Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

All the Liaodong fans in the stands poured down from the edge of the stands.

The security personnel just blocked it symbolically, and they were overwhelmed by the white crowd.

Liaodong fans went completely crazy.

They rushed into the field and rushed towards the Liaodong players.

This frightened Qin Feng.

He got out from under Zhou Xiaochun, nervously looking at the rolling white army.

There are too many people and he can't do anything!

Soon fans rushed forward.

They surrounded Qin Feng, some came up to shake hands, some embraced excitedly, and some kept bowing...

In the end, there were too many people to squeeze in.

A group of Liaodong fans simply raised Qin Feng to the top of the crowd and marched all over the stadium.

"we won!"

"Liaodong has been upgraded!"

"Mr. Qin, I really belong to you!"

"You just arrived in Liaodong, and I still doubted that you came. Looking at it now, I am short-hearted!"

"Dong Qin, you said that we will never bow our heads again, I believe in you, I believe in you!"

"..."

All the fans tried their best to support Qin Feng. They couldn't help it, so they also tried their best to hold Qin Feng's clothes.

Among them was Li Wenkang, who was right under Qin Feng's ass.

"Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin..." The tall old man was sobbing, unable to utter a single sentence.

Supported by countless hands, Qin Feng bit his lips tightly, feeling heavy in his heart.

Look in the blink of an eye.

Old coach Shang Yin, Qian Zhisong, Cruyff, Van Basten...

The Liaodong team does not distinguish between main players and substitutes, all players...

Everyone was lifted up by the fans.

They raised their arms and cheered above the fans, and under them were countless excited smiling faces and thousands of powerful arms.

"That year you decided to head north..."

Underneath, Li Wenkang yelled loudly with a crying voice.

The desolate voice infected everyone.

All Liaodong fans began to sing along.

"After so many years, everything can't be retrieved..."

8000 roars gathered in one place, and almost everyone burst into tears.

Among the crowd, Zhou Xiaochun, Messi, and Chen Tao, like ordinary Liaodong fans, had red eyes and blushed faces.

Di Maria was already crying. He didn't know what everyone was singing, but he could feel the power of the fans' singing.

"Don't forget the promise we made back then."

"Hopefully we can meet again someday."

"Sharing each other's past experiences together."

"Redisplay the arrogance of the past!"

"..."

The song "You and Me" was played when the Liaodong team was relegated, and when the Liaodong team regained hope and returned to Shengjing Wulihe.

Today, Liaodong won the championship ahead of schedule, and this song resounded throughout the mountain city of Datianwan.

"Don't forget the promise we made back then."

"Hopefully we can meet again someday."

"Sharing each other's past experiences together."

"Redisplay the arrogance of the past!"

"..."

Shang Yin and Qian Zhisong also blushed and their necks were thick, especially Shang Yin, who had devoted all his efforts to Liaodong, had muddy tears streaming down his face.

Qin Feng also sang hoarsely.

It's just that the singing on his side, including the fans below him, can't seem to keep up with the tune...

The heroic singing stunned the Shancheng fans in the stands.

Looking at Liaodong fans and players regardless of each other, celebrating to their heart's content, everyone was envious and sighed.

I don't know if there is a chance to be like Liaodong fans...

I don't know who clapped their hands first.

One applause spreads to ten, ten spreads to a hundred...

More than 30000 mountain fans applauded thunderously, and many of them joined the chorus of the Liaodong team.

Gradually, the singing became lighter.

Qin Feng sorted out his emotions, just wanted to say something to the fans below him...

"my clothes!"

Suddenly there was a scream not far away.

It's Modric!

Qin Feng turned his head in astonishment.

Modric's jersey is gone, revealing a white and strong upper body.

Under him, the fans have started...

Not long after, Modric even lost his socks, leaving only a pair of white boxer shorts.

"I tell you, the great Zlatan, the shorts must be on his ass!"

This time it's Ibrahimovic!

Qin Feng turned his head again, Ibrahimovic's shorts had reached his ankles, his sneakers were gone, one sock was missing, and there were several hands tugging at his jersey on the other end.

Blink again.

Ibrahimovic is also clean, leaving only a pair of shorts.

Fans in other regions also noticed the situation of the two.

A group of people looked at each other, then looked up at the Liaodong players who were held above their heads...

"Go!"

"hurry up!"

"Hands are fast and hands are slow!"

"The jersey and shorts that Liaodong won the championship in advance, I have to give it up when I take it home!"

"Three years, three years, Liaodong team, you are finally back, don't move, Xu Bo's socks are mine!"

"..."

Almost instantly, Liaodong players counted as number one, and none of them were spared.

Old coach Shang Yin and Qian Zhisong are both old after all, and the fans are not ashamed to get started.

Cruyff and the foreigners are all well-known figures in world football, and the fans also gave them face.

But Qin Feng is different.

"That brother Kang..." Qin Feng swallowed, looked away from the Liaodong players who were basically nothing left, and looked pitifully at Li Wenkang below.

"Anyway, I'm also the chairman, so save yourself!"

Li Wenkang's hand has touched Qin Feng's belt.

Hearing this, he hesitated, and the other fans holding Qin Feng also stopped and looked at Li Wenkang with hope.

You do it!

We can keep up.

Qin Dong's clothes are more commemorative than those of the players!

Li Wenkang thought about it, although he was not reconciled, he still slowly withdrew his hand. After all, Qin Feng is the chairman of the board, and being stripped of his clothes by the public really hurt his face.

And he didn't dare to take the lead.

In case Qin Dong finds something later...

When the rest of the fans saw it, they all showed disappointment, and put down their raised hands.

At this moment, a crisp shout sounded, "What's wrong with the chairman, Chairman Qin's clothes are more commemorative, let's do it, everyone!"

This sound is tantamount to the sound of nature to the fans.

Whose little girl is so sensible!

The fans didn't want to let Qin Feng go, but now someone took the lead, and with a whoosh, Qin Feng's leather shoes and coat had disappeared.

"Zhou Xiaochun, I'm not finished with you!"

I heard Qin Feng screaming.

Zhou Xiaochun let out a smirk, and hid himself in the crowd...

Inside the Longvision studio.

The live broadcast continues.

On the big screen, all the players in Liaodong and Qin Feng became "commanders with a bare rod".

Sun Shengping and Zhang Lu slapped the table and laughed.

Han Qiaozheng was very envious, and kept clamoring to ask the Taiwan leader for instructions. Next season, he would go to the Liaodong game to commentate.

Countless Dragon Country fans also saw this scene on TV.

They are equally envious.

Where can I find such an atmosphere for watching games?

If you have time, you still have to go to the scene to watch the game.

Maybe you can grab the underpants of a certain star...

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