Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

In the morning, Messi's house was unusually quiet.

Messi's mother Celia took several children to school, and Jorge went out to buy some daily necessities.

Messi is the only one at home.

Qin Feng tiptoed into Macy's bedroom.

Little Messi was writing furiously on the desk, not knowing what to write.

Take a closer look at the probe.

〖Antonella, hello...〗

〖…〗

It looks like Messi is writing to a girl.

The contents are all ordinary expressions of farewell.

After holding his breath for a few seconds, Qin Feng smiled.

"Lionel, Antonella is your girlfriend?"

Messi was startled, and quickly covered the letter paper, "No, it's just a friend..."

"Oh?"

Qin Feng smiled, "My friend, why are you blushing?"

Taking advantage of the opportunity to sit beside Messi, Qin Feng pointed to the letter paper on the table, "Chasing girls, you can't write letters like this, it's too plain!"

Looking at Messi's puzzled expression, Qin Feng explained: "This Antonella must be very beautiful, right?"

Messi blushed and nodded, "I've known her since I was a child, she is a real angel."

"Then she must have a suitor?" Qin Feng asked.

"Well, there's a big-eyed monster named Angel, a crybaby, who hangs around Antonella all the time."

"That's right, if you write a letter like this, after two years, she will belong to someone else!"

Messi's face turned pale for a moment.

"so what should I do?"

"You write like this!"

Qin Feng stood up on crutches, and said softly: "Dear Antonella!"

"I've been very busy recently, you must be wondering what I'm busy with, I'm busy thinking about you..."

"Even though thousands of miles away, my heart will always be with you..."

"..."

Little Messi's face turned even redder, but his subordinates didn't stop at all.

Soon, Messi's first earthy love letter in his life was released.

Seeing Messi running out the door, Qin Feng smiled softly.

Childhood sweethearts are always beautiful.

That night...

Qin Feng and his team boarded the Air France flight to Zagreb, Croatia.

On the plane, Qin Feng opened the system panel.

Messi's various attributes are in front of his eyes.

【Shots: 50】

【With the ball: 90】

[pass: 62]

【Defense: 40】

[running position: 56]

【Speed: 54】

[Field of View: 70]

【Physical Strength: 42】

【Physical confrontation: 43】

[Power underfoot: 48]

[dominant foot: left]

……

[Spiritual attributes: integrity. 】

After all, he is only an 11-year-old child with hidden physical illnesses. Messi's various attributes are not surprising.

But only dribbling made Qin Feng's jaw drop in shock!

90, but according to nearly full value!

At the age of 11, Messi already possesses an extremely powerful dribbling ability.

What is a genius?

That's it!

And Messi's spiritual attribute is integrity, Qin Feng is not surprised at all.

Many adults can't keep their promises, but for Messi, it seems as simple as eating and drinking.

Satisfied, he closed the system panel, and Qin Feng leisurely closed his eyes.

Another tough long flight.

One transfer from Amsterdam, the Netherlands. In the evening, Qin Feng and others came to the apartment they had rented in Zagreb.

The house is very large, with six rooms inside and outside.

In the living room, Modric was quietly reading a book.

On the sofa next to him, Grosso held Modric's mother and kept talking.

In the corner of the living room, Ibrahimovic is holding a barbell, exercising his arm strength boringly.

When several people saw Qin Feng enter the door, they all stood up.

Qin Feng looked around for a week.

Modric, Ibrahimovic, Pepe, and Grosso cover the three lines of forward, midfielder and back, which are enough to provoke the central axis of the Liaodong team.

Plus Messi...

The future of the Liaodong team is limitless!

But all this is completely different in the eyes of Shang Yin.

The 13-year-old Modric is not good at speaking, and his brows are always full of melancholy.

Ibrahimovic, a black belt in taekwondo, is 17 years old, with his chin raised, he refuses to accept anyone.

Pepe, who thinks he is a hero, is 15 years old, but looks like 30.

There is also Grosso, a 21-year-old talker, it would be a pity if this kid didn't talk about cross talk.

And then...

Only 11 years old, skinny little Messi...

Fortunately, this kid is a genius.

Shang Yin shook his head and sighed.

This lineup of foreign aid, not to mention shaking the world and crying ghosts and gods, is almost the same!

Those who knew that the Liaodong team was looking for players, but those who didn't know that they thought the Liaodong team was a shelter for problematic teenagers.

Now the team is troubled internally and externally, and life is not easy.

I hope Qin Dong knows what he is doing.

At this moment, Qin Feng was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, he looked like he had found a treasure and took advantage of it.

Can you be unhappy! ?

I came out and traveled around the world, and found 4 future world-class stars, plus a future champion.

Among these people, only Ibrahimovic paid a transfer fee.

But compared to the value of Ibrahimovic itself, this amount of money is completely negligible.

In addition, it almost bought a football club that is in the second division at the price of cabbage.

Qin Feng made a lot of money this time!

Hurry back to China to catch up with the supplementary physical fitness test of the football management department on April 4, so that Modric and the others can play.

For a moment, Qin Feng's heart was like an arrow.

At home, there is also my mother who has just had surgery, and I don't know what's going on these days.

And then there is...

The grievances that the Liaodong team has suffered these days, go back and count them slowly, one by one!

Rest for the night.

In the afternoon, Qin Feng and his party boarded the flight to Shengjing, Dragon Kingdom.

36 hours later, the plane landed at Taoxian Airport.

After getting off the plane, Qin Feng walked in the front on crutches.

There were only 3 people when he went out, but when he came back, he was a group of cheerleaders. He was full of energy.

International arrivals exit.

A large group of reporters was surrounding there, with long guns and short cannons in their hands, all of them were ready for battle.

"Isn't Qin Feng, the chairman of the Liaodong team, on this flight?"

"That's right, my acquaintances at the airline and I have confirmed that it is this Lufthansa flight."

"That's good, let's be smarter for a while, after all, we have received the red envelope, and we will fight to the death."

"Well, look, Qin Feng has come out!"

"..."

As soon as Qin Feng walked out of the gate, crackling flashes exploded.

He staggered back a bit, and almost didn't get knocked over.

Before he could stabilize his figure, a large group of journalists swarmed over.

"Chairman Qin, what do you think of the Liaodong team's fight?"

"The Liaodong team is called the stadium garbage, should you be responsible for it?"

"Chairman Qin, will you apologize to fans all over the country?"

"There are rumors that the Liaodong team bribed referees because of their recent poor record. What's your explanation for this?"

"Will the Liaodong team withdraw from League One and B?"

"..."

Qin Feng was dizzy from the flashing lights and just wanted to speak.

Behind the press group, a group of big men in jerseys and dressed as fans rushed up holding banners.

"Liaodong team get out of Longguo football!"

"Stadium rubbish, don't tarnish football anymore!"

"Restore the innocence of the green field!"

"Qin Feng, you still have the face to go back to China!"

"..."

A long white banner with a line of bloody characters.

〖Liaodong football, stadium garbage, get out of Longguo! 〗

In the international arrival hall, the crowd was furious.

Pressing questions from reporters and insults from fans were combined, and the number could not be heard at all.

There are even people who don't know the truth, pointing at Qin Feng and others.

A group of foreigners who came back with Qin Feng were shocked.

Judging from the situation, this doesn't look like a welcome team!

Qin Feng's face turned blood red instantly.

He stopped Shang Yin who was about to come forward to reason, and grabbed Zhou Xiaochun who was clenching his fists.

He stepped forward and slowly scanned the crowd.

As far as his eyes can see, Qin Feng's clenched teeth loosen, and the corners of his mouth slowly rise...

"I'm Qin Feng, I'm back!"

"Who told me to apologize, who told me to get out of Longguo, stand up!"

……