Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Yu Zhifei was dumbfounded.

He did say this, in the tunnel at the start of the game.

but……

Qin Feng didn't care about that. While Yu Zhifei was in a daze, he dragged him to the Liaodong coaching bench.

Let Yu Zhifei stand upright.

Qin Feng stroked the lapel of Yu Zhifei's clothes again before sitting on the coaching bench.

"Start, Mr. Yu!"

On the Liaodong coaching bench, everyone around Cruyff looked at him in astonishment. No one knew what Yu Zhifei was going to do.

"Qin Feng, don't go too far!"

There were too many people, and Yu Zhifei couldn't open his mouth.

"Haha, Director Yu, you asked me to call me daddy. I reluctantly agreed to your request. I am helping you. Besides..."

Qin Feng sat up straight slightly, raised his eyebrows and looked at the big screen of the stadium, "Besides, there is not much time for the game!"

Hear the conversation between the two.

Only then did Cruyff and others realize what had happened.

They all looked at Yu Zhifei with amusement on their faces.

Yu Zhifei turned his head hastily.

The game time has reached 85 minutes.

It's really too late!

He couldn't control much, so when he turned around, Yu Zhifei lowered his head and shouted: "Director Qin, Dad, I was wrong, you have a lot!"

He has already thought about it.

Dad shouted first.

Wait for Liaodong to release the water and the game is over, then find Qin Feng to settle the ledger!

"Ha ha……"

Hearing Yu Zhifei call Qin Feng dad, the Liaodong coaching bench burst into laughter. Everyone pointed at Yu Zhifei, laughing so hard that he was out of breath.

"Qin Feng, that's it!"

Yu Zhifei stared at Qin Feng and gritted his teeth.

"of course can!"

Qin Feng tossed his coat, stood up, crutched to the sidelines, clasped his hands into trumpets and shouted, "Team Liaodong, time is running out!"

"Continue to strengthen the attack!"

"Qin Feng, you..."

Yu Zhifei sat down on the ground with a bang, pointing at Qin Feng, trembling all over.

It was already dark at this time, and the lights of the Jinzhou Stadium were all turned on. The white light reflected Yu Zhifei's face as if he were dead.

Inside the Longvision studio.

"Haha, Qin Feng is still the same Qin Feng!"

Sun Shengping held his hands and laughed, "Yu Zhifei made the wrong calculation!"

"Director Qin, I have you, I really have you!" Zhang Lu also slapped the table and shouted, "Let me tell you, Director Qin will never be coerced into match-fixing!"

next to the two.

Suddenly there was a cry.

Han Qiao's eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.

He put his hands on the table and choked up and shouted: "Liaodong Qin Feng, the conscience of Longguo football, he is fearless. With him, Liaodong will never wither!"

In a small restaurant in Bincheng.

A table full of tall men held wine glasses and stared at the TV on the wall.

When Qin Feng shouted "Liaodong strengthens its attack"...

"Damn, I just said that Director Qin is not that kind of person!"

"Liaodong Qin Feng deserves to be from Bincheng!"

"That Yu Zhifei was fooled around by Director Qin, Xue Biao!"

"Haha, deserve it!"

"..."

The whole table was full of people laughing, clinking glasses, and drinking in one gulp.

at the same time.

A barbecue restaurant in Shengjing.

Everyone looked at the TV, dumbfounded.

What does Liu Yong do?

There are not many people in Shengjing who don't know this.

When they heard that Qin Feng was not threatened by Liu Yong and was determined not to match-fix, the whole room was filled with admiration.

"That's Liu Yong, the ruthless guy who dares to shoot in the street!"

"Director Qin is a bloody man!"

"If I don't accept anyone today, I will accept Director Qin!"

"Director Qin, the conscience of Longguo football, can never be wrong!"

"It's funny, I just suspected that Director Qin was here..."

A middle-aged man slapped himself twice, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Similar scenes appeared across the Dragon Kingdom.

The audience in front of the TV all understood it.

Qin Feng was not afraid of any threats and did not take Yu Zhifei seriously.

He only has fairness and justice in his heart!

The wind direction immediately reversed.

Qin Feng's status in the hearts of Dragon Kingdom fans has reached an unprecedented height.

Everyone is staring at the TV screen and cheering for Liaodong.

Inside Golden State Stadium.

The game time has passed 90 minutes, and the score is still tied at 3:3...

The fourth official on the sidelines made a sign and called for 5 minutes of added time in the second half.

The Liaodong team heard Qin Feng's call to strengthen the attack.

Launch a crazy attack into the hinterland of Shenhua.

But at the last moment of the game, Shenhua defended tightly and seemed determined to drag the game into overtime.

Shenhua coach Lazzaroni even started to use substitutions to waste time.

The game was in a stalemate.

Liaodong attacked Shenhua from the outside of the penalty area, but was unable to find a good opportunity to score.

Time passed by minute by minute.

in the stands.

Li Wenkang was extremely anxious. He was cheering for Liaodong loudly when his cell phone suddenly buzzed and vibrated in his pocket.

Doubts took over and his eyes slowly widened.

At this time, the phone of the bald "Lombardo" also rang...

It's not just them.

Many Liaodong fans received calls from outside the stadium. Chairman Qin Feng, in order to maintain the fairness and justice of the game, completely ignored his own safety...

hang up the phone.

Li Wenkang gritted his teeth and stared, jumped up on his seat, and shouted at the dense crowd in the south stand.

"You've heard it all!"

"Director Qin is not afraid of Liu Yong's revenge and will not engage in match-fixing!"

"For Director Qin, Liaodong must win today!"

"Cheer up and shout to me!"

"Liaodong Liaodong..."

Call room.

Li Wenkang was shirtless, waving the flag of the Liaodong Tiger Head Team, shouting at the top of his lungs, and soon he was covered in sweat.

Due to the low temperature, white gas came out of his body.

Li Wenkang was beside him.

The bald Lombard waved the drumstick in his hand and made a shadow.

Surrounding them were countless Liaodong fans, all of them beating drums and shouting along with them.

In an instant, the rumble of drums shook the sky.

The roar of "Liaodong, come on, Liaodong will win" broke through the clouds above the Jinzhou Stadium, revealing a bright moon in the sky.

In the cheers of the whole audience.

Liaodong players gritted their teeth and accelerated the offensive rhythm again.

Shenhua is protected from the wind and rain.

The game progressed to the 94th minute.

Zheng Zhi pulled into the space, received Modric's pass, and took a long shot.

The football hit the Shenhua defender and bounced to the left.

Ibrahimovic followed up with a follow-up shot.

Shenhua goalkeeper Ou Chuliang reacted quickly and blocked Ibrahimovic's shot with both palms.

The football popped out of Shenhua's penalty area.

Just when everyone thought that Liaodong's attack would return without any attack.

Zhang Anhua rushed over from the midline.

With the help of his running power, he suddenly lifted his right leg as thick as a bucket.

There was a dull thud.

The football turned into a white light and hit Shenhua's goal.

Wait for Ou Mengliang to react.

The football is already swirling in the net.

4: 3!

The game is almost at its last minute.

Liaodong, which was trailing by 3 goals in the first half, scored 4 goals in a row in the second half to reverse Shenhua!

The voices of the fans in the stands suddenly stopped, and then exploded.

Everyone jumped on their seats and yelled with all their strength at the Liaodong players on the court. No one could remain calm, and no one knew what they were shouting.

It’s just that the heat in your chest will explode if you don’t shout it out!

After scoring the goal, Zhang Anhua smiled with hideous features.

He opened his arms and ran towards his teammates with his legs raised exaggeratedly.

Other Liaodong players also rushed forward and hugged Zhang Anhua.

Celebrate for a while.

Led by goal hero Zhang Anhua.

The whole Liaodong team ran to the south stand and applauded the fans above.

At the critical moment of the game, it was the fans in this stand who led the audience to cheer for the Liaodong team. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the 12th player on the field for Liaodong.

The fans in the South Stand went completely crazy.

The bamboo flagpole in Li Wenkang's hand was broken. He ripped off the Liaodong team flag, spread his hands as hard as he could, and raised it high above his head.

Fans all around followed suit.

Liaodong team flag, scarf, jersey...

Everyone held up everything that could represent the Liaodong team and stood on their seats with firm eyes.

"Liaodong Liaodong, you have no limits!"

"Liaodong Liaodong, you move forward forever!"

"..."

The singing was chaotic at first, but gradually became unified.

Li Wenkang yelled at the top of his lungs, tears streaming down his face.

around him.

Countless Liaodong fans had tears in their eyes, both men and women, and even elderly people and children as young as four or five years old.

Everyone sang until the veins on their necks were exposed without stopping.

under the stands.

Zhang Anhua, Ibrahimovic, Modric, Xu Shengqin...

The entire Liaodong team raised their hands, raised their arms and clenched their fists in response!

sidelines.

Qin Feng, Cruyff, coach Shang Yin...including all Liaodong's substitute players also lined up neatly, raising their fists high.

at their feet.

It’s Yu Zhifei with a face ashen as death...

……