Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Northeast corner of Rosengard.

The gypsy field surrounded by barbed wire is still muddy.

On the mud floor, Qin Feng and Ibrahimovic stood opposite each other.

Between the two, a black and white football lay there, shaking slightly with the cold wind.

On the sidelines, Helena asked Zhou Xiaochun doubtfully:

"Zlatan was promoted to the center forward of the first team last year. With Qin's appearance, can he compete with him?"

After speaking, she seemed to feel that this was inappropriate, so she quickly changed her words.

"I don't mean anything else, just curious, you know."

"Ha ha."

Zhou Xiaochun's long black hair fluttered with the cold wind.

She pressed the long hair beside her ear, looked at Qin Feng and said softly: "Qin Feng is a persistent person, he will not give up on what he decides."

"It's true for football, it's true for everything."

Helena half-understood these words, and looked at Qin Feng curiously with her big eyes.

"No matter what, it is impossible for Qin to win against Zlatan, because he is also an extremely persistent person."

"Not necessarily!"

Hearing that Helena looked down on Qin Feng, Zhou Xiaochun's small face swelled into a bun, and he waved his small fist at Qin Feng in the field

Come on, Qin Feng!

You can't lose!

On the field, Ibrahimovic stretched his foot to pull the football and stepped on it.

"Qin, don't say I'm bullying you." He crossed his arms and said, "You decide the rules."

Qin Feng glanced at the football under Ibrahimovic's feet, stretched out his crutches and hooked it, and the football returned obediently between the two of them.

Pointing to the goal behind Ibrahimovic, "International practice, one-on-one offense and defense, 3 wins in 2 games, and the player who advances by 2 goals wins."

Ibrahimovic looked back.

Two wine bottles, with a broken wooden stick on top, about half a meter high and half a meter wide, square.

The width and height of the "goal" is not much bigger than a football.

"I'm fine, can you do it?"

Ibrahimovic glanced at the crutches in Qin Feng's hands, raised his chin and said, "If you hadn't insisted, I would not have agreed to such a boring competition."

It's really not that Ibrahimovic looks down on Qin Feng.

No matter who judges it, the one-on-one match between Ibrahimovic and Qin Feng who is on crutches is a waste of time.

But Qin Feng obviously doesn't think so.

"cut."

With a smile on his face, he mocked: "Zlatan, your first coach, didn't he teach you not to underestimate any opponent?"

"If not, then I will teach you a lesson today!"

Upon hearing this, Ibrahimovic's eyes narrowed.

Qin Feng also put away his smile, raised his head slightly and stared at Ibrahimovic.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, sparks and lightning burst out.

No more nonsense, just toss a coin.

As a result, Ibrahimovic selected the head and kicked off first.

Qin Feng defended.

Ibrahimovic brought the football to a position about 35 meters away from the "bottle goal" and stopped.

Looking up at Qin Feng's position, he sneered.

On the opposite side, Qin Feng stood about 3 meters away, waiting for him.

3 meters, it is reasonable to say that it is the best distance for one-on-one defense, allowing defenders to calmly face various breakthroughs.

But don't forget, you, Qin Feng, are on crutches!

Can you keep up with your moving speed! ?

Thinking of Ibrahimovic's right foot, the football passed Qin Feng's left.

At the same time, he started chasing the ball at high speed.

There is nothing fancy, Ibrahimovic wants to eat Qin Feng raw with speed!

Just like Ibrahimovic thought.

Qin Feng reacted quickly. Seeing the football rushing by from the left, he quickly turned around, swung his crutches and chased after the football.

Just as he was about to touch the ball, there was a whistling wind behind him.

Ibrahimovic crossed Qin Feng with his two long legs and caught the football first.

Pass it to yourself in 3 seconds!

In front of Ibrahimovic was an empty goal, and Qin Feng, who was leaning on crutches, was firmly pressed behind him.

The first ball is here!

While running, Ibrahimovic raised his eyes and glanced at the goal, then pushed with his right foot.

So relieved, he had a triumphant smile on his face.

On the sidelines, Helena had already raised her arms high in a celebratory pose in advance.

Beside her, Zhou Xiaochun was full of dissatisfaction, clasping his hands into a trumpet and shouting: "Go up, Qin Feng, kick him down!"

on the field.

Ibrahimovic's arch has touched the football.

At this moment, a foot suddenly stopped in front of the football.

It was Qin Feng. He flew out and slid from the side and rear, blocking Ibrahimovic's shooting route.

With a bang, the football hit Qin Feng's toe and bounced high into the air.

How can it be?

Ibrahimovic froze.

He looked down at Qin Feng who was lying in the mud, his face full of disbelief.

Qin, how did you rush up from behind so fast?

Helena on the sidelines was also dumbfounded.

Just now she saw very clearly that Qin Feng, who was nearly a body and a half behind, suddenly exerted strength with his hands, and using the crutches as a fulcrum, he flew out.

When there was no time to send, he stretched his legs to block Ibrahimovic's shot.

you could put it that way.

Not only did the crutch not become a hindrance to Qin Feng, but it became a sharp weapon for him to speed up his movement!

Zhou Xiaochun's cola on the side broke.

"Qin Feng, good job, remember to kick him lightly next time!"

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth twitched twice. He wasn't worried about Ibrahimovic, but felt that his mood was a bit cold.

Ibrahimovic couldn't understand Zhou Xiaochun's Chinese.

He came back to his senses and stretched out his hand to Qin Feng who was lying on the ground.

"Qin, you..."

Ibrahimovic wanted to ask Qin Feng how he managed to rush up to defend so quickly, but he swallowed the words again.

No matter what the opponent does, next time, just beat him.

Talking is useless!

Qin Feng ignored the hand stretched out in front of him.

"Zlatan, don't look down on me."

With a cold face, he got up by himself, clapped the dirt on his hands with his crutches, "There are only opponents on the court, there is no mercy!"

He was really angry.

Just now Ibrahimovic chose to use speed to survive, which is a blatant contempt.

Qin Feng doesn't like being regarded as a different kind with a cane.

He is a normal person.

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Ibrahimovic was unmoved.

He ran to the sidelines and kicked the ball towards Qin Feng, "Only those who win are qualified to preach, you haven't won yet."

The football flew high, fluttering and erratic under the influence of the wind speed.

Qin Feng didn't look at the football in the air, but stared at Ibrahimovic.

The moment the football hit the ground, he lightly lifted his right foot and stepped on the ball firmly with a bang.

The ball was obedient and motionless, as if it was always at Qin Feng's feet.

This feeling of the ball...

Ibrahimovic's gaze became a little dignified.

He walked slowly to the defensive position, bent down and lowered his center of gravity, staring at the football under Qin Feng's feet without blinking.

Seriously?

Qin Feng snorted softly, and flicked the ball with his right foot.

From right foot to right crutch, then from right crutch to left crutch.

The football cruising back and forth between the crutches on both sides and Qin Feng's right foot.

In this way, he slowly approached Ibrahimovic's defensive area with the ball.

This……

Ibrahimovic is stupid!

Can the ball be kicked like this?

"Qin, this is a handball foul!"

He straightened up, pointed at Qin Feng's crutches playing football and shouted.

Qin Feng is not guilty about this.

"What a foul!"

He stiffened his neck and shouted back, "If you don't accept it, go home and take off your ice hockey stick, I don't mind!"

"..." Ibrahimovic was speechless.

Qin Feng is competing with himself on crutches!

It would be unreasonable to ask for anything else.

Shaking his head, Ibrahimovic leaned down again, reaching out his hand to signal Qin Feng to continue.

But just before his center of gravity sank.

Qin Feng suddenly moved.

He rushed forward at high speed, the football swung left and right between his crutches, and when he was less than 2 meters away from Ibrahimovic, he dribbled the ball to the right.

Ibrahimovic was caught off guard.

He hastily adjusted his center of gravity, stretched out his legs and stabbed at the football, and at the same time blocked Qin Feng's breakthrough route with his body.

Seeing that Ibrahimovic is about to poke the football with his toes.

be cheated!

Qin Feng, who was on the move, suddenly changed his focus.

He hit the football horizontally with the cane in his right hand, changed direction suddenly, and rushed to Ibrahimovic's left side.

Fried meatballs!

Qin Feng used his crutches to make fried meatballs!

Ibrahimovic didn't withdraw now, he could only watch Qin Feng rushing past him.

With a bang, Qin Feng raised his body with his crutches, kicked and shot.

The football passed through the "bottle goal" obediently, but it was still hollow.

1: 0!

Qin Feng takes the lead.

This kid is really clever!

Looking at Qin Feng who "raised his arms" and cheered, Ibrahimovic's expression was unprecedentedly serious.

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