Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Early the next morning.

The weather is fine.

Robinson Island.

On the left, a group of German players are fully armed and training easily.

There are many cameras and radios on the side.

Representative stars such as Klinsmann and Matthaus kept shooting at the request of the director.

The other side of the pitch.

Liaodong players are also doing shooting training.

Both sides have learned that the two teams will play a game in a while.

across the midline.

The German players all looked over curiously.

Everyone in the Liaodong team also shifted their eyes to the opposite side from time to time.

sidelines.

"Dong Qin, how will the game be played?"

Old coach Shang Yin said: "The German team is not easy to deal with."

Qin Feng pursed his lips and remained silent.

German striker, "Golden Bomber" Klinsmann.

You can tell by the nickname that his header ability is extremely outstanding.

And another Zhengyin striker, Bierhoff, is the top scorer in Serie A and claims to be able to head out the solitary line.

The German team is currently one of the strongest "high-altitude bombing" teams in the world.

The defense has always been a shortcoming of the Liaodong team.

And Zhang Anhua, the main central defender, is not there yet.

As Shang Yin said, this game is really not easy to play...

Qian Zhisong leaned over from the side, "Director Qin, are you going to play?"

"What on earth, I didn't even bring my jersey."

Staring at Bierhoff who swung his head and pushed the football into the far end of the goal from the corner of the penalty area, Qin Feng murmured.

Germany's half behind the goal.

The team coach Riebeck said: "Frantz, how will the game be played?"

"Just kick."

Looking at the Liaodong player in red on the opposite side, Beckenbauer smiled and said, "It's just for fun. I only have one request. Don't embarrass my little friend from Longguo..."

when he wanted to.

There is water in Qin Feng's words, maybe not much, but not a lot.

The Liaodong team can play back and forth with Spain because of their own strength, but more because of Spain's release.

Liaodong may have strength.

But it is not enough to challenge Germany.

At Beckenbauer's order.

Riebeck walked aside to arrange tactics for the assistant coach of the team.

In fact, there is nothing to arrange.

As long as the German team shows 3 points of strength, it is enough for the Liaodong team, which knows nothing about the sky and the earth, to deal with it.

After the warm-up, the two teams gathered around their respective coaches.

Many hotel staff got the news and ran around the stadium to watch the game.

"People from the Dragon Kingdom want to play against the German team!?"

"Hehe, their courage is really admirable!"

"I don't quite understand. I will definitely lose. What is there to compare it to?"

"Maybe the people of Longguo just want to feel how powerful the strongest team in Europe is!"

"You mean a masochist..."

"Haha, there will be a good show to watch..."

"..."

The staff included locals from the Maldives and Germans, but without exception, they all believed that the Liaodong team was simply looking for abuse.

On the simple stands on the sidelines.

Johansson, wearing a floral shirt and floral shorts, was sitting under the pergola, sipping cocktails leisurely.

Beside him, Zheng Mengzhun was still in a suit and leather shoes, with his hair combed meticulously.

"President Johansson, you don't really think so."

"Qin Feng's Liaodong team has the strength to defeat Spain!"

"Or do you think, facing the German team, the Liaodong team will really make a difference?"

"Hehe, Qin's words are a bit exaggerated, but that's normal."

Johansson laughed: "After all, everyone thinks their team is the best."

After a pause, he continued: "No matter how the Liaodong team played against Spain before, it is impossible for them to perform well against the German tanks."

"But I want to see the hope of Long Guo football in them."

As he said that, he took a sip of his wine, looked at Zheng Mengzhun and said, "Zheng, you don't know the potential of the Longguo football market."

"If they appear in the 2002 World Cup, it will be a good thing for you, me, and the world football world!"

It turned out that Johansson valued Qin Feng because of the Longguo football market.

Zheng Mengzhun pursed his lips and nodded. Longguo has a large population and a huge fan base. It is no exaggeration to say that they are the most important part of world football.

Long Guo entered the finals of the 02 World Cup.

Find a way to arrange them to the Republic of Korea competition area, so that they can earn money from the people of Longguo.

If the people of Longguo can qualify in the qualifiers...

"The words are good, but it also depends on the strength."

Zheng Mengzhun agreed with Johansson's words.

However, the natural arrogance and self-confidence of the Koreans made him habitually look down on the Longguo team. "The Longguo people can't live up to their expectations, and no one can do anything about it."

"Hehe..." Johansson smiled, noncommittal.

On the field.

The game is about to start.

after negotiation.

The referee and the fourth official are Jorge of the Liaodong team and old coach Shang Yin.

The two linesmen are in charge of the German assistant coach.

This is the most fair.

Qin Feng and Beckenbauer did not have any objections.

Both teams are making final preparations before the game.

The German team is loose here, talking and laughing.

Everyone in the Liaodong team was a little nervous. A group of people checked their equipment and looked at Qin Feng from time to time.

They are all waiting for Qin Feng to deploy tactics.

Qin Feng bowed his head in thought, without saying a word.

"Qin Dong, play defensive counterattack!"

Old coach Shang Yin discussed with Qin Feng in a deep voice: "Put the bus in front of the gate, counterattack, and hit the German team with speed. Their players are too old to outrun us."

Defensive counterattack...

Qin Feng didn't say a word, and looked up at the tall German players.

After a long while, he finally said: "Putting the bus, dense defense is not feasible, and defensive counterattack is a dead end."

"Then we're going to fight Germany?"

Shang Yin was startled, his eyes widened, "Dong Qin, I didn't say that, are you drifting away?"

"The defensive ability of the German team is not comparable to that of Spain. Their 3-5-2 plastic surgery and compact midfield is a meat grinder."

"And don't forget, Germany is tyrannizing Little Kuailing, and our control is in front of them..."

"Is it okay to fart in front of them?"

Before Shang Yin finished speaking, Qin Feng looked over and answered, "Old Shang, can we be a little more confident?"

"Confidence is not the same as arrogance!"

Shang Yin's old face was wrinkled together, "Dr. Qin, shrink your defense and look for opportunities to counterattack, that's the right way!"

"Confrontation is a dead end!"

What Shangyin said makes sense.

A weak team against a strong team and a firm defensive counterattack are the most effective and correct tactics.

This is the consensus of all coaches in world football at this stage.

But is this really right?

According to the system information, the 02 World Cup will be held in the future.

Saudi Arabia encountered Germany in the group stage and resorted to a magic weapon for defensive counterattack.

But what happened?

0: 8!

Saudi humiliation fiasco.

Saudi players are as helpless as little monkeys in front of tall Germans.

Known as a defensive counterattack with a weak victory over a strong weapon.

Under the indiscriminate bombing by the Germans, paper is not as good as paper.

"Old Shang, think about it, with the high-altitude combat capabilities of the German team, what would happen if they were allowed to attack with the ball within 40 meters of the Liaodong penalty area?"

Staring at the system panel, Qin Feng frowned and said, "Klinsmann and Bierhoff wake up laughing from their dreams."

"This……"

Business Indian language is blocked.

German strikers are header masters.

The Liaodong defender's air defense ability is not good, so...

Maldives is hot.

But a layer of cold sweat broke out on Shang Yin's back instantly.

"Understood?"

Qin Feng said coldly: "Our defensive ability is not enough to restrain the German team's attack within the 40-meter area."

"Handing over the offensive initiative is a dead end!"

"What should I do?"

The old handsome Shang Yin came back to his senses and shouted: "Hengjian is dead, so fight against each other!"

"If you die like this, you can die like a man, so you won't be laughed at by that Korean Mahu!"

Shang Yin, Qian Zhisong, and all Liaodong players.

They all learned from Ibrahimovic that Zheng Mengzhun looked down on Longguo and the Liaodong team.

I held back all night last night, waiting for the match against Germany, and slapped Chung Mong-joon hard in the face.

Now it is heard that they are going to play against the European overlord Germany.

Everyone raised their eyebrows, with "seeing death as home" written all over their faces!

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin, we may not lose in the counter attack!"

"That is, if Germany enters some of us, we will also enter some of them!"

"Never lose the face of the Dragon Kingdom Liaodong team!"

"..."

The scene was tragic, and Zhou Xiaochun next to him also waved his small fist and yelled. Zhou Mingshi burst into tears and muttered words like "state-owned dead soldiers" that no one could understand.

Zhou Chuanqiong, on the other hand, watched with cold eyes, muttering in a low voice, "Be brave but not resourceful..."

in the crowd.

Qin Feng was amused.

"Are you stupid?"

He went up and waved his crutches, and the loudest ones got hit by one of them, "How can I let you go to die?"

"Come here, listen to me!"

Everyone around was stunned for a moment, and surrounded Qin Feng with a whimper in the next second.

"We still play defensive counterattack!"

Qin Feng whispered: "But it's different from the usual intensive defense in front of the penalty area!"

Glancing at the bewildered crowd, Qin Feng chuckled, took the tactical board from the old coach Shang Yin, and drew a big circle in the midfield position.

"We moved the defensive area forward and set up a defensive line in the 50-75 meter area..."

"Using the high positions in the middle and front courts to press down and directly burn the flames of war to the gate of Germany..."

"If you lose the ball, immediately fight back on the spot..."

"If Germany breaks through the defense line, all the staff will return to the defense immediately!"

"Don't forget what the business director said, the German players are old and not fast enough, we have time to set up the defense, or kill their offense halfway!"

At the end, Qin Feng looked up at the Liaodong players and raised his eyebrows: "Is there any problem?"

No response for half a day.

Everyone's eyes widened, staring at the tactical board in Qin Feng's hand, half-opening their mouths and being speechless.

What tactic is this?

Defensive counterattack?

How can there be a defensive counterattack that sets up a defensive line in the opponent's half?

Isn't this just to beat Germany in front of its own door! ?

"Dong Qin..."

Old handsome Shang Yin came back to his senses, swallowed and said, "Isn't this too risky?"

"Besides, what kind of defensive counterattack is this?"

"Why not a defensive counterattack?"

Qin Feng frowned, "Using a high position to press and press the opponent's living space in the midfield. Once the ball is successfully intercepted or the opponent makes a mistake, we will immediately counterattack on the spot!"

"Don't forget, we are very close to the opponent's goal at this time."

"As long as you pass the ball with one kick, you can create a murderous intention!"

Seeing that everyone gradually understood.

Qin Feng emphasized again.

"Remember, as long as we hold the ball in the German half, forget about pass control, and use the simplest and most direct method..."

"Go and score!"

High defense!

Counterattack directly!

Break through Germany!

The surprise on the faces of the Liaodong team gradually turned into determination, and everyone clenched their fists.

Zhou Xiaochun outside the crowd was stunned, watching Qin Feng's eyes shine, Zhou Mingshi had already cheered regardless.

"It's kind of interesting..."

Zhou Chuanqiong also adjusted the topknot on his head, looked at Qin Feng and raised the corner of his mouth.

"so……"

At this time, Qin Feng put away the tactical board, pursed his lips and looked at the Liaodong players around him, and growled:

"Is there any problem?!"

"no!"

Including old coach Shang Yin and Qian Zhisong, everyone in the Liaodong team agreed.

Zhou Xiaochun and Zhou Mingshi on the side also threw their fists and shouted.

Zhou Chuanqiong raised his arm half way up, then hurriedly retracted it in embarrassment.

"Luca, come here."

Qin Feng pulled Modric again, "Toss a coin later, if you win, remember to choose the kick-off attack!"

"Why Mr. Qin?"

Modric was startled, and pointed to the sun above his head, "I want to choose the goal on the left side facing away from the sun."

The sun in the Maldives is extremely strong, and the sun is glaring overhead, which will cause trouble to the German team who are playing high.

Qin Feng understood Modric's thoughts and said with a smile: "Luka, playing football is the same as being a human being, don't be too honest."

"The German team is good, but they will definitely look down on us in Liaodong."

"That's human nature."

"Besides, it's just a friendly match. The German team must be slack at the beginning."

"We chose to kick off first and caught them off guard!"

"In this way, Germany's true strength can be forced out."

"Not only do I want to train the team and win the game, but I also want to make that Korean, Jung Mong-joon, speechless!"

Looking at Modric whose eyes were gradually widening.

Qin Feng said with a sinister smile: "Understood Luka?"

"How Germany blitzed Europe decades ago, today..."

"We use the way of others to deal with the body of others!"

the other side.

Beckenbauer also went up to the simple stand and sat next to Johansson.

The two were chatting casually.

Zheng Mengzhun interrupted from time to time.

The players of the Liaodong team roared in unison, attracting the attention of three people.

"Hehe, it seems that our little friend is serious."

Beckenbauer said with a smile: "It's nice to be young, energetic, and dare to think about anything."

"Yes Franz."

Johansson leaned against the back of the chair and stretched comfortably, "I hope you don't embarrass Qin's team too much."

"Young people, having dreams is a good thing!"

Beckenbauer smiled, but said nothing.

On the contrary, Zheng Mengzhun sneered and said: "In my opinion, we should let the people of Longguo recognize the facts and let them correct their bragging problems."

As he spoke, he pointed to Qin Feng who was whispering to Modric in the crowd.

"Mr. Beckenbauer, if I'm not mistaken..."

"Qin Feng wants to start a sneak attack."

Beckenbauer was also looking at Qin Feng with raised eyebrows. Hearing this, he smiled slightly, "It's okay, let them come!"

"The German team has experienced all kinds of tests."

Hear this.

Both Johansson and Zheng Mengzhun were taken aback for a moment.

Johansson smiled and looked at Qin Feng on the sidelines. There was expectation, curiosity, and pity in his eyes.

Zheng Mengzhun next to him also looked at Qin Feng with a smile.

The German national team has won the World Cup three times and the European Cup three times. It has participated in countless competitions and has rich experience.

If they are so easily attacked,

It is not the "steel chariot" that everyone calls.

Qin Feng, I'm afraid you have miscalculated!

In Zheng Mengzhun's mind, the scene of Liaodong people turning their backs on their backs, and Qin Feng's despair, couldn't help but smile a little more.

On the field.

Modric beats Klinsmann in the coin toss.

He chose to attack first without hesitation.

Klinsmann chose the goal with his back to the sun on the left.

The two teams line up at each half.

Waiting for the opening whistle...

……