Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Is it impossible?

Qin Feng smiled, "Mr. Cheng, I can shout a few slogans like 'Liaodong will always strive for the first place', or some heart-warming chicken soup."

"But those are metaphysics, not science."

"The answer to your question, I'll keep it a secret for now."

"When you are about to leave, you can ask me this question again, and I will answer you then."

Cheng Penghui blinked twice, and frowned in doubt. Does Qin Feng not want to answer, or dare not answer, or there is no answer to this question at all?

The Liaodong team is good now, but it is not so easy to stand at the top of the Longguo football for a long time.

What's more, Liaodong is now only the champion of the secondary league.

When it comes to A-A next season, let alone maintain their competitiveness, they will even have to put a question mark on whether they can successfully avoid relegation.

It is true that the Liaodong team eliminated Yanjing Guoan and Bincheng Tianda in the FA Cup, but the cup is not a league after all.

In Cheng Penghui's view, the Football Association Cup is not a real test.

Now the Liaodong team is going smoothly, and everything seems to be booming.

But when their performance declines and fans are lost, all kinds of problems will be exposed immediately, and the Liaodong team will immediately be beaten back to its original form.

flash in the pan...

Cheng Penghui sighed softly in his heart, he was not looking forward to this visit to Liaodong for study and study.

He is like this, and the few middle-level leaders who were disdainful before are even more unbearable, but Qin Feng's football in Longguo is not for nothing.

They didn't dare to say much on the surface, but they could tell from their eyes.

These people have decided that the Liaodong team is just bragging.

Qin Feng glanced at a few people, then looked at Cheng Penghui, "It's useless to talk too much, let Mr. Qian and Director Shang take you around."

The state of the team around the island made Qin Feng feel depressed.

He turned and left without looking at the rest of the people around the island.

"Dong Qin..." Cheng Penghui hesitated to speak, he regretted his attitude just now, for fear of offending Qin Feng.

Of course, he was afraid that Huang Fusheng would find out that he was to blame...

Hearing the voice behind him, Qin Feng stopped in his footsteps, and half a second later, his figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Did President Cheng not turn his head when he called him?"

"It's pretty awesome."

"Isn't it just that I won the A-B championship? I'm not very young, so what are you pretending to do!"

"Shh, be quiet..."

A group of middle-level leaders gathered together and whispered. Seeing Qian Zhisong approaching, they quickly stopped talking and smiled.

"Boss Qian, I've caused you trouble..."

Qian Zhisong didn't smile, and he was also extremely tired of the faces of these people. If Qin Feng hadn't told them to show them around the Liaodong base, he would have flung his sleeves and left.

The same is true of the handsome Shang Yin.

He is into sports and has a straighter temper. Now he stood aside with a dark face. After thinking about it, he quickly walked out of the meeting room and caught up with Qin Feng who was about to go upstairs.

"Qin Dong, let these people get out of here."

Shang Yin said angrily: "Why do we teach them how to make money, and why do they pretend to be here one by one!"

"Go to my office and say..." Qin Feng glanced at the direction of the conference room, then turned to go.

The two arrived at Qin Feng's office one after the other.

"Director Shang, calm down." The grumbling old man sat down on the sofa, and Qin Feng took a glass of water and handed it over, "You can't make money, at least the Liaodong team."

"If Longguo football wants to develop, everyone needs to work together."

"Then let them pick their noses and eyes?" Shang Yin still couldn't figure it out, "They are all like uncles, and the Liaodong team can't let them question it."

That's right...

Qin Feng was also annoyed, but he couldn't bear to make a big mess.

The people in the Huandao team really have great eyes but low abilities, but their president Huang Fusheng is really worried about Longguo football, and his background is strong enough.

Qin Feng didn't want the allies he managed to get here to fail because of those bobcats and beasts downstairs.

After roughly explaining to Shang Yin, Qin Feng said a lot of good things, which persuaded Shang Yin to temporarily suppress his anger.

"Go down and join Lao Qian, Director Shang."

Qin Feng said: "Go and show those people around the island a good look at the real strength of Liaodong."

To be honest, the Liaodong team needs allies, but they must be on the basis of equality and mutual assistance.

If you don't give the team around the island a "powerful" look, they really easily underestimate Liaodong.

"Including Little Messi's strength!" Thinking of this, Qin Feng emphasized again.

Shang Yin already understood Qin Feng's thoughts, and hearing Qin Feng say this again, the old man stared.

"Look, Mr. Qin, I'm sure to make these bumpkins more knowledgeable!"

When Shang Yin left, Qin Feng sighed softly.

If Dragon Country football is full of short-sighted people like the Huandao team, then there is still a long way for Dragon Country football to rise.

It seems that not only the coaches and referees, but also the club's operating personnel, the lack of football talents in Longguo is all-round...

Walk slowly to the window and look down.

Qian Zhisong led everyone around the island out of the building and stopped in front of the empty training ground.

Old handsome Shang Yin also followed from behind.

A bunch of people were pointing there.

"Mr. Qian, it's early in the morning, why are there no players training?"

"Is this how your Liaodong team remains competitive?"

"I'm not saying that those second-tier teams practice harder than you, so don't be surpassed by them."

"Ha ha……"

"..."

Qian Zhisong remained silent, looking at his expression on the verge of a seizure.

Cheng Penghui couldn't stand it anymore, and hurried up to restrain his subordinates.

But after all, he had just taken over as the general manager of Huandao not long ago, and his deterrence was not enough.

Several middle-level leaders didn't say much on the surface, but the disdain on their faces didn't lessen.

"Mr. Cheng, how about..." Qian Zhisong looked at Cheng Penghui with a cold face, he wanted to say that it's okay, the attitude of the people around the island, research and observation, there is really no need to continue.

"Old Qian..." At this time, Shang Yin suddenly came up and gave Qian Zhisong a hand, "Director Qin said, lead Mr. Cheng and the others to have a 'good' visit!"

Shangyin put more emphasis on the word "haohao".

Qian Zhisong raised his brows, and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

"Cheng Zong, the team rests today and returns tomorrow."

Shang Yin took the opportunity to take up the conversation, "And we in Liaodong do not engage in closed militarized management. Except for those who are far away from home and don't want to rent a house, most of the players are away for training."

training?

In other words, the same as commuting?

Isn't that a loose sheep?

It's a big joke that this kind of team can achieve results!

"Isn't this the same as playing house?"

"The management of Liaodong is too strict!"

"The players are not allowed to drink after they leave the team?"

"How they maintain their state is simply a joke!"

"..."

This time, even Cheng Penghui was full of doubts. You must know that in the Huandao team, he was stuck in the player's dormitory every night.

Just like that, it couldn't stop a group of old players in the team from drinking.

The Liaodong team is so lax in player management...

Can it work?

……