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In the crowd, Qin Feng covered his head and covered his face, pushing his crutches to squeeze over.

Qian Zhisong immediately noticed Qin Feng.

"Dong Qin..."

"Hush!" Qin Feng looked left and right like a thief, snatched the staff ID card, and dragged Qian Zhisong into the staff corridor.

After entering the gate, Qin Feng pulled off his clothes, gritted his teeth and dragged Qian Zhisong to the corner of the corridor.

Look around for no one...

Qin Feng asked anxiously: "Old Qian, did something happen to the Liaodong team?"

If Qin Feng was only faintly worried before, now seeing Qian Zhisong's panicked appearance, he would be very flustered.

Could it be that Liu Yong made a move just from last night and most of today?

"What happened?" Qian Zhisong was confused, "What happened, it's okay!"

Qin Feng was stunned for a while, and asked anxiously: "It's okay, you lost your soul at the door!?"

"It's all right, Mr. Qin!"

Qian Zhisong laughed and said, "Today is a big day. Everyone sees that you didn't come. I'm afraid you'll miss your flight. Let me watch you at the door."

"I'm not talking about you, Mr. Qin, you should get a mobile phone, otherwise I won't be able to contact you!"

"With a Hammer phone!" Qin Feng rolled his eyes angrily, "Is it all right?"

"I swear to the lamp, it's all right!"

Seeing that Qian Zhisong didn't seem to be hiding something, Qin Feng exhaled lightly.

fine……

But just because it's okay now doesn't mean everything is going well.

Don't let your guard down until the game is over!

Qin Feng became nervous again, he flew up with both crutches, followed the guidance on the wall, and went straight to the Liaodong locker room.

"Slow down, Chairman Qin!" Qian Zhisong trotted all the way behind, almost missing.

At the door, Qin Feng stopped and took two deep breaths.

In this way, he can try his best to make himself look calm, and he doesn't want anyone with a heart to see the difference.

Only then did Qian Zhisong come out of breath.

"Qin Dong, what's the matter?"

He also discovered that something was wrong with Qin Feng today.

"It's okay. If we win the game, we will be the league champions. I'm a little nervous."

Qin Feng didn't tell Qian Zhisong clearly, and now is not the time to talk about it.

After thinking for a while, he continued: "Old Qian, be more vigilant today, and don't let any factors destroy Liaodong's early victory and promotion."

"Understood... Director Qin."

Qian Zhisong answered in doubt, he always felt that Qin Feng was a little worried today, and he really couldn't think of anything that deserved special attention.

Ignoring Qian Zhisong's questioning gaze, Qin Feng straightened his clothes, opened the door and entered the Liaodong team's locker room.

The warm-up has just ended, and a group of players from Liaodong are sorting out their equipment.

With a lollipop in his mouth, Cruyff growled and gestured in front of the tactical board.

Seeing Qin Feng coming in, Cruyff glared, said a few more tactics, and then looked at Qin Feng.

"My dear Qin Dong, do you still remember poor old Cruyff?"

Looking at Cruyff, who was acting strangely, Qin Feng felt relieved. He was too busy these two days to pick Cruyff out of the hospital.

It's a bit embarrassing...

"My dear John, how about I talk to the hospital and let you go back to recuperate for a while."

Qin Feng chuckled, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Van Basten who was drawing a circle in the corner: "Marco did a good job when you were away."

"You..." Cruyff was so angry that the lollipop in his mouth fell to the ground. Just as he was about to fight back, the players in Liaodong burst out laughing at the right time, blocking back Cruyff's hometown swear words.

Cruyff squinted and glanced around.

The laughter faded away.

Shocking everyone with his eyes, Cruyff proudly raised the corners of his mouth, glared at Qin Feng provocatively, and began to talk and gesture again.

All players are sitting upright.

Sunlight poured in from the small window, casting half light and half darkness on everyone.

Qin Feng also put away his joking demeanor, and slowly retreated to a dark place where the sun could not shine.

His gaze swept over the faces of the players one by one...

Everyone was looking at Cruyff seriously, nodding from time to time to express their understanding.

No one is unusual, and no one's eyes are wandering, and it seems that they are guilty of guilt.

These players were either brought to Liaodong by him alone, or brought up by old coach Shang Yin.

It stands to reason that no one should betray the water.

Qin Feng was a little relieved, and turned to Cruyff's tactical arrangement.

The Liaodong team is still 4-3-3.

Cruyff did not engage in any courtiers, he continued the main lineup of Van Basten in the previous game.

On the forward line, Xu Liheng, Ibrahimovic and Xu Bo started.

The midfield is led by Modric, not far behind him are Zhao Jiayi and Zheng Zhi.

On the back line, Grosso, Xu Dong, Zhang Anhua, and Sun Jihai still played together.

The goalkeeper is An Qi, a young player who has become increasingly stable.

This lineup is the strongest offensive lineup of the Liaodong team.

Cruyff was a born adventurer.

In such an important game that determines whether Liaodong can reach the summit in advance, he is not conservative at all, but wants to destroy the mountain city of Hongyan with goals.

Not only to win, but also to win beautifully!

This is exactly what Qin Feng wanted. After more than half of the season, the Liaodong team is no longer Wuxia Ameng. In Longguo, they have the strength to defeat any opponent!

But footballs are round.

The result of a football match is not determined solely by strength on paper.

Just because today's opponent, the mountain city of Hongyan, is not as good as Liaodong, you can't underestimate the enemy.

Cruyff did a good job on this point. While emphasizing tactics, he has been reminding everyone to show 100% strength and kick the mountain city of Hongyan as the strongest opponent.

All the players agreed with serious expressions.

Seeing that there is no problem, Qin Feng turned his attention to the other people in the room.

Old handsome Shang Yin, Van Basten, Gentile, Mr. Banks, Qian Zhisong...

This is the most reliable group of people under him.

They can never go wrong, right?

Qin Feng laughed at himself, was he a little nervous! ?

If these people would be bought by Liu Yong and trip up the Liaodong team, then why would I be working in the Liaodong team? Go home early and find another way out!

Shaking his head, taking advantage of no one's attention, Qin Feng quietly exited the dressing room.

There are still 10 minutes before the players enter the field.

Qin Feng wanted to go to the coach's bench in advance to observe the situation on the spot.

He walked through the empty player tunnel on crutches and walked to the court.

Qin Feng walked faster and faster.

The cane collided with the concrete floor, making a fast and dull thud, just like his heartbeat.

Near the door, Qin Feng stopped and slowly closed his eyes.

The deafening noise came from the court, and he took a deep breath, the smell of mud mixed with grass cleared Qin Feng's mind.

It's today!

Half a year of hard work will be seen today!

No one can prevent Liaodong from winning the championship in advance!

Neither can anyone!

Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes and strode into the Datianwan Stadium in the mountain city.

Outcrop just took two steps.

Huge cheers erupted from the overhead stands behind him.

Qin Feng turned his head and looked.

It is a Liaodong fan who came from afar.

They were wearing uniform white Liaodong away jerseys, and they were cheering for themselves.

You have been waiting for a long time too!

Qin Feng clamped his crutches and slowly raised his right hand towards the Liaodong fans stand...

In the applause of the fans.

Qin Feng's right hand suddenly clenched into a fist.

The first champion!

Our Liaodong team is here!

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