Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

The Liaodong players left the field with their heads down.

The ball was lost at the last moment of the first half, and a group of people gasped heavily, not daring to look at Qin Feng.

Especially Huang Liang, who scored an "own goal", gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and his face was full of grievances.

"Why are you keeping your head down?"

Qin Feng went up and shouted: "I don't believe that any team will do better than you when facing Germany!"

A group of Liaodong players were stunned for a while, and looked up at Qin Feng, what's so good?

The opening "sneak attack" scored two goals. Later, there was basically no way to deal with Germany. Instead, they were equalized by a set kick and a counterattack.

The key to the opponent's equalizer was scored by our own people.

"Qin Dong, I'm sorry!"

Huang Liang bowed his head and came out more and more. He didn't know whether it was tired or because of something, his face was as red as a monkey's butt and he explained: "I didn't expect..."

The voice did not fall.

Qin Feng swung his cane over, "Silly, it's only natural for the defender to stretch his foot to intercept the shot!"

"If you don't stretch your feet, will Anqi be able to defend?"

"That's 'Golden Bomber' Klinsmann!"

"Huang Liang, if you encounter such a situation in the future, you must stretch your feet to block it, don't think too much!"

Qin Feng is really worried that Huang Liang, who has just turned 20 years old, has formed a psychological shadow, and will be timid in defense in the future.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng emphasized again.

"If I see that you are afraid of an 'own goal' and don't stretch your feet in the future, I will break your legs and give you a pair of crutches!"

"Haha..." Liaodong players all laughed.

Huang Liang also scratched his head and smirked, feeling completely relaxed.

Seeing everyone's mood picking up, Qin Feng clapped his hands again to attract everyone's attention and said, "I didn't just praise you just now."

"Think about it, we're up against three-time European Cup winners, three-time World Cup winners, Germany!"

"what's the result?"

"In the first 8 seconds, we scored a goal in lightning."

"In 11 minutes, we used the high position to press and scored twice."

"Throughout the first half, we didn't give the German team too many chances."

"Instead, we almost scored another goal to push them back."

"so……"

"I'm proud of you!"

Hearing Qin Feng's words.

All the Liaodong players showed determination, and Ibrahimovic shouted from the sidelines, what about the German team, they are not happy if they don't have an advantage.

Qin Feng smiled and continued: "In the second half, we still have a chance in the second half."

Hearing this, all the players in Liaodong fell silent, dubious.

45 minutes in the first half.

Everyone was tired after frantically pressing the German team in the midfield.

Zheng Zhi's face was covered with sweat, Modric's white face was flushed, and Xu Liheng's part was drooping on his forehead...

Everyone was panting violently, and their bodies were sweating profusely like water.

"Qin Dong, if you keep kicking like this, everyone's physical strength may not be able to keep up."

Old handsome Shang Yin came over and said, "I'm exhausted, how can I fight against the Germans?"

The Liaodong team's play in the first half was extremely exhausting, and the temperature in the Maldives was high, and the players' physical exertion was even greater.

He glanced at the state of the people.

Qin Feng quickly instructed everyone to rest and replenish water, and recover quickly.

"We are tired, someone is more tired than us!"

Taking advantage of the rest of the Liaodong players, Qin Feng pointed to the German team and continued: "The average age of the players on the German team is 32 years old."

"And we, the average age is less than 20 years old."

"It's really a competition of physical strength, we have no reason to lose."

A group of Liaodong players followed Qin Feng's finger and turned their heads to look...

The offensive players of Klinsmann and Bierhoff were alright, they were just gasping for breath.

The rest of the defensive players like Koller and Matthaus collapsed to the ground, pouring water on their heads.

In particular, Mateus, who is known as the "perpetual motion machine", a man in his forties, lying motionless on the turf, only his chest is still heaving.

Throughout the first half, such a high-intensity offensive and defensive transition.

He is really tired.

What can be done?

The German team has been trying to slow down the pace of the game, use the position to advance, and bomb from high altitude.

But the entire Liaodong team, a bunch of big and small boys, all acted like seeing an "enemy".

A full 45 minutes.

Not a second to relax.

If this goes on, who can bear it? !

Mateus looked at the white clouds slowly flowing in the sky with a dull expression.

Withdrawing his gaze, Qin Feng clenched his fist and said, "I've seen it all, so stick to it."

"In this competition, whoever has the stronger willpower will win!"

A group of Liaodong players suddenly responded.

Taking advantage of the high morale, Qin Feng stepped up his tactics for the second half, still focusing on high-position pressing, but in the attack, he had to play Liaodong's usual pass-and-control tactics in the German half.

"Luka, this is up to you."

Qin Feng looked at Modric who was drinking water, "In the first half, when we attacked with the ball, you were a little confused."

"Take back what we are good at!"

"But be careful, the German players are tall and have long legs, everyone gathers in the half court, leaving us with less space for passing the ball."

"Make more use of limited space!"

The Liaodong team's pass and control tactics have become more mature in the past six months, and they just use the powerful German team to test their quality.

Modric nodded.

Other players are also thoughtful...

Soon the intermission passed.

Players from both teams play.

The two sides continued to start the opening game without making any adjustments.

whistle.

The German team was uncharacteristically after the kick-off and did not pass the ball back.

Hassler received the ball outside the middle circle and directly dribbled the ball forward.

The rest of the German players also moved forward quickly, hitting the Liaodong half.

The German team has rich experience and wants to use the opening period of the second half to catch Liaodong by surprise.

But Liaodong has long been prepared.

After all, in the first 8 seconds of the first half, one's side successfully attacked Germany, and the opponent could not use the same trick to "anti-sneak attack"!

Under the command of Modric.

Zheng Zhi and Zhao Jiayi "closed the door" and attacked Hassler.

The rest quickly recovered.

The overall formation of Liaodong is like a big net suddenly tightened, covering the German players who rushed into the "net".

The two sides confronted fiercely in the Liaodong half.

The whole German team breathed a sigh of relief, fighting to the death without retreating.

Liaodong players also "fight for every inch of land", desperately preventing the German team from approaching the 40-meter dangerous area of ​​​​the Liaodong penalty area.

In the fierce fight, the two teams gradually increased their movements.

The turf on the field was flying, and people were turned on their backs.

The referee Jorge became the busiest person on the field.

There was a constant whistle.

Zheng Zhi and Pepe of the Liaodong team received yellow cards, followed by Jerry Mays of the German team.

Matthaus was also given a serious warning.

The possession of the ball changed hands several times, and both sides tried their best in offense and defense.

The Liaodong team, in particular, spared no expense in their defense.

The defensive players with Zheng Zhi as the core sprinted all over the field and kept creating in the area to prevent many opportunities.

Plus the defensive skills learned from Gentile "Grandpa James."

Only then did it withstand the stronger German onslaught.

But even so.

The German attack formation is also constantly advancing.

Hasler dribbled the ball towards Zhao Jiayi.

Zheng Zhi quickly helped defend.

After all, Hassler is experienced.

He has played against Zheng Zhi several times, and he has figured out Zheng Zhi's defensive habits.

Abundant physical strength, strong explosive power, fast interception, and inexplicable tricks!

Not just this Zheng!

The entire Liaodong team is "alive"!

They don't look like players from an Asian dragon country team, but rather like the "old hooligans" in those stadiums in South America!

Hassler's waist and eyes hurt, and a bunch of hair on his thighs fell out. He grinned and dribbled the ball.

Seeing Zheng Zhi raised his legs and rushed forward again.

Hasler smashed the ball to the left, then quickly turned to the right to break through.

This change of direction fooled Zheng Zhi.

But the ball is not much.

Hassler got stuck on Zheng Zhi's outstretched right leg, fell into the water and gnawed at the mud.

Beep...

Jorge whistled.

Zheng Zhi fouled!

Modric rushed up to explain.

This position is on the right side of the court, nearly 45 meters away from the goal, and has entered the attack range of Germany's high ball.

He has not forgotten the three "header relays" that Germany scored the first goal.

sidelines.

Qin Feng also stood up abruptly.

After quickly scanning the situation on the field, he opened the system panel...

……