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midair.

Anqi's knuckles were stretched and almost dislocated.

The football is still passing through his fingertips.

Anzi failed to touch the football!

Fell on the turf, he turned back hastily.

At this time, a huge sigh sounded from the stands.

Then there was applause.

Nemechek's long-range shot passed close to the upper right corner of the goal and flew far into the stands behind the goal.

The ball didn't go in!

The Liaodong team escaped unharmed.

An Qi got up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Too dangerous!

These old hooligans engage in sneak attacks and don't talk about martial arts!

Coach's bench.

Qin Feng also let out a long breath, and sat down slowly.

Glancing at the big screen in the stadium.

It's less than 3 minutes into the game.

Before the game, he uttered rhetoric.

If Tianda scored a goal like this, Wang Qianlin wouldn't laugh his ass off!

The thought just passed.

There was laughter from the other side.

"Qin Feng, keep bragging!"

Turn around and look.

In front of coach Tianda.

Wang Qianlin was wearing a gray suit, pinching his waist and laughing.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, probed and said:

"Wang Dong, play this game again?

"The aggressive method, you can use it once, have you seen Saint Seiya?"

Wang Qianlin was taken aback, what saint?

"The same trick doesn't work for me!"

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows, "The competition has just begun, don't worry, just wait and see!"

"Oh?"

Wang Qianlin restrained his exaggerated smile, and slowly replaced it with a smile, "You Liaodong, you can't win!"

At this time in the stands.

The voices of Tianda fans in Bincheng sounded, "Liaodong Liaodong, you can't do it, Tianda wins you 3:0!"

Wang Qianlin was overjoyed, pointed to the stands and said, "Listen, the voice of the masses..."

The voice did not fall.

The counterattack of Liaodong fans came at the right time, "3:0 is 3:0, Liaodong kicks you 3:0, Liaodong Bincheng is a family, don't hurt your feelings..."

Now it was Qin Feng's turn to smile, "That's right, the voice of the masses!"

Wang Qianlin was so angry that he stretched out his finger and pointed at Qin Feng twice, then turned his head to look into the field.

Qin Feng curled his lips and glanced over Wang Qianlin's shoulder.

In the middle of Tianda's coach seat.

Sitting upright is a tall figure.

Meticulous partial points, brown sunglasses, and a neat suit.

This season, the coach of the Tianda team, the godfather of Shencheng football, Yu Genbao.

When Qin Feng led the national youth selection team before, the two had a brief encounter.

Yu Genbao was quite straightforward, but at the time he hesitated to speak...

Qin Feng remembered the scene at that time again.

I don't know what he has to say to me...

But now is not the time to think about that.

Yu Genbao's tactical thinking.

It is not a secret in the Dragon Kingdom.

The three words "grab, force, and encircle" fully express his personal style of leading the team.

The former Olympic and national team coach, the meritorious coach of Shencheng Shenhua.

He is one of the most capable head coaches in Dragon Country.

Needless to say.

This kind of person has real skills.

Now that Tianda is in his hands, it is no coincidence that he won the A-A championship four rounds ahead of schedule and achieved three consecutive league titles.

Fight this old fox.

The Liaodong team really has to be careful...

However, the coach of the Liaodong team is Cruyff!

In the confrontation at the coaching level, they should worry about Tianda.

Inside the Longvision studio.

The two hosts Sun Shengping and Han Qiaozheng, as well as the special guest Zhang Lu, were also talking about this topic.

Sun Shengping had a warm smile and a calm tone, and the content of his speech was as impartial as ever.

"Today's game is a duel between the veterans of A-A and the new forces of the Dragon Kingdom League."

"The head coach of the Liaodong team, Johan Cruyff, is a world-renowned coach. The head coach of the Tianda team, Yu Genbao, is an outstanding representative of domestic coaches in Longguo."

"This battle between the old and the new, the battle between the local and the foreign, who will have the last laugh, Qiao Zheng, Director Zhang, what do you think?"

Han Qiao was just about to take over.

Zhang Lu blinked his small eyes and spoke first.

"The difference in strength between the two teams is here. No matter how good Cruyff is, it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice!"

He glanced at Han Qiaozheng with an unhappy expression.

He continued with a smile: "It can be seen from the beginning."

"Tianda used excellent midfield scheduling to give Liaodong a slap in the face."

"I think that's going to be the tone of the game as well."

"The Liaodong team is too young, and today's game is not full of main players."

"They want to get out of Tianda Jinzhou's home court, it's difficult!"

Hearing this, Sun Shengping smiled without saying a word.

Han Qiaozheng didn't like to hear it anymore, "Director Zhang, you seemed to say the same thing when Liaodong faced Guoan last time. How did it turn out?"

"Guoan is different from Tianda..." Zhang Lu replied with a smile.

Before he finished speaking, Han Qiaozheng immediately asked, "The guidance of Zhang Zhang means that the strength of Guoan is not as good as Tianda?"

Uh……

Zhang Lu blinked his small eyes, pursed his lips and was speechless.

He is the general manager of Guoan, how can he admit in front of fans all over the country that Guoan is a head shorter than Wanda...

Jianzhang Road is out of electricity.

Han Qiaozheng smiled, "Since Qin Feng took over, the Liaodong team has undergone a series of reforms, and the improvement in strength is obvious to all."

"Today, I am optimistic that they will overthrow Tianda in the away game. It will be difficult for anyone to come..."

Han Qiao was rolling up his arms and sleeves, so he almost got off the stage himself.

Seeing that the painting style was about to go off track again, Sun Shengping hurriedly grabbed the conversation.

"Objectively speaking, it is still difficult for Liaodong to win the away game."

"But from the perspective of ordinary fans, everyone wants to see a good show where the weak defeat the strong."

"In my own name, I'm cheering for the Liaodong team!"

"Fans and friends, Longvision has newly opened a SMS voting platform, and everyone can send text messages to support their favorite teams."

"Friends who support the Liaodong team, send 1 to..."

Sun Shengping's words.

It also represents the voice of most fans in front of the TV.

Humans are naturally sympathetic to the underdog.

Except Tianbin City Tianda fans.

Almost everyone would like to see that the Liaodong team in A-B can defeat the overlord of A-A, Bincheng Tianda, in an away game.

All of a sudden, everyone picked up their phones.

Send a text message to the voting platform.

Less than 3 minutes.

The approval ratings of Bincheng Tianda and Liaodong team are displayed at the bottom of the screen.

38%: 62%.

Liaodong has an absolute advantage.

Longvision's background quickly counted the number of SMS votes.

Although mobile phones are far from universal nowadays.

But only for a few minutes.

A valid voting text message received by the voting platform.

More than 500.

As the time goes.

The number of text messages is still increasing rapidly, and most of them support the Liaodong team.

This is a grand occasion that has never appeared in other games.

The relevant leaders of Longvision almost turned their mouths in joy.

The Liaodong team is Niuba.

This month's bonus seems to have to be doubled again...

In support rate.

Liaodong is far ahead.

But on the playing field.

The Liaodong team is not out of the woods yet.

Anqi took the goal kick with his big foot.

Scramble for the high-altitude ball.

The Liaodong team has no advantage.

Football was again acquired by Tianda.

They attacked on the spot.

Midway.

Nemechek dribbles in.

Modric clung to the defense.

The two entangled forward.

In terms of body alone, the young Modric is not yet Nemechek's opponent.

He was pushed aside.

Take two steps across the center line.

Before Zheng Zhi stepped forward to grab it, Nemechek shot the ball to the right.

Li Ming missed the ball without stopping.

The football crossed the defense line of Liaodong's midfield and went straight to the left of Liaodong.

Tianda No. 9 plugs in at high speed and catches the ball to the bottom.

head on.

Grosso pressed forward.

The first striker of the Dragon Kingdom that Qin Dong talked about?

Grosso, chewing gum, lowered his weight.

Staring at the opponent's knees and ankles, slowly step back...

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