Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Qin Feng turned around and took out a bottle of mineral water from the coach's bench.

Go back to the sidelines and go up.

God first!

Sprinkle on the ground.

Respectfully!

Hold it flat on your chest.

Respect people!

After the triad of heaven, earth and man.

He put down the mineral water, drew circles on the ground with his crutches, and wrote and scratched inside with the tip of his crutches, while babbling non-stop.

Cruyff was stunned.

Not just him, on the coaching bench, Van Basten, several foreigners, Shangyin Qian Zhisong, and all the substitute players opened their mouths wide open, watching Qin Feng perform.

"Qin, you are..."

Cruyff swallowed, and asked carefully.

"John, you don't understand, I draw a circle and curse the opponent, lose the ball quickly!"

Qin Feng replied very seriously.

With a bang, Qin Feng's voice fell to the ground, and a large area fell behind him.

Qin Feng didn't care about this.

After drawing 81 [-] circles in a row, he stopped and looked at the field, "John, the opponent is finished, we will score in Liaodong immediately!"

This time Cruyff became interested.

With a lollipop in his mouth, he mumbled, "Did you use the ancient Dragon Kingdom spell?"

"Well, Qin, five minutes..."

"No, within 3 minutes, if the Liaodong team scores a goal, it will be your credit!"

Cruyff's tone was relaxed.

Although he cares about the result of the game, he is not worried about the situation on the field.

The players performed well and finally implemented the tactics arranged before the game.

What the Liaodong team is doing poorly now is just luck at the goal.

luck this thing...

Ethereal, intangible and invisible.

Cruyff just took the opportunity to make a joke with Qin Feng.

Unexpectedly, Qin Feng was serious.

"John, what good is it to take credit for me?"

"Benefits?" Cruyff laughed dumbly, "What benefits do you want?"

"Help me find some youth training coaches from Ajax or Barcelona." Qin Feng said boldly, "I really don't have enough manpower!"

This matter has been buried in Qin Feng's heart for a long time, and he has never been embarrassed to mention it to Cruyff.

After all, Qin Feng is still unwilling to ask for help.

Now the Liaodong team has a big shop, and it is getting bigger and bigger. The young players in various youth training echelons are waiting for food, and Qin Feng is really stretched.

Even if the Liaodong team's coach training school opens immediately, it will not be able to produce talents immediately.

Just taking this opportunity, he opened his mouth with Cruyff.

Cruyff was obviously stunned for a moment, and then burst into anger, "Qin, is it carrots for you to be a good youth training coach? I'll dig some for you!"

"Stop talking nonsense, John, just say it's okay!" Qin Feng said with a chuckle: "I spend a lot of energy on casting spells, and I don't have time to chat with you!"

"Okay, okay..." Cruyff laughed angrily, "From now on, within 3 minutes, if the Liaodong team scores a goal, I will use my old face to help you ask for someone!"

"What if you don't score in 3 minutes?"

"Didn't get in?" Qin Feng was full of confidence, "If you didn't get in, I'll give you a raise next year!"

"Okay, it's a deal!" Cruyff smiled and made a decision immediately without thinking.

In his opinion, Qin Feng is doomed, and it doesn't matter what the bet is.

Now the ball is owned by the mountain city of Hongyan. They are extremely cautious and have been in the middle and backcourt, patiently looking for opportunities.

The Liaodong team made several attempts to grab to no avail, and now they are standing in formation, waiting for the opponent to attack.

Within 3 minutes, the probability of the Liaodong team scoring a goal is extremely low.

Qin Feng also let out a smirk, the Liaodong team scored a goal, and he picked up a group of excellent youth coaches for nothing.

The Liaodong team did not score...

Anyway, next year they will have to give Cruyff more money.

Isn't this a win-win game!

The two "have their own thoughts" and looked into the field together.

The football was also passed before the Red Rock defender.

Among the players in the frontcourt, Xu Liheng was extremely active and spared no effort to press forward, but it didn't have much effect.

Ibrahimovic in the middle is much smarter.

He always made a forward pounce, frightened the opponent to pass the ball, and he returned to his position like a god.

As for Xu Bo...

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and looked to the right.

Xu Bo is drinking water outside the right sideline? !

isn't it...

Qin Feng carefully confirmed that he was not mistaken, cursed and raised his crutch to point at Xu Bo, wanting to shout a reminder.

But Xu Bo threw the water bottle suddenly, and rushed to the field with his feet.

He has been paying attention to the movement of the game.

The Hongyan team's central defender crossed the wing and did not notice Xu Bo who was "ambushing" outside the field.

Xu Bo, who was suddenly killed, was waiting for the football rolling towards the ground.

After breaking the ball with one kick, Xu Bo kicked the ball hard, started it in an instant, directly crossed Hongyan's entire defense line, and reached the front of the opponent's penalty area in a blink of an eye.

It's single-handed!

Happiness comes too suddenly.

Qin Feng showed a surprised expression, and immediately changed his words when he reached the curse on his lips, "Go up, Xu Bo, go up, good job, shoot!"

The sudden appearance startled Cruyff, but he reacted immediately and yelled along with Qin Feng, "Calm down, Xu, calm down!"

Old coach Shang Yin, Qian Zhisong, Van Basten, Gentile, and all the substitute players from Liaodong rushed to the sidelines, and even Master Banks stood up.

The Liaodong team is about to score!

In the stands behind them.

The 8000 Liaodong fans also stood up.

Everyone weighed their feet and stretched their necks and looked towards the restricted area of ​​Hongyan, a mountain city.

"Xu Bo!"

"Go in, single-handed!"

"Shoot, shoot!"

"..."

Amidst the cheers, Xu Bo ran faster and faster.

Facing the attacking Hongyan goalkeeper, he made a light shot.

The football floated over the goalkeeper's head, fell a little before the goal line, bounced back up, and crashed into the net.

The ball is in!

1: 0!

In the 16th minute of the game, the Liaodong team led the mountain city of Hongyan 1:0!

Boom.

Huge cheers sounded like a thunderstorm.

In the stands, the Liaodong fans jumped onto their seats like crazy, and countless people raised their arms and shouted wildly.

Zhou Xiaochun was the first to jump up.

Next to her, little Messi also jumped up, stretched the Liaodong jersey on his body, and shouted meaninglessly.

Di Maria burst into tears, "Liaodong, Liaodong, Liaodong..."

He didn't know what he was talking about, he just kept yelling the name of the Liaodong team.

The same is true for Chen Tao, Crown Prince, Huang Dalei and other small Long Guo players. They took off their jerseys and waved them vigorously above their heads.

The drums of the Liaodong team also sounded.

The sound of rumbling drums became one piece, shaking people's eardrums numb.

Qin Feng and Cruyff were stunned at the same time.

The next second, the two embraced tightly.

"John, it's a goal, we've scored a goal!" Qin Feng threw all his crutches aside, hugged Cruyff and jumped on one leg, "You lost!"

"If you lose, you lose!" Cruyff dropped the lollipop from his mouth, but still hugged Qin Feng and laughed, "Qin, don't think I don't know that you lied to me just now."

"Next year you will give me a raise no matter what!"

"Because Liaodong is about to be the champion!"

"Haha...you old fox!" Qin Feng laughed and wanted to continue talking.

Behind Liaodong coach on the bench, everyone rushed over, pressing Qin Feng and Cruyff under them...

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