Thomas Müller is enthusiastic about his first international adventure-and is enthusiastic himself. However, he does not want to resist a tie against 1860.
Vancouver – Thomas Müller has only been officially in Canada for three weeks. More precisely in Vancouver, with the Whitecaps. On August 13th he took off the plane towards North America, and this Tuesday he was back at Bayern on the training ground. With mighty imposing impressions from the new football world.
The 2014 world champion raves about this at least in his monthly newsletter. Müller writes: “The first few weeks in Vancouver are behind me and I have to say: What kind of reception. I had already heard a lot from the Canadian hospitality. But what went down here in Vancouver was just really cool. The people all over the city are suddenly in football fever (Soccer).”
Thomas Müller reports of goosebumps moments in Vancouver-and stings around 1860
Responsible for this: of course Thomas Müller. Because of his usual eccentric way, but also with sporting performance. For example, in the recent 3: 2 against St. Louis City, when the 35-year-old scored 3-2 in the 14th (!) Of Sympfing. “The BC Place (note of the editorial team: the stadium of the Vancouver Whitecaps) is completely escalated, ”recalls the winning goal scorer.
Otherwise, the record player of FC Bayern seems to be good for the new life in Canada. Müller enthusiastically: “People come up to me while shot around through the city or with coffeehols. Not for an autograph, but for the fact that I decided on the whitecaps. ‘Thank you for choosing Our City!’ – I keep hearing that. ”
Thank you, which of course does not leave the original Bavarian cold. “You get goose bumps a bit when people are so proud that you are now part of your city,” explains Thomas Müller. One thing alone is currently preparing some getting used to it: the club colors. “After 25 years in red and white, of course, I first have to get used to the white-blue jersey”, Müller cannot help but tie a tie against the lions. ((rele)
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