Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

On the leading bus.

The fine raindrops hung all over the car windows, and then winded backwards with the wind.

Perhaps it was because the temperature outside was low, and a layer of fog formed on the car windows.

Sitting in the front seat, Qin Feng stared out the window.

The buildings and trees passing by outside the car were hazy, and the rain and fog on the car windows became a natural filter, making everything look faintly visible.

Qin Feng grabbed his sleeve and wiped the car window twice.

The scenery outside the window was clear for a few seconds before being slowly shrouded in mist.

Curling his lips, Qin Feng stretched out his finger and wrote the word "win" on the car window.

After thinking for a while, he erased the handwriting again, and when the car window was fogged up again, and the word Win was blurred again, he drew a bastard under the word Win, and wrote a crooked willow character on the bastard shell.

Grinning, Qin Feng was proudly admiring his masterpiece, when suddenly a half-yellow and half-green leaf flew over and stuck to the rain-soaked car window.

The leaves are covering the bastard.

Or a willow leaf...

It is said that there is an autumn rain and a cool one. Shengjing is located in the northeast, and it is already chilly in early autumn.

There was a wind blowing outside the car, and a large number of fallen leaves fell on both sides of the street, making it indescribably bleak and desolate.

A group of Liaodong players were also infected by this atmosphere, staring outside the car in silence.

There was silence in the car.

The bus turned a corner and got on the main road of Qingnian Avenue.

In the rain and fog in the distance, the outline of Wulihe Stadium gradually emerged.

There are faint drums and singing.

The people in the car were attracted to it, and they all raised their necks to look.

Qin Feng also raised his eyebrows to look out from the windshield glass.

As the stadium approached, the sound of drums and singing grew louder and clearer.

There is a road closure ahead.

Countless red figures, against the wind and rain, are gathering towards the magnificent Wulihe Stadium ahead.

It's the Liaodong fans wearing the Liaodong home red uniform!

They waved the Liaodong team flag in their hands, beat the big drum, and sang with their voices.

"Liaodong Liaodong, tigers soar into the sky!"

"Liaodong Liaodong, we are connected!"

"Wind and rain, green grass, my heart does not change, Liaodong Liaodong, you have no limit."

"Believe in dreams, go forward bravely, Liaodong Liaodong, you never say never."

"Sorrow and happiness, let's face it together, Liaodong Liaodong, you will move forward forever!"

"..."

The heroic singing kept looping, mixed with the rumbling drums, shaking the rain on the bus windows trembling.

The players in the car stood up and looked at the fans outside the car.

Fans outside the car also noticed the Liaodong team bus approaching slowly.

"The Liaodong team is here!"

"Champion, champion!"

"Great Liaodong team!"

"..."

Applause and shouts suddenly exploded, and the huge cheers even shook the sky and the wind and rain.

Everyone in the car, including Qin Feng, waved and applauded the fans outside the car.

Some young players even drew a big heart on the car window fog.

The applause from the fans outside the car was even louder.

The bus passed slowly through the crowd and arrived at the periphery of Wulihe Stadium.

Everyone was completely stunned.

Two hours before the start of the game, the outside of the Wulihe Stadium has become a sea of ​​red. The Liaodong fans who can't see the edge are cheering for the Liaodong team bus.

A huge sound wave hit.

The shock made Qin Feng's eardrums hurt.

He pulled the old handsome Shang Yin beside him, leaned close to the old man's ear and gritted his teeth: "Director Shang, look, let the water go, who are we sorry for!"

Elderly people always have shallow eye sockets, and Shang Yin's eyes will be red now, "Water, what kind of water, I must kick to death today!"

"Whoever tells the Liaodong team to release water in the future, I'm in a hurry with him!"

The players on the car also stared at the boundless red crowd with firm faces.

On the bus behind, little Messi's eyes were full of bright red. He leaned against the window, his face full of yearning.

Di Maria's eyes were red from crying, and he was chanting the name of the Liaodong team.

The older Chen Tao clenched his fists.

The other young players were also extremely excited, shouting that sooner or later they would become the main force of the Liaodong team and stand on the turf of the Wulihe Stadium.

The dream stretches at this moment, and a seed is planted in their hearts.

On the remaining buses, all the staff of the Liaodong team were dumbfounded.

I knew that the Liaodong team was popular, but I didn't expect it to be so popular!

Unknowingly, they all puffed up their chests and waved to the fans outside the car.

Chen Guifen was among them.

She looked out of the car with red eyes, her eyes were full of memories.

The last time fans cheered for the team like this was when Liaodong defeated Japan's Nissan and won the Asian Club Cup 8 years ago.

No, that time was not as big as it is now.

8 buses slowly entered the stadium.

The cheers grew louder...

The Liaodong team locker room.

The players just came back from the warm-up.

Cruyff stood in front of the tactical board with a lollipop in his mouth.

Singing and cheering came crashing through the open windows, and Cruyff had to turn up the volume.

"I heard you all." He pointed out the window, "Someone is cheering for you."

"Play well and don't let the fans down!"

He didn't arrange too many tactics, and everything followed the training.

After finishing speaking, Cruyff looked at Qin Feng, "Qin, what else do you want to say?"

Qin Feng shook his head, what else could he say, with thousands of fans outside cheering him on, no matter how much he said to boost morale, it seemed pale.

"Come on!" Thousands of words merged into one sentence, and Qin Feng shouted with fists.

"Come on!" All Liaodong players shouted in unison.

The game started immediately, and they walked out of the locker room quickly.

Qin Feng followed behind.

When we arrived at the player channel, the Wuniu team had already lined up and waited.

Their head coach, Nelson, folded his arms and stared at the red sky in the stands outside the aisle, with a dignified expression.

Behind Nilesen, Huang Fengzhu smiled wryly.

Seeing Qin Feng, he came over, "Qin Feng, Qin Feng, with this posture, not to mention that you have three main players missing, even if you are all substitutes, it is estimated that five bulls are enough."

"These fans are so crazy, they can beat a team!"

"Guide Huang, you are a senior, I have a question for you."

Qin Feng smiled, turned serious and said: "When you first stepped onto the court, what was in your mind?"

"Walking on the court for the first time..." Huang Fengzhu was stunned for a few seconds, and then understood what Qin Feng meant.

"At that time, I was focused on playing football well, not disappointing the fans, serving the country, and overthrowing foreigners, but I didn't have so many crooked thoughts now..."

The old man shook his head and smiled, and patted Qin Feng on the shoulder, "Qin Feng, I'm not as good as you."

As he spoke, he pointed to the fans in the stands in the distance, "Play well in Liaodong, don't let the fans down!"

Huang Fengzhu's palm was wide, and it hurt Qin Feng's shoulder.

But Qin Feng didn't intend to dodge at all, instead he straightened his back up.

"Director Huang, see you on the field later!"

"Haha, okay, see you on the court!"

Huang Fengzhu laughed proudly, and stood back to the Wu Niu team, "Wu Niu must relegation today, don't think we are vegetarians!"

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