Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

"Today's game, there are no losers!"

Sun Shengping took off his glasses and rubbed the corners of his eyes vigorously, "Whether it is Liaodong or Wuniu, they all fully interpret the charm of football."

"There is such a team, and there are football players like Qin Feng and Huang Fengzhu."

"Longguo football will definitely get better and better!"

Zhang Lu next to him also coaxed his nose, "That's right, the Liaodong team deserved the victory, and the Wuniu team was also honored to lose."

"I am more and more envious of Qiao Zheng at the scene!"

On the big screen, a close-up of Han Qiaozheng appeared at the right time.

With snot and tears, he was applauding wildly in the arena.

Beside Han Qiaozheng, there are countless Liaodong fans like him...

Qin Feng stood on the sidelines, smiling happily.

Huang Fengzhu walked over, and the two embraced vigorously.

"Qin Feng, do our two teams still have a chance to play against each other?" The old man was so strong that he hugged Qin Feng painfully.

"Why not?" Qin Feng also patted the old man's back, "We are waiting for you in Liaodong!"

"Okay, you wait for me to seek revenge on you!" Huang Fengzhu let go of Qin Feng, laughed loudly, and hugged old handsome Shang Yin again, he turned and left.

In the wind and rain, Huang Fengzhu's tall body was extremely straight.

Players from both teams also exited the field one after another.

It's raining harder.

But no matter the fans on or off the field, none of them left.

They are all waiting for another big game today.

The Liaodong team's championship celebration!

For a while, Liaodong and Liaodong shouted endlessly, and many people shouted Qin Feng's name.

At this time, Qin Feng took the microphone and walked to the center of the venue on crutches.

The applause suddenly blew like a hurricane.

Qin Feng put the microphone to his mouth several times, but had to put it down again.

The fans at the scene were too enthusiastic, and he couldn't open his mouth at all.

Helpless, he had no choice but to wave to the stands around to thank him again and again.

The result is……

The applause became more intense.

On and off the field, [-] fans were all slapped red. They shouted Qin Feng's name, and they didn't stop shouting until they were exhausted.

Gradually the shouts became more uniform.

"Qin Feng...Qin Feng...Qin Feng..."

Qin Feng stood in the middle of the field, his mouth was tightly pursed, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes were slowly moistening.

When he put the microphone to his mouth for the eighth time...

The applause and cheers on the court finally subsided slowly.

"My brothers and sisters, where are you?!"

Qin Feng yelled into the microphone.

"At this!"

The fans stood up and yelled in response.

"Fathers and folks in Liaodong, where are you?!"

"At this!"

"The cutest fans of the Liaodong team, where are you...?"

"Here we are!"

Whether it was Li Wenkang or Han Qiaozheng, whether it was Shang Yin or Qian Zhisong, all the echelon staff of the Liaodong team, including [-] fans, all yelled in unison.

The sound of this response was earth-shattering and made people's ears buzz.

Inside the Longvision studio.

The live broadcast continues.

Sun Shengping and Zhang Lu were completely stunned.

The so-called one-hundred-thousand-response, in front of Qin Feng, is nothing but a big witch. This is simply a one-thousand response, a hundred thousand responses!

How could Qin Feng have such a great personality charm.

Excited 10 people in the audience with just three sentences?

The audience in front of the TV also stared blankly at the TV screen.

The deafening roar, knocked out from the TV speakers, hit their hearts.

Across the screen, they all wanted to yell with the fans in the audience.

Inside Wulihe Stadium.

Qin Feng raised his finger high and pointed at the stands domineeringly,

"Do you still remember my promise when Liaodong returned to Shengjing Wulihe for the first time?"

"I said, from that day on, I won't let you walk out of Wulihe in Shengjing with your heads down!"

"I did it, the Liaodong team did it!"

The huge cheers sounded again, and Qin Feng had to stop temporarily.

Wait until the cheers die down.

Qin Feng continued in an extremely high-spirited tone: "In 1953, the Liaodong team was established."

"From that moment on, countless honors have been with Liaodong."

"The Liaodong team has won so many honors that people can't believe it!"

Speaking of the glorious history of the Liaodong team, all Liaodong fans puffed up their chests.

"But in 1995, we fell into a trough, relegation, tears, helpless back, and the song "You and I Promise", which became the main theme of the Liaodong team that year."

Qin Feng's tone became low, and his desolate voice infected everyone in the audience.

Many elderly fans on and off the field were all sobbing, and it could be seen from their eyes that those days were the last thing they wanted to think about.

"I'm sure all of you had doubts at that time..."

"Can we still show the arrogance of the past?"

"Can we get back the glory that belongs to us?"

"Can we come back?"

After asking three times in a row, Qin Feng stopped and slowly scanned the audience.

The fans in the stands also stared at Qin Feng. They all blushed, and the heat in their chests rushed to their foreheads.

Qin Feng took a deep breath and shouted with all his strength:

"Today, right here, I can proudly announce to everyone!"

"Our Liaodong team is back!"

With a bang, the fans completely erupted.

Everyone's eyes filled with tears. They waved their arms, the flag of the Liaodong team in their hands, and everything they could wave in their hands.

Li Wenkang and others beat the big drum desperately.

A gigantic Liaodong tiger-headed flag stretched down from the top of the stand with a whimper, covering the entire south stand.

The cheers on the scene rushed to the top in an instant.

Watching the huge Liaodong team flag fluttering in the wind and rain.

Qin Feng's hand holding the microphone was trembling with excitement.

"All of this is due to you!

"It is because of you that the Liaodong team has not lost its way."

"It is because of you that the Liaodong team will always be high-spirited."

"It is because of you that the Liaodong team is unrivaled!"

"Today is not the end, it's just the beginning!"

"In the not-too-distant future, the Liaodong team will be on top of the world!"

"The Liaodong team will not wither!"

'The Liaodong team will always move forward! "

Roaring the last sentence, Qin Feng clenched his fist with his right hand and raised it to the sky.

The huge Wulihe Stadium is completely boiling!

"The Liaodong team will not wither!"

"The Liaodong team will always move forward!"

The old coach Shang Yin on the coach's bench yelled these two sentences loudly, and he burst into tears.

Qian Zhisong roared hoarsely, letting tears flow all over his face.

Zhou Xiaochun cried, Li Wenkang with a goatee cried, Messi, Di Maria and Chen Tao cried, and all the staff of the Liaodong team cried...

On and off the field, [-] Liaodong fans all shed tears.

They yelled these two sentences over and over until their voices became hoarse. Even though their eyes were red and swollen, they still yelled loudly for a long time.

Qin Feng raised his right fist and stood in the center of the field, with a fire burning in his chest...

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