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The ball is in!

2: 0!

The game progressed to the 26th minute.

The Liaodong team leads Shencheng Shenhua 2:0.

After scoring the goal, Yao Li was stunned.

He stared at the spinning football in the goal, slowly knelt down, and lifted his jersey to cover his head and face.

Yao Li kept shrugging his shoulders.

The jersey was wet in two spots on his face, and the two spots kept expanding and quickly connected together.

He returned from Brazil with high hopes.

As a result, even a substitute position in Liaodong cannot be guaranteed.

In the limited playing time, Yao Li also failed to seize the opportunity to prove himself.

In recent games, he replaced Xu Bo as the main force, and the pressure was great.

Countless people are comparing Xu Bo with him.

In the end, it was concluded that the 21-year-old Yao Li was not as good as the 18-year-old Xu Bo.

Yao Li was not convinced.

Li Jinyu, who returned from Brazil with him, has made a name for himself in Ajax.

And he is still working hard for the main position of the Liaodong team.

Yao Li too needs a goal to prove himself!

Now the goal is finally scored, and it is still in the FA Cup final.

The pressure was suddenly released, and Yao Li was so excited that he couldn't hold back his tears.

A group of players from the Liaodong team gathered around, slapped some on the head, rubbed their hair, and gave Yao Li two kicks if they had a good relationship.

"Goal, Lao Yao, you scored!!"

"Niucha, don't cry, it's on TV!"

"Crying hair, Lao Yao is your treat tonight!"

"I'm afraid I know that I want to treat you, and I feel sorry for Qian and cry!"

"Don't kneel down, it's not Chinese New Year yet, you can't get lucky money!"

"Ha ha……"

Laughter echoed in the crowd, Yao Li suddenly jumped up from the ground, chasing and beating the group of people.

"Please eat a fart, I finally scored a goal!"

"Who is rubbing my hair, even pulling it!"

"Who kicked me just now..."

"..."

During the fight, Yao Li wiped away the tears on his face, and couldn't stop smiling.

Fans on and off the field laughed.

It's so enjoyable. The Liaodong team just frantically pressed Shenhua, and finally Yao Li achieved it overnight. How long has it been since you have seen this kind of passionate scene in the Longguo League?

Seeing a group of Liaodong players fighting like brothers, all the fans applauded vigorously.

Qin Feng stood on the sidelines and smiled softly. The Liaodong team is already a real team!

"Qin, our high-position pressing tactics have succeeded!"

Cruyff was as excited as a child who got his favorite toy.

He rushed over and hugged Qin Feng, "I said, I said the Liaodong team can do it!"

"Haha, thanks to you John!"

Qin Feng almost fell down, but he still laughed and said, "If you hadn't stayed up all night to formulate tactics, today's game would not have been so smooth!"

"My dear Qin, if you hadn't helped me improve, the Liaodong team would not have played so smoothly!" Cruyff continued to laugh.

"It's not your credit John, you are a master tactician..."

"No, no, Qin, it's all thanks to you..."

On the Liaodong coaching bench, Shang Yin, Van Basten, and Gentile looked at each other, and they all saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

The old and the young are thick-skinned.

There should be a limit to flattering each other!

On the contrary, Mr. Banks looked at Qin Feng and Cruyff indifferently and smiled kindly.

In the studio of Longvision, the three of Sun Shengping looked shocked and looked at each other speechlessly.

They haven't recovered from the Liaodong team's goal just now.

Yao Li's shot was beautiful.

But what is even more beautiful is the frontcourt pressing style of the Liaodong team.

They have never seen this kind of tactic on any team.

Not to mention club teams from all over the world, even Brazil, Italy... or the Netherlands, which is known as "Total Attack and Total Defense", have never played this kind of game.

Is it...

Is this the original creation of the Liaodong team?

They have led the trend of football tactics? !

The three of them almost swallowed together.

"Well, Director Zhang, tell everyone about the Liaodong team's style of play."

Sun Shengping, who has commented on countless football games, didn't know how to speak for a while, so he had to throw the topic to Zhang Lu, who understood football tactics better.

Zhang Lu blinked his small eyes, and also found himself in trouble.

Judging from the progress of the game, the Liaodong team's play style is extremely aggressive, seemingly chaotic, but it has a certain degree of advancement and retreat, which is extremely practical.

But the high position in the midfield is very exhausting. Is it difficult for the Liaodong team to stick to this style of play?

And this style of play wins in a suddenness.

Liaodong launched suddenly and caught Shenhua by surprise.

Do it again, I'm afraid it won't have a good effect.

But these are all speculations. After thinking about it, Zhang Lu cautiously said: "The Liaodong team's style of play is undoubtedly advanced."

"However, it's just not certain once."

"We still have to see how the Liaodong team will play in the rest of the game!"

"Qiaozheng, what do you think?"

After talking nonsense, Zhang Lu wiped off his sweat, and quickly threw the question to Han Qiaozheng.

"I think the Liaodong team is playing a pack of wolves!"

Han Qiaozheng pushed his eyes upwards with two fingers, and said firmly: "No, the Liaodong team is the Siberian Tigers, and they are playing 'group tiger tactics'!"

Hearing Han Qiaozheng's words, Sun Shengping and Zhang Lu's eyes lit up.

The bridge is growing!

He was able to analyze the tactics of the Liaodong team!

The two sat upright, looking at Han Qiaozheng like elementary school students listening to a class.

"Don't care who the other party is, don't be cowardly, just do it!"

Noticing Sun Shengping's seeking knowledge eyes, Han Qiao was proudly standing up and waving his fists.

"The so-called killing a master with random punches, no matter how good your martial arts are, you will still be afraid of a kitchen knife!"

"Guoan, Tianda, Shenhua, Liaodong will all be wiped out!"

"..."

There were three black lines on Sun Shengping's forehead, Zhang Lu blinked his small eyes and was speechless.

"That... let's pay attention to the game scene..." Sun Shengping quickly signaled the director to switch the screen.

Wulihe Stadium.

Liaodong Shenhua once again lined up on both sides.

Shenhua players stand in the middle circle and prepare to kick off.

Qin Feng and Cruyff sat back on the coach's bench, watching the two sides in the field take care of themselves.

The game is now at 30 minutes.

Liaodong has already led 2:0.

As long as this momentum is maintained, it will be no problem to win Shenhua.

At this moment, a quarrel came from the other side of the bench.

Qin Feng turned his head curiously. It was the Shenhua coach Mo Lixi, Yu Genbao, and the translator who were arguing together.

After a brief listening, it was Morrisi who was accusing Yu Genbao of not making a noise to affect the players on the field.

But Yu Genbao was blaming Morrisi for not listening to advice, which caused Shenhua to fall behind.

The translator is caught in the middle, and the two ends are not human.

"Pen Awoluo, you little bastard, your brain is out of order..."

After arguing for a while, Yu Genbao pointed at Morrissey and uttered a sentence in Shencheng dialect, then left the table with his sleeves shaken, and walked directly into the player tunnel.

"What did he say?" Morrissey was furious and yelled at the interpreter, "Did he scold me?"

"That..." The translator showed bitterness, "Director Yu just said that he had something to do and left first..."

Qin Feng watched with joy, but shook his head regretfully.

It was a good quarrel, but unfortunately we didn't start a fight.

Regardless of Mo Lixi who was still asking about the translation, Qin Feng looked into the field.

Yu Genbao, who knew more or less about Liaodong tactics, left.

Shenhua, what kind of waves can we make...

……