Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

"All-out attack!"

locker room.

All Liaodong players looked solemn and agreed loudly.

Qin Feng was observing everyone's expressions in the corner.

Modric frowned.

Zhang Yulin, who usually combs his hair before games, is arranging his shin guards.

Pepe, who had always been laughing and joking, had his eyes widened. Grosso, who talked a lot, had his lips tightly closed at the moment, listening carefully to Cruyff's tactics.

Even Ibrahimovic, who was fearless, was sitting there with his back straight and a serious look on his face.

Everyone is too tight.

This will not work!

"Everyone listen to me..."

After Cruyff finished laying out his tactics, Qin Feng stood in front of everyone, clapped his hands and said, "I know, you are all nervous, and so am I."

"To be honest, it took a lot of effort to stop my legs from shaking."

"Ha ha……"

All the Liaodong players laughed.

They knew Qin Feng was joking, but to be honest, some people did use all their strength to stop their nervous trembling like Qin Feng said.

Now I hear that my own Director Qin is doing the same thing.

Many people felt relieved and were not as nervous as before.

I saw that my words had an effect.

Qin Feng continued with a smile: "Azadi, the place where the Dragon Kingdom's national football team is buried. Needless to say, when we go out in a while, there will be 10 Persian men in the stadium stands, waving four fingers, waiting to see us. joke."

He raised four fingers and waved them in front of everyone.

He then looked at Zhang Yulin, who was very popular with female fans, "Yes, there is no doubt that there are only big men outside. Iran does not allow women to enter the stadium and show their faces on an equal footing with men."

"Ha ha……"

The laughter in the locker room grew louder, and everyone looked at Zhang Yulin teasingly. Zhang Yulin usually receives the most letters from fans in the team, and most of them are love letters from female fans.

Now that they had the opportunity to laugh at Zhang Yulin, a group of "good teammates" quickly added insult to injury.

Zhang Yulin blushed and rushed to explain, saying that he was here to play football.

As a result, everyone laughed even louder.

Everyone laughed for a while.

Seeing that everyone was more relaxed, Qin Feng said seriously: "Yes, we are here to play football!"

"Now I just want to give some color to the Iranian team, win the Asian Club Cup happily, and then return to China immediately. I am so suffocated these days!"

These words came to everyone's heart.

If it hadn't been for the recent bad domestic situation in Iran, everyone in the Liaodong team has been nervous for the past few years, and they wouldn't be so nervous today.

Many people followed Qin Feng and cursed, wishing they could finish the game and return to the Dragon Kingdom immediately.

The mood is almost aroused...

Qin Feng's tone became high-spirited, "Everyone, the game has started from the moment we played against Tehran, Iran!"

"This country, this city, all of them, are trying every means to crush us!"

"But what I want to say is..."

"We must keep everything in our own hands!"

"Only when you are so strong that you have no weaknesses and become the king who dominates everything, can you be truly fearless!"

"If sometimes, you will ask yourself, can I... do it?"

"No, no, no, don't underestimate yourself!"

"Keep your head up and encourage yourself!

"We are ready to meet any challenge!"

"In my eyes, you are the best players in the world!"

"The Liaodong team you formed is the fearless king!"

Following Qin Feng's words.

Everyone's eyes became firm. Modric, Pepe, Zhang Yulin, Zheng Zhi... the entire Liaodong team stood up and stared at Qin Feng.

"Listen!"

Qin Feng also raised his eyes and pointed at the narrow window where the roaring sound came from. "The Iranians are outside, wagging their four fingers, laughing at us as cowards. They want to kick our shit and send us back to the Dragon Kingdom with our tails between our legs." !”

“Can we get the Iranians to do what they want?”

A loud roar, deafening!

"No, we can't!"

Everyone in the Liaodong team shouted.

"Okay, now let's go out and let the Iranians see who the hell is a coward!"

Qin Feng waved his hand.

The entire Liaodong team responded with a bang and strode out of the locker room.

As usual.

Qin Feng followed the Liaodong team players at the end and entered the player tunnel.

The huge roar of the fans pouring in from the small entrance made Qin Feng's eardrums rumble.

But after just a speech in the locker room.

Qin Feng was extremely calm.

Liaodong is very strong, as long as it can withstand the pressure.

The Iranian team is no match at all.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the Liaodong players lined up.

The group of people joked with each other and occasionally glared at the Iranian players around them. Although they were still a little nervous, their condition was as good as before.

at the same time.

It’s 12 noon, Dragon Kingdom time.

Inside the Longvision studio.

Sun Shengping, Zhang Lu, and Han Qiao were sitting at attention.

on the big screen.

This is a live picture of the Azadi Stadium in Tehran.

Overlooking shot.

At the foot of the towering snow-capped mountains.

The huge ring-shaped Azadi Stadium was packed with seats, the Iranian flags were waving in the sky, and the loud noise coming from the speakers all demonstrated the horror of this "devil's home stadium."

"Azadi Stadium is one of the top ten Devil's home stadiums in the world, and it deserves its reputation."

Sun Shengping swallowed, "The Liaodong team's Asian Club Cup semi-finals will not go smoothly."

"Yes!"

Zhang Lu also frowned and said: "In the World Cup qualifiers the year before last, the Dragon National Football Team lost 1:4 here, which was also affected to a certain extent by the atmosphere at the opponent's home court."

"The Liaodong team players, most of whom are young people around 20 years old, face such a terrifying home atmosphere for the first time and may not be able to perform at their best."

“The Liaodong team’s strength cannot be overemphasized.”

At this time, Han Qiaozheng also said in a deep voice: "But I am also worried about whether the young players of the Liaodong team can overcome the disadvantages of the away game and perform well. After all, the four fingers of the Iranian fans are too uncomfortable!"

It seems that in order to match Han Qiaozheng's words, the big screen screen gave a close-up of the fans in the stands.

Players from both sides have yet to take the field.

The Iranian fans who couldn't hold back had already raised four fingers, singing and dancing, as if they had determined that the Liaodong team would concede four more goals here and lose the game.

Yanjing, the headquarters of the Foot Management Department.

In Wang Xunsheng's office.

On the TV screen, there were Iranian fans waving four fingers as far as the eye could see.

Wang Xunsheng and Sun Fenglin were sitting on the sofa, staring at the scene intently.

"This game is not easy for the Liaodong team." Wang Xunsheng sighed.

"Yes..." Sun Fenglin also said with a worried face: "In order to cooperate with Jilong's actions in the AFC, Qin Feng's Liaodong team not only has to win, but also has a crushing force against the West Asian team. .”

"Now facing the away atmosphere in Tehran, I'll see how he ends up!"

Whether the Liaodong team can beat the Iranian team without temperament is related to the future of Longguo football, and also to whether the Football Management Department can continue to occupy an important position in the Longguo sports department.

Wang Xunsheng lit a cigarette, frowned and took a deep breath, as if this could relieve the tension in his heart.

"I can only ask for the blessing of Bodhisattva. Qin Feng can lead Liaodong to create miracles..."

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