Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Qin Feng still didn't know that Zheng Mengzhun was mended by Zhou Mingshi, so he was so angry that he was half dead.

He was sitting with Beckenbauer and Johansson in the main bar next to the hotel lobby.

The main bar of Robinson Island is just opposite the pier. It is open, and you can see the blue sky and blue sea when you look up, and the ground is all original ecological beaches.

The three sat around a small round table.

Qin Feng held a bottle of soda water and talked eloquently.

Beckenbauer and Johansson, on the other hand, listened intently like elementary school students, their eyes lit up, and they nodded in amazement from time to time.

"...The transmission and control tactics, roughly like this."

Qin Feng drank the soda water in the bottle, and raised the empty bottle in his hand to the bar staff behind him, "One more bottle."

Wait for the staff to bring the soda.

He unscrewed the cap, took a sip and continued: "It's nothing to put it bluntly, isn't it!"

Qin Feng's concluding remarks fluttered gently.

But both Johansson and Beckenbauer couldn't hide their shock.

"Genius conception, genius tactics, Qin, you are a genius!"

Johansson's fat face glowed, and he used three geniuses to praise Qin Feng.

He grabbed the large glass of draft beer in front of him and took a sip, not even wiping the froth off his mouth.

"Yes, Qin, you are too surprising!"

Beckenbauer also raised his beer mug and said: "The pass-and-control tactics are definitely ahead of the times. No wonder you can beat the German team."

I heard Beckenbauer mention the game just now.

Qin Feng is really a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Beckenbauer, you didn't pay attention to the game at the beginning, so we were able to successfully attack and score 2 goals."

"Without these two goals, we would not have won the game."

Qin Feng is right.

If Germany is fully committed from the beginning.

It may not be very likely that the Liaodong team will win the game.

Even if the German players are old, even if Qin Feng uses attribute points, the chance of winning will not exceed [-]%.

Liaodong players are good.

But they still need time to grow in terms of personal strength and game experience.

Another 2 years.

Possesses cross-age tactics and system blessings.

Liaodong can challenge any team in the world head-on.

Wait until all your plans are implemented smoothly.

The entire Longguo football has been developing continuously for a long time.

Even if the system is not used, Qin Feng is confident that Longguo can have the possibility of defeating any national team.

But now...

It should be low-key or low-key.

Qin Feng didn't want to be missed.

But I heard Qin Feng's words.

Beckenbauer shook his head, "I understand the humility of you Dragon Kingdom people."

"If you lose the game, you lose. Germany will not make any excuses."

"From the performance on the pitch, your team wins the game for granted."

"It's funny to say. Before going to the island, John said that the Liaodong team would surprise me. I still don't believe it..."

After drinking the beer in the glass with a dull head, Beckenbauer let out a long breath, and suddenly said seriously:

"I want to thank you, Qin!"

"Playing against your team shows me a lot."

"The German national team must replace the old and the new in advance."

"Otherwise, we will not have any competitiveness in the European Cup two years later!"

Resolute and resolute!

Look at the leaders of the Football Association...Qin Feng unconsciously sighed, but kept saying modestly, "That's not the case, Mr. Beckenbauer..."

"You can call me Franz."

Beckenbauer interrupted: "Qin, you shouldn't refuse a friend who sincerely thanks you, both emotionally and rationally!"

Having said all this, Qin Feng smiled and didn't speak again.

"Haha, Qin, you can also call me Lennart!"

Johansson's fat face was flushed from drinking, and he raised his glass and said, "The biggest gain I have gained from my trip to the Maldives this time is to make a real friend in the football world of Longguo!"

"Let's toast to friendship!"

"That's right, for friendship, for Qin, and for the emergence of new great tactics in football!"

Hearing this, Beckenbauer hurriedly ordered another glass of beer and toasted with him.

"For friendship!"

Qin Feng then raised the soda water in his hand.

Now Beckenbauer quit.

"Qin, Germans don't know how to drink water when they hang out with friends!"

He waved for a large glass of dark beer, and slammed in front of Qin Feng, "This is a property of the German Hotel Group, so 'do as the Romans do'!"

Johansson also yelled that drinking water is not a friend.

Without further ado, Qin Feng raised a draft beer mug that looked like a small bucket.

Johansson and Beckenbauer, one is the president of UEFA, the other is the vice-chairman of the German Football Association, a legendary superstar in world football, and both have great energy in world football.

And both of them are sincere.

Qin Feng couldn't be more happy to make friends with them.

"cheers!"

There were a few ping-pong-pong noises.

The three of them bumped their wine glasses together indiscriminately.

As soon as they said it, the three of them raised their necks at the same time, gurgling...the 1 liter of dark beer in the cup instantly bottomed out.

Dry beer.

The three of them hiccupped at the same time, lit up the bottom of the cup together, and laughed.

outside the bar.

The flash fires.

There was a series of clicks.

Zhou Mingshi put down the camera, glanced at the photo of Qin Feng, Johansson, and Beckenbauer toasting and laughing on the screen, showing a satisfied smile.

That night.

Qin Feng walked towards the room where Zhou Mingshi was.

He was also thinking about setting up a column on Zhou Mingshi's "Football Practitioners" to bombard the football management department.

Ring the doorbell.

Zhou Mingshi quickly opened the door.

Qin Feng was taken aback.

Almost 9pm.

Zhou Mingshi is still in shirt and trousers.

Looking into the room, the beds and chairs are arranged in an orderly manner, as if they have just been cleaned.

Qin Feng swallowed, and subconsciously rubbed the soles of his shoes on the mat at the door.

"Qin Feng, come in, just looking for you."

Zhou Mingshi was extremely enthusiastic. He dragged Qin Feng into the room, pointed to the laptop on the table and said, "This is a report I want to send back to China. Check to see if there is any problem."

What report?

Qin Feng sat down and looked at the computer screen curiously.

"The battle of the century that took place on a small island of 0.1 square kilometers, the Longguo Liaodong team defeated the German national team 3:2! "

"Brother Zhou, are you exaggerating a bit?"

Just looking at the title, Qin Feng was startled.

A friendly match turned into a century war?

Besides, it's not that they won Germany in a formal competition.

In Qin Feng's mind, there is really nothing to boast about.

"You don't understand that."

Zhou Mingshi explained: "Wealth and honor do not return home, it is like a night walk in brocade!"

"And I'm not doing it for attention."

"The power of role models is infinite!"

"It's like the American NBA, why is it so popular all over the world?"

"It's because they successfully created the 'God of Basketball', Michael Jordan!"

"Longguo football also needs an idol to boost confidence."

"Qin Feng, your Liaodong team, as well as yourself, are the best choices!"

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