Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

In the dormitory of Liaodong players.

Xu Bo's suitcase lay quietly in the cabinet.

Personal items are also in their place.

Xu Bo sat by the bed, out of breath, and tidied up his things for a long time. He was so tired that he could not love.

"Get up, eat, and take medicine!"

Qin Feng's tone was not kind, and he saw Xu Bo get up with his own eyes before he left with crutches.

come back to the office.

Aunt Guifen, the secretary, thoughtfully delivered the meals packed from the cafeteria.

Qin Feng grabbed the chopsticks and took a few mouthfuls, then stopped.

Xu Bo will definitely not be able to play in a short time.

Coupled with the suspended Ibrahimovic...

In the next game against Rongcheng Wuniu, the two main forwards of the Liaodong team were absent.

It's God's will!

Qin Feng smiled helplessly, stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the training ground.

It's time for afternoon training.

Players were gathering in twos and threes, and Cruyff also came to the sidelines with his tactical book in his arms.

Qin Feng turned and went downstairs, ready to report Xu Bo's situation to Cruyff.

Just arrived at the door of the office building.

Qian Zhisong happened to enter the door head-on.

He was holding a briefcase in his hand, and he seemed to have just returned to the base from outside.

The two walked head to head.

"Qin Dong, have you offended Sun Fenglin?"

Seeing that it was Qin Feng, Qian Zhisong just said that without thinking.

"Me? No!" Qin Feng pretended to be stupid, "Why, he didn't give us the performance approval?"

"Didn't offend him?" Qian Zhisong was stunned for a moment and continued: "The approval was given, but he said that if Liaodong loses to Wu Niu, everyone will lose face."

What does this mean?

Qin Feng pursed his lips and pondered, while Qian Zhisong explained in a deep voice: "This is a warning to us, now no one believes that we will lose to Wu Niu."

"If the Liaodong game is not played well, the football management department must take action!"

While speaking, Qian Zhisong opened his briefcase and took out a document.

Qin Feng took it.

The Fair Play Initiative?

Looking at the content, it is all official language.

The translation is that in the No.20 round of the A-B league, Shancheng Hongyan played against Caiyun Hongta, and Liaodong team played against Rongcheng Wuniu. The results of the two games will directly affect which team is relegated.

The football management department urged the four teams to abide by the principle of fair competition.

If playing negatively, playing tacitly...

will be severely punished.

Turning to the end, it is the big seal of the Foot Management Department, plus Qian Zhisong's signature.

"In triplicate, the Foot Management Department records." Qian Zhisong said with a wry smile: "It's very formal."

"Qin Dong, tomorrow's game, if you don't win, you have to win..."

"What do you mean you have to win if you don't win!" Qin Feng threw the document back to Qian Zhisong, "We never thought about losing, we were afraid of shit!"

Turned to look at the training ground.

Cruyff was directing the players to rest, and he himself sat on the sidelines.

Just take a break after practicing for a long time!

Qin Feng shouted to the other side: "John, why don't you take a break and practice again..."

Cruyff, of course, ignored Qin Feng, and gave a stern warning not to allow Qin Feng to interfere with the team's training.

Qin Feng made fun of himself, and hurriedly apologized to Cruyff.

He really didn't mean it.

The situation is really compelling.

In the next game against Wuniu, whether it is to hold a championship celebration after the game or to maintain fairness and justice on the football field, the Liaodong team has too many reasons not to lose, both public and private.

But now Liaodong Africa has reduced personnel in combat, and its strength has been greatly reduced.

Qin Feng actually made up his mind.

The Liaodong team must not let the water go. If Wu Niu can win Liaodong with real swords and guns, Qin Feng has nothing to say.

As old coach Shang Yin said, where in the world is there a football game that is guaranteed to win?

As strong as Brazil, it does not overturn the boat in the gutter.

The big deal is that the championship celebration will be a bit embarrassing...

But at this time, Sun Fenglin played tricks to make things worse.

The "Fair Play Proposal" is nothing in itself, and the football management department will not issue three or five copies in any season.

It's all a cosmetic project, just going through the motions.

But this time is different.

Not long after I offended Sun Jiahui, Sun Fenglin stood up for his wife!

What did you say that Liaodong lost the game, and everyone lost face.

Sun Fenglin might as well just say that as long as Liaodong loses to Wuniu, the big hat of passive competition in the proposal will immediately be buckled on the Liaodong team.

No wonder people are always recording right and wrong in the little black book.

Sun Fenglin is careful enough!

To complain in his heart, Qin Feng gritted his teeth.

Sun Fenglin, don't let me see you, or...

"By the way, Chairman Qin." Qian Zhisong said again: "The game on the 10th, and the championship celebration after the game, I invited Sun Fenglin to watch the ceremony on my own initiative."

"well!"

Qin Feng squeezed out two good words from between his teeth, and patted Qian Zhisong on the shoulder again.

come on!

On the day of the game, I had to have a good fight with Sun Fenglin to see if he was dealing with Liaodong simply because he wanted to vent his anger on Sun Jiahui, or if he had other thoughts.

If the former, everything is easy to say.

If the latter...

Just as he was getting angry, Qian Zhisong continued on the opposite side: "He said he was going to Yanjing, but he didn't have time."

"I won't participate in the event, let me tell you to play well!"

Another one talking out of breath!

Qin Feng turned his head and glared at Qian Zhisong, the resentment he couldn't release rushed straight to his forehead.

But Sun Fenglin is going to Yanjing, and he is about to be promoted soon.

No wonder he has the confidence to challenge himself, let him dance for two days for the time being, and wait and see!

Qin Feng smiled coldly and asked Qian Zhisong to leave first.

He himself walked to the training ground.

Fortunately, there are only two main players missing.

With the depth of the Liaodong team's bench, it is no problem to win the five bulls!

Just took two steps...

In front of him, Grosso covered his stomach, clamped his crotch tightly, and rushed over in small steps.

"What are you doing, Fabio?" Qin Feng asked strangely, "Did you block the shot with lightness?"

"Qin Dong, get out of the way!"

Grosso was succinct and succinct, with a painful expression on his face, and bumped into Qin Feng from the side.

Qin Feng almost fell.

Looking back, Grosso had already rushed into the gate of the office building and disappeared at the corner of the hall.

What happened?

Qin Feng turned around and followed quickly with crutches. When he reached the corridor, Grosso had disappeared.

Go to the door of an open office.

Qin Feng probed and asked, "Did you see Grosso?"

The staff shook their heads in bewilderment.

Qin Feng frowned, and was about to go to another room to inquire again, when a painful groan came from the end of the corridor.

Grosso?

Qin Feng was startled, and hurriedly ran over following the sound.

The sound came from the bathroom.

After knocking open the bathroom door, a stench of rotten green onions mixed with rotten eggs rushed into his nostrils, and Qin Feng was almost smoked.

"Fabio, are you in there?"

Holding his breath, Qin Feng pursed his lips and asked, "What happened?"

No response for half a day.

Qin Feng's face was flushed, and he was about to ask again, when there was the sound of water in the pit with the door half-closed.

Grosso's weak voice also came out.

"Dr. Qin...do you have any paper?"

Qin Feng didn't hold his breath...

Checked by the team doctor.

Grosso was diagnosed with acute gastroenteritis and needed to rest for a week.

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