Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Evening, 5:30.

The Liaodong team's bus was driving in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Behind the car is the light that gradually fades into the surface.

In front of the car, it was dark.

Qin Feng sat on the co-pilot of the bus, staring at the jagged trees passing by outside the window, frowning.

In today's game, the Liaodong team drew with the A-b leader Jinmen TEDA relying on the substitute youth army.

But he wasn't happy at all.

Not even in the mood to open the system and check the rewards.

The car was equally lifeless.

Most of the young people stared blankly out of the window, letting the darkness slowly swallow them up.

The only light came from the cigarette butt beside Huang Tongli's mouth.

After waving his hands to disperse the drifting smoke, Qin Feng coughed, feeling even more annoyed.

He resisted the idea of ​​"talking" with Huang Tongli in front of the players and looked out the window.

The game deserves to be won.

The young people of the Liaodong team are just like most of the young players of Longguo during this period.

Spiritual, hard-working, persistent and passionate about football!

But then...

Qin Feng sighed heavily.

Huang Tongli's coaching philosophy, or the entire Longguo's coaching philosophy, won't work!

They do not allow players to perform, and they do not allow anyone in the team to challenge the authority of the coach.

Even if the authority is wrong!

What can be done?

Qin Feng is a nostalgic and emotional person.

Huang Tongli, who was born as a defender, has made contributions to the Liaodong team for all to see.

This season, the Liaodong team only lost one game in the first 6 rounds, which is his credit.

After cleaning the old man like this, Qin Feng was a little bit hesitant to do it.

And finding a new coach is not something that can be done in a short while.

Qin Feng was so angry that he wanted to be a coach himself.

Don't be afraid if you don't have a certificate, the big deal is to find a false witness!

But after calming down a little, Qin Feng denied this idea.

When coaching...

How simple is it!

Do you really think that relying on the system and knowing the future tactics, you can lead the team to kill the Quartet?

So childish!

Qin Feng is confident, but he is never arrogant.

It's better to go back and find Shang Yin, and talk to Huang Tongli together...

Hope he changes!

Putting away his thoughts, Qin Feng looked out of the car.

The night was black.

I don't know when it will start to rain.

Opening the window, the damp and clear air hit Qin Feng's face, which hurt a little.

……

the next morning.

Liaodong team training base.

Looking around, the training ground was all yellow.

But maybe it was a drizzle last night, and there were some new shoots interspersed in the yellowed turf.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps.

Leaning on crutches, Qin Feng dragged Shang Yin, who was wearing a peaked cap, towards the furthest piece of grass.

Yesterday, I chatted with the handsome Shang Yin for half the night.

Shang Yin has the same idea as Qin Feng.

A good coach can't be found for a while.

Give Huang Tongli another chance!

On the grass in the distance.

Huang Tongli is training with all the players of the Liaodong team.

The four foreign players brought back by Qin Feng, including Modric and Ibrahimovic, are also among them.

This is their first practice with the whole team.

Little Messi has not yet entered the youth training system of the Liaodong team in the past two days.

Sharpening a knife is not a woodcutter, and he is busy with his family choosing a place to live and interviewing a private teacher.

Of course, all this is with the assistance of the Liaodong team staff.

Qin Feng leaned on a cane, raised his eyebrows and looked forward as he walked.

Shooting practice is going on on the field.

The goal is guarded by two goalkeepers.

On both sides of the goal, there are assistant coaches passing the ball diagonally to the ground at a 45-degree angle.

The players of the Liaodong team lined up and shot while running.

Looks like training is going well.

Most of the players have good feet and accuracy in their shots.

Football kept pouring into the goal.

But the two goalkeepers in front of the goal are not vegetarians either.

Quite a few shots were denied by their joint efforts.

Standing on the sidelines, Qin Feng and Shang Yin did not rush to speak, but stopped to watch.

It was Modric's turn to shoot.

Long blond hair, melancholy eyes.

Modric on the training ground is extremely focused.

Facing the rolling football, he ran up, swung his legs, and ejected from the outside of his right foot.

With a bang, the football drew an S-shaped arc and blasted into the goal.

really not bad!

Qin Feng secretly clenched his fist.

The next one is Grosso. This kind of shooting practice is also a child's play for him who has played as a striker.

With a ground cut, the football flew into the bottom corner of the goal.

Then there's Pepe...

Pepe's shot is full of power, but the angle is too straight.

The football was saved and bounced high, hitting the bird's nest on the top of the tree.

The audience burst into good-natured laughter.

Finally, Ibrahimovic.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes.

This kid is good at archery and has a strong imagination, maybe there will be surprises.

Sure enough, Da Fengxian did not disappoint Qin Feng.

Facing the football rolling towards the slash at high speed, Ibrahimovic gave way with his left foot, stepped back with his right foot, and suddenly picked up the ball with his heel.

The two goalkeepers in front of the goal were both knocked down by his first left foot.

The football passed over their heads and fell lightly into the net.

beautiful!

Shot timing, power, angle, all are the best!

Qin Feng applauded involuntarily.

If this goal happened on the field, it would be able to compete for the Puskas Award!

Other players also exclaimed.

Ibrahimovic opened his arms stinkingly, smiling and enjoying his exclusive moment of pretense.

at this time……

"Ibrahimovic, who made you shoot like this!"

Huang Tongli growled and called to stop the training, "I just said, no tricks are allowed."

Following Zheng Wen's translation, Ibrahimovic's face turned cold.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Huang Tongli, his lips moved.

In the end, he glared at Qin Feng on the sidelines, didn't speak, and ran to the end of the team resentfully.

Training continues.

The fun just now is gone.

All the players were silent, and their shooting movements began to deform.

Watching the football flying all over the sky.

Qin Feng's face turned blood red.

Huang Tongli, there is no value in keeping her!

If this goes on like this, the good seedlings of the Liaodong team will all rot in the ground.

The future superstar I brought back will also rot in the ground.

The Liaodong team is completely finished!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Qin Feng clenched his teeth.

Change the coach!

The coach must be changed.

Originally, I wanted to talk to Huang Tongli, hoping that the old man would change.

But is it possible?

Even if he can change, no one can wait any longer!

"Pause!"

Qin Feng gritted his teeth and stopped the training, and ignored the dissuasion of the old coach Shang Yin, and called Huang Tongli in front of the team members.

15 minutes later……

Huang Tongli left the Liaodong training base.

The old man had his own pride, and when he was questioned by Qin Feng face to face, he directly let go.

Qin Feng has no regrets.

From last night to this morning, seeing the scene just now, his mentality changed.

When it is interrupted, it will suffer from chaos.

The earth will still turn without anyone!

The old coach Shang Yin was pushed to the coaching position by Qin Feng, and temporarily took charge of the Liaodong team.

The old man was taken aback and repeatedly declined.

It was not until Qin Feng said that it was too much for the time being that he reluctantly agreed.

And appease Ibrahimovic, the Shun donkey.

Qin Feng returned to the office.

The current situation of the Liaodong team.

You must find someone who is familiar with youth training!

I love giving young people a chance!

experienced!

Foreign coaches!

As soon as the idea came to mind, Qin Feng frowned.

This kind of person is fat in the eyes of all teams. Where can I find him?

You can't poach Wenger, can you?

Or, pull Leizi, let Rexach come over?

and many more!

Ray!

Lightning flashed in Qin Feng's mind.

In La Masia, on the white walls of the cafeteria!

The figure in the huge photo crashed into Qin Feng's eyes.

Flying Dutchman!

Johan Cruyff!

He personally built the "Dream Team" of Barcelona, ​​the founder of the La Masia youth training camp, and the leader of the entire Spanish football.

He was purged the year before last because of a disagreement with the chairman of Barcelona, ​​and now he is at home at home!

Qin Feng stood up at once.

Isn't this the perfect candidate!

After walking around the house twice on crutches, he picked up the phone and dialed a series of numbers.

"Hey, Lei Zi, let's scan someone with you!"

……

Don't worry, I won't find a coach for another seven or eight chapters