Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

The first half is over.

Both players leave the field.

A group of Liaodong players stepped on the turf with their heads bowed. When they passed by the stands, no one responded to the cheers from the Liaodong fans above them. They quickly walked into the player tunnel without showing their faces.

Back at home.

4 goals were scored by the opponent.

Who can hold their head up?

Anyway, they can't lift it up...

Entering the locker room, a group of people sat back in their seats, panting heavily.

really tired.

Don't know why so tired.

Now the score is behind.

Can't make it to the finals?

double crown...

Forget it, there is no double champion who conceded 4 goals in the first half at home.

Team morale is low.

No one spoke in the locker room, and everyone unconsciously relaxed their movements, as if making any noise would be the culprit for conceding a goal in the first half.

The air was as heavy as lead.

At least Qin Feng thinks so.

He had a hard time squeezing his way into the dreary locker room.

"Everyone did well."

After saying a word, everyone looked up in astonishment.

Good performance?

Everyone thought they heard it wrong.

Qin Feng expected that everyone would behave like this. He didn't have any expression of laughter on his face, and he glanced at the surprised faces one by one.

"do not doubt."

"You have defended fairness and justice on the football field with your own actions, and I am proud of you!"

It turned out to be this.

Some people have straightened their chests, but most people still can't lift their spirits. For the sake of fairness and justice, losing the game and the future of the team, is it worth it?

"It's worth it!"

Qin Feng could guess what they were thinking, and said the answer directly.

"Bincheng Tianda on the opposite side has played countless impressive records before. They swept across Asia, and there are countless international players in the team. They have seen more battles than you have scored."

"And you..."

Qin Feng's eyes swept over everyone one by one, and first stayed on the face of Ibrahimovic who was full of dissatisfaction. .

"Zlatan, you did a good job in Malmö, but the dark Rosengard is not suitable for you, an 18-year-old genius."

Ibrahimovic curled his lips indifferently, and secretly gave Qin Feng his middle finger.

Ignoring Ibrahimovic's joke, Qin Feng smiled slightly, and looked at Modric who was frowning.

"Luka, when I found you, you were still carrying dishes to supplement the family."

Modric smiled as if he was crying.

Next up is Grosso.

"Fabio, you're wasting your youth on an amateur team sponsored by the owner of the fishing tackle shop."

Grosso chuckled and opened his mouth to speak, but Qin Feng waved his hand to stop him.

"Don't talk about Fabio."

Hearing that Qin Feng didn't let Grosso speak, there was finally a chuckle in the locker room.

Not loud, but clear enough.

Qin Feng also laughed out loud, and turned to Peipei again.

"Pepe, when I saw you in the Brazilian slums, you were not the hero you are now. If I remember correctly, your father is going to find you a job as a taxi driver."

Pepe smiled and lowered her head.

"Old Li, before coach Cruyff took over, you couldn't even play as a substitute."

"Xu Bo, when I asked you to enter Liaodong, your original team was about to disband."

"Zheng Zhi..."

"Zhao Jiayi..."

"Xu Shengqin..."

"..."

Just like chatting with family, Qin Feng exposed the old background of the Liaodong team players one by one.

Xu Liheng, Xu Bo, Zheng Zhi and others blushed, pursed their lips, or scratched their heads...but without exception, they all laughed.

Qin Feng also smiled softly, paused, and said softly: "And I...before entering the Liaodong team, I was a cripple who was bullied by others."

No one knows about Qin Feng's past, even if they do, they don't know much about it.

Now hearing what Qin Feng said, everyone looked over in surprise.

Qin Feng didn't show any embarrassment, but looked at everyone calmly.

"I would say that until we are one, we are nothing."

"Compared to the glamor on the opposite side, we are not even as good as the bugs in the sewer."

"But so what?"

"In the last round, we beat them 4:2."

"They even beat them to the point where they couldn't find Bei!"

Qin Feng's voice became louder and louder. At the end, he almost roared.

"There is an old saying in the Dragon Kingdom, it is called princes and generals, who would rather have kindness!"

"We were able to beat them in the last round, so today, at our home court, we can do the same."

"Brothers, the game is not over yet!"

"In the second half, show your courage, we will give Tianda some color!"

"In this way, even if the result we want is not achieved in the end."

"But we can still walk out of Wulihe in Shengjing with our heads held high!"

"We can proudly tell everyone..."

"Liaodong team, never bow your head!"

Qin Feng's voice just fell.

Howling wolves sounded in the locker room.

"That's right, no one is worse than anyone else!"

"The game is not over yet, we can win!"

"Take courage!"

"Liaodong will never bow its head!"

"..."

All the Liaodong players stared and shouted, with ferocious expressions as if they wanted to eat people.

Qin Feng silently exited the locker room.

Outside the door, Van Basten and others stood in a row against the wall. When they saw Qin Feng coming out, they gave thumbs up one after another.

Qin Feng looked serious, "It's your turn..."

Van Basten, Gentile and others rushed into the locker room.

After a few seconds.

Van Baster's roar and Gentile's loud voice sounded almost simultaneously.

"Attack... pass the ball... fast... play them open... be smart..."

"Did I teach you to defend like pussies..."

Qin Feng moved his ears from the crack of the door at ease.

Leave professional work to professionals.

The two attack and defend.

The tactical changes of the Liaodong team in the second half required them to play.

And what I can do, besides boosting morale, is...

Taking a deep breath, Qin Feng secretly opened the system panel.

Today is also the West Second Division match day.

The Numancia game ended 7 hours earlier than Liaodong.

They took Hercules cleanly 2:0.

A corner of the system panel.

5 attribute points are lying there quietly, waiting for Qin Feng's favor.

5 points.

not much.

But it came at just the right time.

Qin Feng opened the Liaodong player attribute panel and found Zhang Anhua's information.

Tianda team's right attack is not so easy to restrain.

Compared with fighting against the entire national team's right attack line.

It's better to pinch their offensive transfer hub - high center forward Wang Tao!

If the Tianda team's offense is described as a chain.

Then Wang Tao is undoubtedly the most important link in this chain.

Just cut off the connection between Wang Tao and Tianda midfielder.

Tianda's offensive naturally broke every inch.

It was Zhang Anhua who faced off against Wang Tao in the Liaodong team.

Zhang Anhua's defense is fierce, his positioning is accurate, and his body is not bad.

But for the prediction of the high-altitude ball and the position selection for the top, it can only be regarded as the middle distance.

Moreover, Zhang Anhua is 25 years old, and his technical movements are basically fixed. It is also difficult to accept Gentile's defensive "unique skills".

This is also the reason why he is "stretched" when defending high-altitude balls.

5 attribute points are dropped at once.

Zhang Anhua's defensive attributes went from 76 to 81.

The improvement of attribute points is an all-round enhancement of Zhang Anhua's defensive ability.

This time it will make Wang Tao uncomfortable...

After closing the system panel, Qin Feng turned his head and looked at the light at the end of the player tunnel in the distance.

The noise seemed to be stuffed into a can, rumbling.

Beyond the light, the source of the hustle and bustle is the battlefield...

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