Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Standing at the window to have a look, Cheng Penghui led the people towards the cafeteria.

Qin Feng sneered and lay down on the sofa.

He hasn't slept well for the past few days, he is really sleepy, and he snores after a while.

Secretary Chen Guifen poked her head in, glanced at Qin Feng on the sofa, and smiled as her aunt.

She tiptoed in the door, gently locked the glass window, and then slowly exited.

The sunlight coming in from the window slowly slanted until it disappeared.

The street lights in the Liaodong base turned on.

After a while.

The street lights were turned off, and the clear moonlight shone on the floor of Qin Feng's office.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the time, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

After exercising his muscles and bones, Qin Feng got up and went downstairs. It was too late, and he was going back to the Liaodong dormitory to rest.

Just arrived on the third floor, the door of an office at the end of the corridor was ajar, with bright white lights, and the faint sound of the TV.

Cruyff's office?

this late……

Qin Feng walked over curiously.

Looking in from the crack of the door, Cruyff is writing hard at his desk, and a pocket TV on the table is playing a football match.

"John, you haven't rested yet."

Qin Feng knocked on the door and entered the house.

Hearing the sound, Cruyff turned his head.

"Qin, sit down, we'll talk later."

Cruyff's office is not big, with a table, a chair and a sofa bed.

Qin Feng sat down on the sofa bed as he said, and looked at Cruyff curiously.

The desk was messy, the files were piled high, and the paper was scattered all over the table, and Cruyff buried himself in it and didn't know what he was writing.

Looking at his feet, there are also many discarded paper balls.

Qin Feng turned his attention to the pocket TV.

The above is the game video of Shencheng Shenhua team.

Qin Feng recognized Shenhua's No. 4 left back Wu Chengying at a glance.

Cruyff is studying the opponents of the Liaodong FA Cup final...

Qin Feng picked up a ball of paper at his feet and stretched it out to have a look.

A tactical drawing with red and blue lines all over it.

Qin Feng can probably see that this is a tactical arrangement to strengthen the defensive interception of the midfield.

"That's scrap."

Cruyff turned his head, rubbed the bridge of his nose and said, "There is no reference value."

"I know if you don't tell me." Qin Feng lit up the wrinkled paper in his hand, and said with a smile: "John, it's too late, go to bed early."

"We can defeat Guoan and Tianda, and the Shenhua team is not an opponent."

Cruyff laughed at that.

"Old John never fought unprepared!"

"The Shenhua team is different from Guoan and Tianda. Their midfield is stronger and their offense and defense are integrated."

"Our players don't have a thorough understanding of the new pass and control tactics."

"The FA Cup final is a tough battle."

In the TV video, Shenhua midfielder Shen Si took a free kick through the opponent's goal.

In the next shot, Shenhua's midfielder played exquisitely, and Qi Hong inserted a lone shot from the midfielder position, and the opponent's goalkeeper looked at the ball and sighed.

really good...

But it's only good!

Looking away from the TV, Qin Feng curled his lips, "John, as long as we show our strength, it's no problem to win Shenhua."

"That's right, the premise is that we have to use our strength!"

Cruyff took out a lollipop and put it in his mouth, "This is what I do now!"

"What I mean is..." Qin Feng stood up and patted Cruyff on the arm, "the work is endless, and it's too late now."

"Don't forget, you just came out of the hospital!"

Seeing Cruyff working late into the night again, Qin Feng was really worried.

When he was discharged from the hospital, the doctor told him that Cruyff should not be overworked.

"Let's go, go back to sleep with me!" Qin Feng added.

"Who wants to sleep with you!" Cruyff laughed at Qin Feng's concern, "I don't have such a habit!"

Qin Feng still wanted to speak, but was kicked out by Cruyff.

"If you want Liaodong to win the double crown, just disappear from my sight!"

With a bang, Cruyff closed the door, and then locked it with a clatter.

Qin Feng sighed helplessly at the door, turned and went downstairs.

When he got downstairs, he looked towards the third floor.

Cruyff sat behind his desk by the window, showing no sign of stopping.

Early the next morning.

Qin Feng arrived at the side of the training field.

The players returned to the team, and Cruyff was jogging with the crowd, looking in good spirits.

Seeing Qin Feng, he waved vigorously.

Qin Feng smiled and waved in response.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard loud footsteps behind him.

"Mr. Qin, good morning!"

It was Cheng Penghui who led the crowd around the island and trotted over.

They didn't see Qin Feng yesterday, so they came to the training ground early in the morning.

Qin Feng didn't even turn his head.

Cheng Penghui hit a snag, gritted his teeth, and said loudly: "Dr. Qin, we were wrong yesterday. It's because we didn't know the real dragon. Your lord has a lot, don't be as knowledgeable as us!"

"Yes, Mr. Qin, we were wrong!"

"How forgiving you are!"

"We don't know Taishan with our eyes!"

"We must learn from the Liaodong team!"

"..."

The rest of the round-the-island team also apologized loudly.

Yesterday afternoon, they visited various advanced facilities of the Liaodong team, and saw what science and standardization mean. During the whole visit, a group of people kept their mouths shut.

It turns out that the real football club is like this!

Compared with Liaodong, Huandao is simply a grassroots team.

Everyone sees it clearly.

The Liaodong team asked everyone to come here, which is simply "technical poverty alleviation"!

It's ridiculous that everyone still looks down on the Liaodong team. In fact, their management and operation training mode has left more than eight streets around the island!

It's time to apologize!

Don't Qin Dong get angry, he really loses his temper and chases people away.

That would be a big loss!

The voice of apology spread to the training ground.

Many Liaodong players looked over curiously.

More than a dozen people in suits and leather shoes rushed to say sorry to Chairman Qin, what's going on?

Qin Dong is fooling people again?

Seeing Cheng Penghui and others apologizing in public, Qin Feng's face softened a little, and this group of people can still be saved.

"Cheng Zong, don't you think we're bragging?"

"No, no, we are stupid..." Cheng Penghui shook his head like a rattle.

"Don't you think there are no good players in Liaodong?" Qin Feng turned his head and smiled lightly.

"No, no, we have gained knowledge..." Cheng Penghui shook his head and smiled wryly. Those youth training players yesterday were all fighters among the elite. Are you blind if you say that there are no good players in Liaodong?

"Anyway, please forgive Qin Dong! Cheng Penghui said sincerely, and the rest of the people also bowed their heads.

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth curled up.

He looked towards the training ground and said leisurely: "Peng Hui...do you mind if I call you that?"

"I don't mind..." Cheng Penghui shook his head and nodded again. The Qin Feng in front of him was too young, and he wanted to refuse unconsciously, but he still agreed in a strange way.

"Peng Hui..." Qin Feng smiled and looked at Cruyff, who was busy in the training ground, "Coach Cruyff, he worked until early morning or all night yesterday."

"What do you think he is for?"

Cheng Penghui was speechless for a moment.

After a while he replied: "It's money, Mr. Qin, you paid him for football."

After finishing speaking, Peng Hui looked at Qin Feng cautiously, for fear that Qin Feng would blame him.

If there is not enough interest, it is impossible for Cruyff to come to Longguo to coach the Liaodong team.

I was just telling the truth.

only……

No one likes to hear the truth!

Sure enough, upon hearing this answer, Qin Feng frowned...

……