Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

The Liaodong fans stand above the coach's bench.

Zhou Xiaochun, Xiao Meixi and others had already stood up with their arms raised, ready to celebrate Liaodong's goal.

When Xu Liheng failed to make a follow-up shot, the football was pressed by the goalkeeper of the Hongyan team.

Their blooming features quickly collapsed.

"Old Li usually has quite long legs, why didn't he catch up this time!"

Zhou Xiaochun subconsciously complained to the little Messi beside him.

"Brother Li is slow to start."

Little Messi has calmed down, he stared at the field, and analyzed in a substandard Longguo dialect, "When Brother Ibrahimovic shot, he didn't enter the penalty area immediately.

"Oh?"

Zhou Xiaochun was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Messi who was a bit baby fat and had freckles on his face.

"Lionel, what if it was you?"

"You must be able to start the supplementary shot ahead of time!"

"Me?" Little Messi smiled shyly, "I can't catch up either, Li Ge played very well."

"Hehe!" Zhou Xiaochun seemed to have seen the New World. Little Messi's football skills are well known, and now he has learned the humility of the Dragon Kingdom...

Zhou Xiaochun smiled, patted Little Messi on the shoulder, and was about to speak.

Di Maria snorted and coaxed, "You worked too hard, everyone worked too hard..."

Zhou Xiaochun and Little Messi turned their heads to look at the same time. Di Maria, who was full of emotion, looked at the field, his eyes were red.

The two patted their foreheads at the same time.

Is it too early to cry?

In the Longvision studio, the on-site director accurately captured the scene in the stands.

A close-up to the past.

Di Maria's big moist eyes take up half of the screen.

"We saw that the young players and staff of the Liaodong team also came to the stands."

Sun Shengping laughed heartily, "As long as the Liaodong team wins the game today, they will win the A-B championship ahead of schedule and be promoted to A-A with the No.1 score in the league."

"Today they are almost all dispatched."

"The young foreign player on the screen was so excited that tears filled his eyes."

Zhang Lu next to him also blinked his small eyes, and said with a smile: "I know these young players."

"The day before yesterday, our Guoan u13 played a game against Liaodong u13."

"We lost 10:1."

As he spoke, Zhang Lu pointed to the big screen and continued: "The one with big eyes is Di Maria, the one on his left is Chen Tao, and the one on the right is Messi."

"The three of them are in the midfield, and no one can stop them."

"Especially the one named Messi, six or seven go up, it's not easy to grab the ball at his feet."

"The frequency of this child's feet is too fast!"

"And as far as I know, these two young players from Argentina, one is 10 years old and the other is 11 years old.

"There is also our local player Chen Tao, with the ball, the overall situation, footwork, imagination... he is not mature like a 13-year-old kid."

Under the request of the football management department, the youth training echelon league is now well organized among the various teams in Longguo.

But this is only superficial.

No one really pays attention to how well a group of half-grown kids play, and few teams really put a lot of effort into youth training.

The attention paid to the echelon league is extremely low.

The Liaodong team is the only one for the time being.

Now hearing what Zhang Lu said, both Sun Shengping and Han Qiaozheng became interested.

"Is it so good?" Han Qiaozheng said without restraint, and laughed and joked directly: "Director Zhang, aren't you making excuses for Guoan's loss?"

"That's how powerful it is!" Zhang Lu squinted his small eyes and shouted, "If you have a chance, you'll see it on the spot."

Zhang Lu made a strong promise, but Sun Zhengping and Han Qiaozheng were still dubious, saying that they would definitely "see" if they had the chance.

They are really curious.

How good can a group of children play football?

Not only them, all the Longguo fans in front of the TV have developed a strong interest in the Liaodong echelon, and they also remembered the three young players Messi, Chen Tao and Di Maria on the screen.

Sun Shengping said a few more words of emotion, and brought the topic back to today's game itself.

"The importance of today's game to the Liaodong team is self-evident."

"But Shancheng Hongyan obviously doesn't want to see the Liaodong team win the championship comfortably!"

"At the beginning, their foreign aid Marcos hit the mountain with a heavy cannon and gave the Liaodong team a disarm."

"Not bad!" Zhang Lu among the three followed suit, "The Liaodong team was a little nervous at the beginning, and gave the mountain city Hongyan a chance."

"But we saw that under the command of coach Cruyff, the Liaodong team has recovered the rhythm of the game, and they quickly responded with a threatening attack."

"Qiaozheng, what do you think?"

When the topic was brought to Han Qiaozheng, Sun Shengping and Zhang Lu took advantage of the situation to look over, and the director also gave a close-up of Han Qiaozheng's bust.

"What do I think?"

Han Qiao smiled and stood up holding his glasses.

Everyone in the studio watched in amazement.

He pulled open the shirt, revealing the white uniform of the Liaodong team inside.

"Today I am from Liaodong, and the Liaodong team will win!"

Everyone in the studio was stunned, and the on-site director quickly switched shots.

Seeing sweat on his forehead, Sun Shengping said anxiously: "Then ask the friend in front of the TV to send a text message to support your favorite team."

"Now let's look at the corner kick of the Liaodong team..."

On the field.

Liaodong team corner kick.

Zhao Jiayi stood in the left corner.

He already has outstanding footwork, and after a while of training by the Liaodong coaching team, now he and Modric have taken over the frontcourt positioning of the Liaodong team.

Looking up, Zhao Jia raised her hand as a signal, and then kicked up the ball with her left foot.

The football was flat and fast, drawing an inconspicuous arc, heading straight to the front point Xu Leheng.

Xu Leheng's ability to grab points with a header is good.

The moment Zhao Jia hit the ball, he suddenly turned back, threw off the defender behind him, jumped up and shook his head to attack the goal.

This position was so close to the goal that the Red Rock goalkeeper had no time to react.

But Xu Liheng had really bad luck today.

The football hit the outside of the post with a bang and popped out of the bottom line.

The mountain city of Hongyan escaped, and Xu Liheng, who fell to the ground, slapped the turf violently.

Turning over and getting up, he adjusted the black hair band on his forehead, muttering back to defend.

The Liaodong team missed a good opportunity again.

Liaodong fans sighed loudly in the stands.

Qin Feng and Cruyff, who had been standing on the sidelines, also looked regretful.

Just a little bit!

Cruyff swung his fist violently to vent his dissatisfaction, while Qin Feng was so angry that he hit the ground with his crutches.

Immediately, the two looked at each other vigilantly, each protecting their thighs.

"John, why did you slap my thigh just now?" Qin Feng frowned and asked, "Don't you feel ashamed?"

"I didn't learn from you!" Cruyff rolled his eyes angrily, "If you say that, won't your conscience hurt?"

After glaring at Cruyff, Qin Feng no longer entangled his thighs, turned his head to look at the field, "John, the Liaodong team seems to be unlucky, is there a good way?"

"I'm so unlucky, what can I do!" Cruyff laughed angrily. "I'm a coach, not a wizard. Do you want me to be on the sidelines and perform some ancient and mysterious rituals to help the team?"

He does not mean that.

Qin Feng stared at the field, turning his eyes back and forth...

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