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If you can't prevent it, say you can't prevent it!

The dead duck has a hard mouth...

Glancing at Mateus, Klinsmann teased:

"If he can play without crutches, you should pray that you don't play against him in official games."

Mateus wanted to refute, but his lips moved but he didn't say a word.

Beside the two.

Johansson was all over the place.

"Haha, I just said, I just said that this guy Qin won't mess around!"

He shook his fist excitedly, turned around and grabbed a bottle of beer from the table behind him and drank it.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable, Mrs. Qin is unbelievable..." Beckenbauer widened his eyes and kept repeating the same sentence.

"..." Zheng Mengzhun was completely speechless.

Qin Feng's technical movements are extremely standard.

With the help of crutches, he can run extremely fast.

Even the national team of the Republic of Korea, no one can do it so smoothly and naturally.

Dragon Kingdom Qin Feng, he is a monster!

Zheng Mengzhun felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

On the field.

Qin Feng dribbled the ball in from the left.

On the opposite side, Liu Jiansheng was wearing a life jacket, roaring and attacking.

Midway.

Zhang Yulin responded in place.

Everyone saw it.

As long as Qin Feng passes the ball, Zhang Yulin will face an empty goal!

Qin Feng also found this opportunity.

While running at high speed, he turned to Zhang Yulin's side, supported the ground with both crutches, and swept his right foot towards the bottom of the football.

Here comes the ball!

Zhang Yulin's eyes lit up, he adjusted his pace, turned sideways to the goal, and prepared for a volley.

This goal is absolutely handsome, that girl Sun Li will worship without accepting her head?

Zhang Yulin grinned to the base of his ears.

The football sent by Qin Feng is getting closer.

Zhang Yulin turned over and swung his legs, his arms in the posture of a white crane spreading its wings.

This is really handsome!

Next, Zhang Yulin began to think about the celebration posture after scoring a goal, and the smile on his face was like a blossoming steamed bun.

Goalkeeper Liu Jiansheng reacted extremely quickly.

He gave up Qin Feng and blocked Zhang Yulin's shot.

Same as Zhang Yulin.

Liu Jiansheng also had great confidence in himself.

He predicted Zhang Yulin's shooting angle in advance and flew sideways.

air.

Liu Jiansheng stretched his limbs, the reflective strips of his life jacket were bright, and his hands with red and white gloves glistened in the sun.

The audience exclaimed.

No one expected that the extremely inconspicuous Liu Jiansheng could see through the cooperation between Qin Feng and Zhang Yulin.

"Qin's pass is not concealed enough."

Beckenbauer turned his head and said, "He is so excited about the opportunity."

"After all, he is a young man." Johansson chuckled, "At Qin's age, there are not many people who can be as good as him."

"This is..."

Beckenbauer laughed dumbfounded.

There are only a handful of geniuses who can shock the world football at the age of 18.

Did I expect too much from Qin Feng?

But Qin has a leg injury, otherwise...

While Beckenbauer was feeling sorry for Qin Feng's injury.

"This is impossible!"

Zheng Mengzhun suddenly constricted his pupils and pointed towards the field tremblingly.

what happened?

Beckenbauer and Johansson hurriedly turned their heads to look.

On the field.

The football floated in front of Zhang Yulin.

keep going up.

Flying over Zhang Yulin's head...

The smile turned into astonishment, Zhang Yulin swung his legs in the air, and fell on his back.

opposite.

The flying Liu Jiansheng landed almost at the same time as Zhang Yulin, and accidentally hit the inflation valve on the life jacket when he fell.

Puff.

The life jacket suddenly inflated, and Liu Jian sounded like a sausage caught in a hot dog bun, unable to move at all.

The two fell to the ground, half-opening their mouths to look at the football in the air.

Not just them.

Everyone on the sidelines stared wide-eyed, their eyes following the football.

The football kicked out by Qin Feng's right foot crossed Zhang Yulin, bypassed Liu Jiansheng, drew a rainbow arc in the air, swayed slowly, and fell lightly into the net.

This turned out to be a "spoon" shot from a fake fax!

There was an eerie silence around the stadium.

Whether it was the hotel staff, the three of Beckenbauer, or the stars of the German team, they were all dumbfounded.

Even everyone in the Liaodong team who knew Qin Feng's strength stared at Qin Feng like a monster, speechless.

Qin Feng's shot fooled his teammate Zhang Yulin, his opponent Liu Jiansheng, and everyone present.

Nobody thought of that.

Qin Feng was able to pull out a "spoon" in a high-speed sprint.

Throughout the history of world football, only a few superstars can master this way of exerting force from extremely dynamic to extremely quiet.

But how did Qin Feng do it?

Being able to make such an unbelievable shot shows that he has extremely fine control over his muscles.

But he is only 18 years old!

And...he was on crutches!

The people who came back to their senses were in chaos.

"This kind of technology should only be available to world-class players?"

"A world-class star may not be able to kick a 'spoon' in a sprint!"

"This is a talent, a proper talent, it can't be mastered by hard work!"

"Who is this Dragon Kingdom boy?"

"It seems to be the chairman of the Longguo Liaodong team..."

"Chairman, young, handsome, good at the game, and rich, love love love love!"

"..."

The stars of the German team are also crazy.

"Qin, God, how did you do it!"

Hassler slammed the water bottle in his hand to the ground, pointed at Qin Feng and yelled.

"Genius goal!" Müller muttered to himself on the sidelines with all the wrinkles on his face.

"Qin... I can't even guard against him whether he has a cane or not."

Mateus also let go of the airs of a world superstar and expressed his true thoughts.

Klinsmann didn't say anything, but he was secretly waving his right leg, apparently imitating Qin Feng's shooting action just now.

"My God, how about Franz!?"

Johansson waved an empty beer bottle and shouted: "Qin, Longguo Qin, he is a super genius!"

Waited for a long time without a response.

Johansson turned to look.

Beckenbauer stared blankly at Qin Feng on the field, his gaze was out of focus as if possessed.

"Frantz?"

Johansson was taken aback, and pushed Beckenbauer, "You..."

"Miracle, this is a miracle!"

After a push, Beckenbauer came back to his senses and shouted at the top of his voice:

"It's not like there is no one in the world football who can kick this kind of ball, but there is absolutely no one who can kick a 'spoon' in a sprint with a cane!"

Then he turned to Johansson, waved his arms and cried:

"If the rules of the football game allow playing on crutches, I will immediately, immediately, and without hesitation offer Qin a sky-high contract!"

"I don't care how much it costs!"

"You know what Lennart, Qin reminds me of Diego!"

At the end, Beckenbauer clenched his fist and emphasized.

Johansson laughed.

Beside the two, Zheng Mengzhun had recovered from the shock.

"Qin Feng, why isn't he a citizen of the Republic of Korea?"

He stared at Qin Feng with deep eyes and whispered to himself.

"If you meet this person on the court in the future, the Republic of Korea has no chance of winning..."

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