Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Staring at Zhang Yulin who raised his chin and waved around, Qin Feng blinked twice.

This is more than a "conspicuous bag", it is simply crazy!

Not to mention, Zhang Yulin is not stage-frightened, and has the potential to be a football idol star.

Thinking about it.

There was applause all around.

Xu Shengqin and Huang Liang, who had been friends with Zhang Yulin since childhood, laughed and cheered.

Zlatan Ibrahimovic and Grosso even whistled.

Zhang Yulin raised his hands high and went around the field to welcome cheers, as if he had performed a hat-trick in an important game.

"Okay, old black!"

Qin Feng also stood up with a smile, and punched Zhang Yulin hard on the chest, "I will suggest to Coach Cruyff when you return to Europe about your playing."

"The result depends on what he means."

"What you have to do now is to train hard and get back to your form!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Yulin stood at attention and saluted as if playing a trick, rushed out of the crowd, picked up a football dropped by someone on the beach, and dribbled the ball towards the center court of the island.

The rest of the Liaodong players suddenly followed.

Qin Feng also became interested and ran to the court together.

All members of the Liaodong team are here.

There is nothing left and right, Qin Feng waved his hand.

Simply divide into four groups and have a 7-a-side small team match.

"One game in 15 minutes, regardless of main players and substitutes, free team formation, single elimination, the champion rewards a lobster feast, the one with the least goal difference..."

Qin Feng clapped his hands and shouted: "Throw it into the sea!"

"Okay, throw it into the sea!"

"Xu Bo can't swim!"

"I can't either, can I wear a life jacket?" Liu Jiansheng called out with a bitter face.

"Yes, as long as you wear a life jacket to guard the gate!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Ha ha……"

The players laughed and began to look for teammates in a mess. After a long time of no results, everyone simply used the "palm of the palm and the back of the hand" to group.

This way the group ends quickly.

A group of people didn't even change their sneakers and jerseys, and rushed onto the court barefoot in big pants.

Qin Feng also went into battle himself, and he was in a group with Zhang Yulin, Huang Liang, Grosso, Xu Dong, and Li Yao.

Single center forward, double midfielders, three defenders, standard game configuration!

Look to the other three groups.

Ibrahimovic, Xu Shengqin, Xu Bo, Xu Liheng, Yao Li, Pang Li are all forwards.

Two groups remain.

Modric, Zheng Zhi, Zhao Jiayi, Pepe... Except for Pepe, almost all of them are midfielders.

Cao Yang, Wang Xinxin, Xu Jining... are almost all substitutes.

Is this unstable? ?

The Liaodong team has only three goalkeepers: Liu Jiansheng, An Qi, and Ma Dongpo.

Regardless of the protests of the Liaodong team.

Qin Feng smirked and pulled the old goalkeeper Kopke of the German team to form a team, and he became more stable.

But proud Qin Feng didn't notice it.

A group of players from Liaodong were exchanging winks and secretly laughing.

Game start.

Old coach Shang Yin served as the referee.

After drawing lots.

The first Modric team played against Cao Yang and Wang Xinxin.

The game was intense.

Some of the resting hotel staff gathered around, and everyone in the German team put their arms around their chests, laughing and watching from the sidelines.

15 minutes is over quickly.

Cao Yang and others have worked hard enough, but there is still a certain gap compared to Modric, Zheng Zhi and others, not to mention that Pepe is still on the opposite side.

3:1 is the final score of the two teams.

Modric wins.

In the 15-minute offensive and defensive battle, the technical and tactical strength of the two teams was extremely strong.

There was applause from the sidelines.

Wait for Modric and others to end.

The second game begins.

Qin Feng team played against Ibrahimovic team.

in cheers.

Qin Feng tore off his T-shirt, revealing his eight-pack abs, and stepped onto the court barefoot.

The surrounding audience burst into cheers.

There is no other reason, Qin Feng is leaning on crutches, and the image of shirtless underpants is too "stunning".

On the sidelines, Zhou Xiaochun jumped to applaud, and Zhou Mingshi applauded vigorously. There are not many people in Longguo who don't know about the charity match between Liaodong and Spain.

He laughed repeatedly, saying that he could finally see Qin Feng's demeanor on the court again.

Ibrahimovic and other Liaodong players who knew the details of Qin Feng also cheered.

But a group of German team stars are stupid.

Chairman of the Liaodong team?

Playing football on crutches?

Many people whispered that when Qin Feng played, the Liaodong players would definitely let him go.

Qin Feng ruined a fair and interesting game.

Klinsmann's superstars looked at Qin Feng with faint contempt.

The rest of the German players also spread their hands and shook their heads.

Only a few people, in a humanitarian spirit, are cheering loudly for Qin Feng, who has "bad legs and feet".

"Mr. Beckenbauer, Chairman Johansson!"

As soon as Zheng Mengzhun looked at it, he curled his lips and said: "Look, this is a clumsy Longguo man. When the chairman of Liaodong comes on the field, the players will let him score easily!"

"I often deal with Long Guo people, and their teams have always been like this!"

Fearing that Beckenbauer and the others would not understand, Zheng Mengzhun emphasized again.

Beckenbauer and Johansson looked at each other in dismay.

The two of them didn't know what Qin Feng was going to do.

But after a few days of contact, Qin Feng should not be a sensationalist...

Maybe Qin just wanted to go up for fun, and the two looked at each other suspiciously.

But when the strength gap is too large, it is indeed irrational to insist on inserting players into the game.

Whether it was Beckenbauer or Johansson, they couldn't help but underestimate Qin Feng.

"What do you want to do, kid?" Outside the crowd, Zhou Chuanqiong frowned and said to himself.

He seldom pays attention to football at ordinary times, and naturally he doesn't know that Qin Feng "showed his power" when he played against Spain.

But after a few days of observation.

Zhou Chuanqiong knew that Qin Feng was not someone who liked to show off.

This made him even more puzzled, and unconsciously stepped forward two steps closer to the field, looking into the field on tiptoe.

The game starts soon.

Qin Feng received the ball and immediately dribbled the ball straight into the opponent's half.

The football jumped happily between his two crutches and his right foot, so fast that he couldn't see the number.

Facing Xu Liheng to grab the ball, Qin Feng half-turned and picked up the football, with his right crutch under the ball.

The football jumped over Xu Liheng's head, and Qin Feng turned around and wiped Xu Liheng quickly.

Seeing the football fall, he sank the crutch in his left hand, unloaded the ball and dunked Ibrahimovic who was pressing up, and waded the ball straight into the opponent's penalty area.

No!

Courtside hotel staff are stupid.

Originally thought that Qin Feng just went up to play casually.

In the end... this kid is the real thigh of the Liaodong team!

Klinsmann, Mateus and others who had just despised Qin Feng also opened their mouths wide and froze on the spot, leaving only their eyes to follow Qin Feng who was running on the field.

"Lothar, can you guard against this guy?"

Klinsmann elbowed Matthaus next to him.

"Of course!"

Mateus poked his neck and said in a deep voice: "As long as he doesn't use crutches..."

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