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11 minutes into the game.

2: 0!

Liaodong leads Germany!

There was a sudden silence.

Everyone has not recovered from the shock of Liaodong's frenzied attack on the German team. When Liaodong scored a goal, everyone was dumbfounded.

There are more than ten seconds.

Boom.

The hotel staff surrounding the court all jumped up.

"God bless what I saw!"

"God, that's impossible!"

"People from the Dragon Kingdom, the God-like Dragon Kingdom team!"

"11 minutes, scored 2 goals, they are facing Germany!"

"Longguo team is so powerful, are they really just a club?"

"It must be too hot, I have hallucinations!"

"The people of Longguo are too strong. What kind of tactics do they play? I have watched football for so many years, but I have never seen it before!"

"..."

Most people on the sidelines marveled at the performance of the Liaodong team.

There are also a small number of people clamoring that the German team did not show their true skills, and the Liaodong team just took advantage of it.

But this argument was quickly buried in a sea of ​​praise.

Except for the Germans, the staff of all the remaining neutral countries are applauding for the Liaodong team.

Everyone is more willing to see a good show where the weak defeat the strong.

They are no exception.

On the simple stands on the sidelines.

Beckenbauer pursed his lips tightly and froze on the chair, motionless.

But if you look closely, you can see that his hands are shaking slightly as he grips the armrest of the seat.

"Frantz, Franz..."

Johansson jumped up and cheered, the fat on his body rolled up and down following his movements, "Qin, Longguo, Liaodong, the fucking Liaodong team..."

"It was so beautiful!"

"What tactics did they play?"

"If I remember correctly, this is a brand new tactic that has never appeared on any team!"

"Isn't it high-position pressing?"

Without waiting for Beckenbauer to answer, Zheng Mengzhun said with a cold face, "wasting energy, pressing in the frontcourt, and counterattacking on the spot after grabbing the ball."

"What's this?"

"It's just a mad dog play!"

"The Liaodong defense area is so far ahead, and behind them is a pioneering land."

"Qin Feng doesn't even think about it. Once the German team breaks through the defense, Liaodong will lose the ball in minutes!"

"And don't forget, the Liaodong team's physical strength won't last long with this style of play."

"Unless they take medicine!"

"That's right, maybe Qin Feng is planning this!"

Hear what Jung Mong Joon said.

Johansson frowned.

"Zheng, no matter how unbearable Qin is, he will not use any contraband in a friendly match while on vacation."

"This is a very serious allegation!"

"Working with me in the future, you must always pay attention to your wording."

Zheng Mengzhun's expression changed, his lips moved just as he was about to speak.

Beckenbauer, who had been staring at the arena, also sneered and said, "Mr. Zheng, I sensed the word jealousy in your tone."

"Deep jealousy!"

After speaking, Beckenbauer turned his head to look at Zheng Mongzhun, and jokingly said: "It seems that Longguo football is not as weak as you said."

"Korean football is not as strong as you say."

"Qin's Liaodong team is playing a new tactic, you can't see it, can you?"

"Mr. Beckenbauer, I can't see it."

After being repeatedly reprimanded, Zheng Mengzhun couldn't hold back his face, stared and said stubbornly: "Isn't the way the people of Longguo play is ordinary high-ranking press?

"This is far worse than our full-court press in the Republic of Korea!"

"I need an explanation!"

"I'm not obliged to explain to you." Beckenbauer turned his head, without looking at the distraught Jung Mong Joon.

"It's not necessary, Franz."

At this time, Johansson, who had been fighting between the two of them, stood up again and persuaded, "I also want to know how good Qin's tactics are."

"I know your German team is a little slack."

"But in just 11 minutes, breaking through the German gate twice, relying solely on Zheng's mad dog tactics, is not feasible."

"Qin's tactics..."

Seeing that it was Johansson asking, Beckenbauer thought for a few seconds, then pondered:

"I can only see now that he deployed 50-75 meters in the midfield, using zone defense, and constantly oppressing the German team's passing space."

"In addition, they do not hesitate to run, often resulting in playing more and playing less, further forcing the German team to take the initiative to make mistakes."

"Just now Warnes made a hasty kick and finally conceded the goal. This is the reason."

Speaking of this, Beckenbauer paused, and suddenly his eyes lit up and continued: "If you grab the ball in the midfield, maybe you can threaten the opponent's goal with just one pass!"

"The smaller the space, the easier it is for the opponent to make mistakes..."

"The closer you are to the opponent's goal, the greater the threat..."

"Space...distance..."

The more Beckenbauer talked, the more excited he became. He had forgotten to explain Qin Feng's tactics to Johansson and Zheng Mengzhun, and he was rubbing his hands and circling all over the floor.

"Genius idea!"

"Genius tactics!"

"Qin, you're just a daring lunatic!"

"It is so, it must be so!"

"But how does Qin defend and counterattack quickly? As long as they can bypass their "Maginot Line of Defense", isn't Liaodong's goal at the mercy of others?"

"No, I must find out whether Qin is a genius or a lunatic!"

Kenbauer muttered, walked off the stands, and went straight to the position of German coach Ribeck.

Seeing his glowing face, he obviously thought of some way to deal with Qin Feng's tactics.

"It's been a long time since I saw Franz so serious."

Johansson looked at Beckenbauer trotting down the stands and said with a smile: "He is like a child seeing his favorite toy."

"Chairman Johansson."

Zheng Mengzhun still pursed his lips and said in dissatisfaction: "Mr. Beckenbauer is still making a fuss."

"The German team hasn't exerted their strength yet. Qin Feng's team may have already used all their tricks."

"I still say the same thing, the pressing tactics of the people of Long Kingdom are not surprising."

"When the German team gets serious, they will lose soon."

"Oh?"

Jung Mong Joon's words also make sense.

In the opening 11 minutes, the German team has not switched from vacation mode to combat mode.

I don't know how the Liaodong team will face the fully fired German team.

Johansson smiled and looked at Qin Feng who was celebrating his goal by throwing his fists on the sidelines.

"Then read on!"

"I would like to know how many surprises Longguo Qin can give me..."

"He won't be happy for too long." Zheng Mengzhun also squinted at Qin Feng. From his sharp eyes, he could see deep scruples.

Qin Feng was hugging Ibrahimovic at this moment.

"Zlatan, you scored a goal, kick it!"

"Qin, who said just now that you just scored a goal, you are promising!"

"Haha, Zlatan, you bastard!"

"Ha ha……"

Soon other players of the Liaodong team also rushed over.

Including Qin Feng Ibrahimovic, plus Liaodong's substitute players, everyone crazily hugged together.

On the periphery of the crowd, Qian Zhisong and Zhou Xiaochun also danced and applauded.

Zhou Mingshi yelled ancient Chinese that no one could understand, and was impassioned. He didn't know when he had an extra camera in his hand, and he frantically pressed the shutter on the Liaodong players who were celebrating in a group.

Even Zhou Chuanqiong was infected and slapped his hands.

not far away.

Sun Li waved his small fists and cheered for Liaodong loudly with the families of all Liaodong players.

Beside her, Zhang Yulin had juice in one hand and a sunshade in the other, showing great hospitality from time to time.

Sun Li ignored it.

Zhang's mother looked at her silly son and sighed.

The celebration of the Liaodong team ended soon.

Qin Feng habitually looked at the coaching bench of the German team, and then he was taken aback.

Beckenbauer didn't know when he stepped off the stands and was arguing with coach Ribeck.

It seems...

The German team must be serious! ?

Look back.

Qin Feng hurriedly whispered to everyone: "We gave Germany two heavy artillery at the beginning."

"They must be furious now!"

"Remember what I said."

"Continue to deploy defense at a high position, and once Germany breaks through the defense line, quickly return to defense!"

As he spoke, he looked at Zheng Zhi, Pepe, Grosso and other defensive players and said, "Try to set up traps to lure Germany to attack the center and reduce their chances of getting the ball on the two wings of the penalty area."

"Can it be done!?"

After receiving an affirmative response, Qin Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be polite to the Germans, think about what Gentile would say to you if Master Gentile was here?"

Hear Gentile's name.

All the players of the Liaodong team swallowed at the same time, and then smiled wickedly.

Qin Feng continued: "One more thing, as long as the ball is successfully intercepted, immediately launch a counterattack, and make the transition between offense and defense as fast as possible!"

Everyone agreed loudly.

Seeing that everyone understands what I mean.

Qin Feng directed everyone to play.

After thinking for a while, he pulled Pepe who was behind again.

"Heroes, remember the No. 13 Jeremys of the German team, yes, that is the long hair like a mental illness."

"If he dares to make any outrageous moves, give him some color, don't give me face!"

Jeremys is a German defensive midfielder.

Famous for his fierce defense and hot temper, the phrase "If you dare to cross the center line once, I will let you scream once", scared the French star Vieira, who is also known for his defense, timidly.

Qin Feng was afraid that he would act irrationally and hurt the Liaodong players again.

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin."

Pepe stared at Jeremys on the field, and replied very solemnly, "How do you want me to deal with him?"

This……

Qin Feng was taken aback and hurriedly instructed.

"Give him a little... the color is fine, don't hurt anyone!"

"no problem."

Pepe smiled, showing her white teeth, and turned to play.

Qin Feng let out a long breath.

Look at the German coach's bench.

Beckenbauer and Riebeck are still competing there, and it seems that they still haven't reached a consensus.

"Frantz, we don't need to take the initiative to change."

Riebeck's face was flushed, and he was obviously very angry. "The advantage of the Longguo people is temporary. I am confident to win the game with the current lineup."

"No, Erich, I don't think so."

Beckenbauer insisted: "Qin's team is playing a very new tactic, replacing Ulf with speed to attack their defense."

"I want to see how they respond."

Ulf Kirsten, three-time Bundesliga Golden Boot, quick start and precise shooting.

Beckenbauer had a good idea, but he forgot one thing...

"Ulf is 33 years old!"

Riebeck said in a deep voice, "How much speed does he have left?"

Seeing Beckenbauer pondering, Riebeck strikes again while the iron is hot: "Calm down Franz, everyone is about to get serious."

"Let's take a look."

"Wait until the critical moment to send Ulf on the field, and deal a fatal blow to the people of Longguo!"

Beckenbauer was taken aback.

He turned to the players on the German field, Klinsmann, 35 years old, Bierhoff, 31 years old, Hassler, 33 years old, Matthaus, 38 years old...

Look at the bench again.

Kirsten, 33, Andres Müller, 32…

The former steel chariot is full of rust.

But even so, Beckenbauer still saw in everyone's faces the stubbornness and unyieldingness of the Germans alone.

"You're right Erich."

Patting Riebeck's arm, Beckenbauer sat down on the grass, raised his knees, pursed his lips and turned to the field, "Let's kick it, trust these old guys, they won't let us down."

Riebeck nodded, ran to the sidelines and shouted to arrange tactics.

On the field.

The German team, which lost 2 goals in a row, has already stood up.

Hearing Libeck's roar, everyone gritted their teeth and remained silent.

There was a lot of noise on the sidelines, and everyone was cheering for the Dragon Kingdom Liaodong team.

Klinsmann looked back blankly.

Behind him, a group of German players looked serious.

Then the kick-off whistle sounded.

Klinsmann quickly returned a pass, and then ran laterally to respond.

The Liaodong team will definitely continue to press high.

learn from mistakes.

This time he was in no rush to move forward.

Bierhoff on the side also pulled horizontally towards the other side, trying his best to make room for the pass.

Just like what they thought.

The football just leaves the center circle.

The Liaodong team rushed forward again.

Xu Shengqin, Ibrahimovic, and Xu Liheng directly pushed towards the German defense guarded by Koller.

In the midfield, Modric and Zheng Zhi rushed to Hasler who was holding the ball at the same time. Zhao Jiayi guarded Hasler's route and waited for an opportunity.

Liaodong's defense also followed suit.Spread out a little behind the center line.

At the same time, Grosso and Huang Liang also moved forward together to participate in the midfield press.

The three lines of the Liaodong team were like heavy waves, crashing towards the German half.

The Liaodong team, which scored 2 goals, is even more imposing!

Beckenbauer frowned.

But soon he relaxed again.

The German team is old.

But the experience is immense.

If you really want to get serious, the previous advantages of the Liaodong team will disappear immediately.

that's the truth.

Facing the siege by Modric and Zheng Zhi, Hasler, who had been prepared for a long time, did not rush, and cooperated with Harman next to him to hit the wall, and when he opened the gap, he made a long diagonal pass.

The football flew across the half court and fell straight behind the Liaodong defense line.

Bierhoff, who was still pulling horizontally just now, suddenly went straight, rushed past Pepe's side, and rushed towards the football landing point.

The German team used a precise long pass to tear through the Liaodong defense line!

Finally it was the turn of the German team to perform.

Hotel workers around the stadium erupted in cheers.

Simple stands.

Johansson laughed and stood up.

Zheng Menggui roared like a madman, cheering for Bierhoff.

On the grass beside the pitch, Beckenbauer stretched his neck and turned his head to follow the running Bierhoff. The veins in his neck were exposed, and he seemed to wish he could go on the field and kick the Liaodong goal.

On the other side, Qin Feng rushed to the sidelines, waved his arms again and again, and loudly directed the team to return to defense.

On the field.

Pepe turned around very quickly and chased back desperately.

Behind him, the three lines of Liaodong retreated as a whole, shrinking rapidly like an ebb tide.

The German team followed the retreating Liaodong team and rushed out of the half.

Klinsmann, Hassler, Hamann... all gritted their teeth and sprinted into the attack.

Foremost.

Bierhoff ran at full speed.

But he soon discovered the problem.

I am too far away from the Liaodong goal, or in other words, the German team as a whole is too far away from the Liaodong goal.

This made the German team's counterattack take longer to threaten the Liaodong goal.

Long-distance raids are not Bierhoff's forte.

The long-distance sprint also made his chest tight.

Seeing that he was approaching the Liaodong penalty area, he unloaded the ball in the air and slowed down involuntarily.

behind him.

Pepe, who bared her teeth and stared, quickly approached...

……