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"Lennart, don't pay attention to these details."

Qin Feng pursed his lips and stopped his hand. He was used to slapping, and he really didn't notice that he just slapped Johansson's thigh.

"Don't excite Qin."

Johansson rubbed his sore thigh again, "After watching these Tianlongguo games and getting along with you, I understand why you want to control the Longguo football."

"yes……"

Qin Feng stared at the big screen, absent-minded.

"Yes, at first I thought you were a power-loving person."

Johansson didn't care about Qin Feng's perfunctory, and said to himself: "But now it seems that you are not."

These words aroused Qin Feng's interest.

He turned his head and waited for John to read.

"Qin, if I read correctly, you are a real footballer."

Johansson said seriously: "A person who truly loves football and works hard for the development of football in his country."

"There aren't many people like that these days."

"You don't need to show that expression, I rarely misread people."

Glancing at Qin Feng who was rolling his eyes, Johansson took a sip of the soda water on the table and continued: "Your Long Guo Football Management Department has many problems."

By watching a few games of the Dragon Country Asian Games.

Johansson saw it.

Many Longguo players are not bad at the level and did not play a decent game. The head coach Horton has a certain responsibility, but more is the short-sighted and incompetent of the upper echelon of Longguo football.

In charge of UEFA for many years.

Johansson understood all too well the twists and turns.

He also completely saw Qin Feng's ambition.

"Go ahead and have a hard time!"

Johansson raised his big hand and patted Qin Feng on the shoulder, "Longguo is the most important player in world football."

"I'm looking forward to seeing your Dragon Kingdom football rise!"

"Come on."

Qin Feng moved away from Johansson's big hand calmly, and said in a low voice: "I am not as noble as you said."

"I just don't want my country to be looked down upon."

Done.

Qin Feng glanced at the score of 0:2 on the big screen, and then stared at the Longguo players who were desperately fighting back for a few seconds. He got up and walked towards the gate of Bayern's tactical room.

Everyone turned their heads to look.

Qin Feng's back gradually moved away, disappearing into the dazzling sunlight outside the door.

There are no surprises.

In the semi-finals of the football event of the Asian Games in Bangkok, Dragon Kingdom lost 0:2 to Iran.

They will compete with host country Thailand for third place in the Asian Games three days later.

Qin Feng learned the news from under the covers.

Leaving Bayern headquarters.

He returned to the hotel, covered his head and fell asleep.

Last night, I drank half the night and got up early in the morning to watch the game, and this is the result? !

Angrily, he stared at Zhou Mingshi who came to "report the funeral".

Qin Feng shrinks back into the bed again.

"Qin Feng, what do you think this is!"

Zhou Mingshi was filled with righteous indignation, "You didn't see that in the second half of the second half, the fans of Longguo in the stands sang and sang about the motherland!"

"Xiao Zhanbo almost got into a fight with the Iranian player because of his excessive moves!"

"By the time the whistle blew at the end of the game, both Dayu and Xiao Zhao were crying!"

"Many fans in the stands cried enough..."

"..."

Nagging for a long time.

Qin Feng didn't respond at all, instead he gave Zhou Mingshi the back of his head.

Zhou Mingshi was so angry that he kicked up, "The country is broken, can you still sleep?"

With eyes in the back of his head, Qin Feng turned over to dodge, but got up helplessly.

"Brother Zhou, it won't happen!"

"We should be lucky that this is just an Asian Games competition."

"If the World Cup qualifiers are played like this, we should really cry!"

"It makes sense..."

Zhou Mingshi sat on the sofa and said in a bad mood: "The next step is rest, are you ready for the article scolding the foot management department?"

"no!"

Qin Feng answered simply.

Seeing that Zhou Mingshi's eyes were about to go wild again, he hurriedly got up and changed his clothes, "Let's go out and have a sit. When I came back yesterday, I saw a tavern on the corner of the street. Go there and talk..."

I heard that there is wine.

Zhou Mingshi's eyes lit up like digital headlights, and all the things he was angry about were forgotten.

Call Zhou Xiaochun, and pull Zhou Chuanqiong who met at the hotel entrance.

The four of them crossed the street, passed a Bayern fan shop, and turned left into a small beer hall.

Push open the heavy wooden door.

The jingle bells rang repeatedly, and the copper bell on the top of the door was crisp.

It's past 6pm.

The bar was buzzing with people, and more than a dozen round tables were packed.

Hear the sound.

A bunch of Germans in the bar all looked over.

Seeing Qin Feng and the others, there was a sudden silence in the bar, which made the sound of the football game on TV extremely harsh.

The atmosphere is wrong!

Qin Feng glanced around in astonishment, startled.

Several big men here are familiar with each other. They are all fans who watched Liaodong "beaten" the Bayern youth team in the stands yesterday.

Look at the expressions of other people.

It is estimated that he is also a loyal fan of Bayern.

Everyone looked evil.

Qin Feng swallowed.

You must know that throughout Europe, German "football hooligans" are not inferior to the notorious and well-known British "football hooligans".

It is not uncommon for them to fight and make troubles lightly, and it is not new for them to kill people with ruthless hands.

Take a quick glance.

There are more than 30 German men in the bar.

More than half of them seem to be overwhelmed with fighting power!

And here I am...

Zhou Mingshi "red lips and white teeth", a literati.

Zhou Chuanqiong was thin and dry, with no flesh on his body, and a Taoist bun dangling on his head.

Zhou Xiaochun, the only one with fighting ability, has thighs that are not as thick as other people's arms.

The strength of the two sides is completely out of proportion.

Qin Feng showed a harmless smile, put his hands behind his back, and slowly backed away.

A dozen big men on the opposite side have already stood up.

One person out of the crowd.

Qin Feng recognized that this person was the young man sitting behind old Mu Le yesterday.

He is thin, looks gentle, and looks extremely unique among a group of muscular men.

"Are you the chairman of the Dragon Kingdom Liaodong team?"

The young man's English had a strong German accent, which made Qin Feng's ears hurt, and he was already forcing someone to come up to him while he was talking.

"no!"

Qin Feng answered simply, turned around and pushed Zhou Xiaochun and ran away.

next second.

Qin Feng's arms were held at the same time.

"release!"

Zhou Xiaochun quit, turned around to pass Qin Feng, and went straight to the muscular man who grabbed Qin Feng on both sides.

Qin Feng was taken aback, fearing that something might happen to Zhou Xiaochun, he picked up his crutches and was about to step forward to help.

Just when the two sides are about to collide.

A thin figure came later.

Bang bang bang bang.

The people in the bar turned on their backs...

……