very strong.

At this time, at the Goethe University Hospital in Frankfurt, the club chairman led all senior officials to appear outside the cardiology department, quietly waiting for Emmantrout's examination and treatment results.

"Peter,"

"If things get worse, we have to hold a meeting immediately and look at the new head coach candidate."

The assistant reminded him that he couldn't stay.

"Wait a little longer, wait until the test results come out." There was no trace of anxiety and panic on Peter Fisher's thin face, "It may not be what you are worried about."

“Even if it’s bad, we have enough time to deal with it.”

“We have to think about the whole season.”

"I know." Peter Fisher waved his hand, not wanting to listen to his assistant continue.

Soon, the attending doctor finally came to them.

“Lucky,”

"If you come half an hour later, you may be in danger of your life."

When everyone heard this, they felt relieved.

“Unfortunately, we diagnosed him with a heart disease.”!!!

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"heart disease?"

"How is this possible? Emann has worked in this position for decades and has never had such a medical history." Peter Fisher looked at the attending doctor with some doubts, feeling that his judgment was wrong.

"The past does not represent the future, it is not congenital."

"Have been diagnosed. The continuous stress and fatigue have overwhelmed his heart."

"That means?" Fisher's eyelids drooped.

"He can't continue to stay in the coaching position, absolutely not. He must stop the job immediately, otherwise he will be in danger of his life at any time."

The attending doctor has already made it clearer.

"I understand." Peter Fisher finally looked at the assistant this time. "I'll go see Eman. One hour later, we meet in the club meeting room. You must invite Bernder into the meeting room."

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“Birnd,”

"Are you confident of taking over Frankfurt?"

Peter Fisher stared at Shuster. Shuster was not his ideal candidate. No matter how you look at it, Shuster doesn't want a head coach, and is often the player who is a genius and devil. However, Emmantrout had talked to him before and thought Shuster had great potential and was very familiar with this team.

Just now in the hospital, Emmantrout also reiterated it with Fisher.

Now, Schuster is the best candidate for temporary transition coaches.

"Peter, I can't see sincerity in your eyes."

"You don't want me to be the team's head coach, even if it's temporary." Shuster looked at Fisher with contempt.

"Oh?" Fisher still pretended to be calm, but he was suspicious. Is this guy Shuster really smart?

"I'm not a firefighting coach."

“If I want to take over, I have to sign a three-year contract.”

"Of course, if I fail to lead the team to relegation this season, I will automatically resign."

Schuster suddenly gave his conditions.

"HaBirnd,"

"If all the team failed to lead the relegation, what's the point of this contract? If Frankfurt's fate is a relegation, why should I take this risk?"

Fisher sneered.
To be continued...