Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Spain's locker room.

All the Spanish stars looked relaxed, drinking the sports drinks provided by the sponsors leisurely.

Although 1 goal was conceded before halftime.

A bunch of boys from the Liaodong team also played well.

But it's only good.

A B-team from Dragon Country, there is really nothing to worry about.

Of course, except for the few people who were teased by Ibrahimovic just now.

The old goalkeeper Zubizarreta looked frustrated, and it was fine to make a low-level mistake in the World Cup.

Arrived in the football desert of Dragon Country.

Facing a sub-level team, he was knocked down by a half-sized kid.

The old face is completely gone!

Sergi and Aguilera next to him also looked unhappy.

Who is the young striker of the Liaodong team?

What is it called Ibrahi touching the chicken?

He is so defiant!

Sergi and Aguilera gather around Zubizarreta.

The three whispered something.

Sergi finds Barcelona teammate Enrique again...

slowly.

The Barcelona players of the Spanish team and Atletico Madrid, Bilbao and other players formed a pile.

Everyone, you speak my word.

Discussing to teach Ibrahimovic and the Liaodong team a lesson in the second half.

On the other side of the locker room.

The Real Madrid players headed by Hierro are still in their own category.

The 3 goals in the first half were basically completed by them.

A few people approached, chatted and laughed, and didn't look aside.

Clement and Rexage stood at the door.

The two looked at the dressing room divided into two halves, and smiled wryly.

"Javier."

Rexach elbowed Clement, "I didn't expect the Liaodong team to solve the problem that couldn't be solved in the World Cup."

"Now the Spanish team has merged from three camps to two camps."

"We don't know whether we should be lucky or upset."

Clement sighed softly, and the atmosphere in the team began to become harmonious, which is a good sign.

But what's the use?

Spain's World Cup competition is over.

but……

He pondered for a few seconds.

Clement suddenly walked to the center of the locker room and clapped his hands vigorously.

The crackling sound attracted everyone's attention.

"Change to 3-5-2 in the second half and continue to strengthen the offense!"

"Aguilera, come down and rest."

"Juan, go up and show some color to the Longguo team."

Juan Pizzi, in the 95-96 season, set a crazy record of scoring 41 goals in 31 games.

Now he is Barcelona's striker substitute.

Replace a neutral defensive player with a Barcelona attacking player.

Clement stopped talking and silently returned to Rexach's side.

"Carlos, don't say I won't help you. Now Barcelona has a lot of offensive players. I hope they will perform well."

Rexach frowned, "But Javier."

"Is it too risky to withdraw a defender?"

"Judging from the Liaodong team's goal in the first half, it's not like they're powerless to fight back."

"And their head coach is still John, and the chairman of the Liaodong team, Qin..."

"Let's not capsize in the gutter!"

"It is precisely because the Liaodong team has the ability to fight back!"

Clement said firmly: "Maybe we can use this opportunity to unite the disintegrated Spanish team."

"I think they should understand too."

"A football game is a game that depends on the whole."

"Even if I don't work long in the national team, but..."

After a pause, Clement stroked his gray hair upwards and smiled.

"Take it as my gift to Spanish football!"

Reggie was startled.

"Javier, you..."

"Stop talking, Carlos!"

Clemente interrupted: "Go back from Dragon Country, you remember to talk to Chairman Nunes, whether it is Barcelona or Madrid, they are all Spanish land!"

"I will also go to Real Madrid's old Sanz..."

"Always infighting, Spanish football will never go further in the World Cup!"

I glanced at the "Real Madrid Gang" headed by Hierro.

Clement squeezed out a word between his teeth.

"If the Liaodong team is strong enough today, it will be able to crush the Spanish team into an iron plate!"

……

On the other side, the Liaodong team locker room.

Whether Zhao Junze, Modric, or Ibrahimovic...

Everyone is working hard to get back into shape.

A group of people stared, and the first half ended as soon as a goal was scored. Good luck to Spain!

The center of the locker room.

Cruyff slammed the cigarette butt on the ground and roared loudly.

"The goal just now was so beautiful!"

He swung his fist like a boxer, "succinct and efficient, one blow kills!"

"That goal was scored by my coach!"

Standing up shirtless, Ibrahimovic bent his arms and stretched his muscles, "I said earlier that Zlatan is omnipotent!"

"It's your credit, beat them for me in the second half..."

Cruyff has seen through Ibrahimovic's temper.

After a few words of praise, he continued to shout:

"In the second half, continue to stick to the defensive counterattack..."

"The discord within the Spanish team is not invincible!"

"Zhang, pay attention to Morientes..."

"Pepe, keep staring at Raul..."

"Zhao, besides Hierro, you have to be careful of Enrique!"

"Zheng, you have to protect yourself..."

"Luka..."

Looking at Cruyff who seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood.

Qin Feng stood in the back dumbfounded.

Is this still the person who just persuaded himself to give up?

I am in a daze.

Cruyff finished setting up his tactics, shook off his cigarette butt and walked over.

"Qin, I want to apologize to you!"

Seeing Qin Feng's surprise, he continued: "You know, the older you get, the less vigor you have."

"Our strength is not enough."

"But don't you even dare to think about defeating Spain?"

"In the first half, I was a derelict manager."

"In the second half, I will fight with the Liaodong team until the last second!"

That's right!

This is the mighty St. Cruyff!

Qin Feng smiled and hugged Cruyff heavily.

"John, today is the real big scene!"

Cruyff also smiled, "That's right, it belongs to us, it belongs to the big scene of the Liaodong team."

"only……"

He pointed to the Liaodong red jersey exposed in the gap of Qin Feng's shirt, "Your debut will be postponed."

"You understand, although I have watched you play football and know that you have strength..."

"..."

Qin Feng was silent.

I am so eager to play the game!

I thought it was a fun ball today, so it’s okay to go up and play a few times.

It's fine now.

It directly became a bayonet fight with the Spanish national team.

In this kind of high-intensity professional competition, it is impossible for him to play.

It's useless to go up...

Qin Feng tightened the cane in his hand, and tightened the skirt of his shirt to cover the red inside.

"It doesn't matter, there will always be opportunities..."

Seeing Qin Feng's reluctance, Van Basten came over to comfort him warmly.

Gentile shouted fiercely, and asked his disciples Zhao and Peipei to teach the Spaniards for Qin Feng on the court.

On the contrary, old man Banks stared at Qin Feng thoughtfully.

……

soon.

Intermission is over.

The two sides returned to the field again.

The Liaodong team was greeted with overwhelming applause.

They pulled one back before the end of the first half.

Although the fans can't believe it.

But all are bound to hope.

The Liaodong team can equalize...

Even win the game!

There is always a dream, what if it comes true!

……