Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Same as the two "big guys" of Longguo football.

Thousands of Dragon Kingdom fans in front of the TV also had serious expressions.

In the 97 "Top Ten Tournament", the Dragon National Football Team lost 1:4 in Azadi's terrifying home atmosphere. Everyone still remembered it. They looked at the four fingers of the Iranians on the TV.

"Brother Kang, can Director Qin do it this time?"

A small barbecue restaurant in Shengjing.

Li Wenkang, Bald Rondoba and more than a dozen key members of the Liaodong Fans Association gathered under the pergola outside the store, drinking cold beer and watching the game.

I heard someone ask.

Li Wenkang raised the bottle and took a swig of beer, "Stop talking nonsense, Director Qin will definitely do it, and Liaodong will definitely win!"

The wine bottle banged on the table.

"If the group visa hadn't been approved, we Liaodong Siberian tigers would have had to go to Tehran to have a good talk with the Iranians!"

"that is!"

"I think the Iranians did it on purpose!"

"If we can go, can Director Qin and the Liaodong team be bullied?"

"..."

A group of people stared at the Iranian fans who were shouting crazily on TV.

I can’t wait to fly to the Liaodong team’s game.

at the same time.

Tehran, Iran.

Azadi Stadium.

Players from both sides play.

Qin Feng followed him out of the players' tunnel, and his eyes suddenly lit up, followed by white flowers.

The strong sunshine and the bright white snow-capped mountains not far away made Qin Feng "blind" for a moment.

Wait until vision returns.

Qin Feng's pupils slowly narrowed.

The huge circular stadium is divided into two levels: upper and lower.

There are 10 Iranian fans as far as the eye can see.

Many people wore the blue jersey of the home team Estrage.

But more fans were wearing the white uniforms of the Iranian national team and waving the green, white and red Iranian national flag. They stood in the stands and shouted wildly at the Liaodong team with four fingers raised.

Sound waves rolled down from the stands on all sides.

Qin Feng couldn't understand or what they were shouting.

But I also knew that it wouldn’t be a good word!

He stood in front of the Liaodong team's coaching bench with his arms folded.

A burst of anger rushed straight to Qin Feng's forehead.

He squinted and stared at the crazy Iranian fans in the stands for a while.

Qin Feng took two steps forward.

Hold up four fingers of your right hand.

I thought about it.

He raised his left hand again...

Under the dumbfounded gaze of the Liaodong team behind him.

Qin Feng raised eight fingers on both hands and gestured towards the stands.

Live cameras faithfully recorded this scene.

Qin Feng's eight fingers appeared clearly on the big screen.

There was a sudden silence among the 10 fans in the stands of Tehran's Azadi Stadium.

Then there was a bang.

Crazy roars poured down from the sky, and all the Iranian fans stood on their seats with their eyes wide open, jumping to their feet and shouting.

Qin Feng showed a harmless smile.

Since he didn’t understand the “Iranian swear words” of these people, he raised his eight fingers higher.

Now the Iranian fans in the stands gave up completely. Not only did they yell and curse like madmen, they also threw everything they could at Qin Feng.

Water bottles, belts, slippers, toilet paper... all kinds of sundries were crackling like raindrops, and they quickly covered the floor.

Qin Feng chuckled.

Azadi Stadium is a comprehensive stadium, and there is a standard runway between the stands and the stadium!

He glanced at the "rain of debris" several meters away from him.

The corners of Qin Feng's lips curled up, and he took another step forward, facing the [-] Iranian fans, the curses in the sky, and the various debris splashed down like raindrops.

Suddenly he raised eight fingers again!

Inside the Longvision studio.

on the big screen.

Facing the huge wave of 10 Iranian fans at Azadi Stadium, Qin Feng raised his arms high, like a triumphant monarch greeting the cheers of the people.

Sun Shengping and the others stared wide-eyed and opened their mouths, unable to say a word.

This scene was broadcast via satellite and spread to thousands of households in the Dragon Kingdom.

Everyone in front of the TV had the same reaction as Sun Shengping and the others. They stared blankly at Qin Feng, who was as if he was dominating the world, and stayed in place.

Outside the barbecue restaurant.

Li Wenkang and others had their bottles only half an inch away from their mouths, but their hands holding the beer bottles froze in mid-air, and they stared at Qin Feng on the TV with wide eyes, letting the beer spill all over them without any reaction.

This is especially true for Wang Xunsheng and Sun Fenglin.

The two stood up slowly with cigarettes in their mouths, looking in disbelief at Qin Feng's feat of "provoking" 10 Iranian fans.

"Qin Feng... Qin Feng..."

Wang Xunsheng opened his mouth and the cigarette fell down, burning a big hole in the expensive carpet.

The burnt smell came along with the black smoke.

But he didn't sink. He just stared at Qin Feng on the TV.

"Qin Feng, what a good boy!"

On the side, Sun Fenglin bit his cigarette butt and jumped up, "Domineering, people from the Dragon Kingdom should be so domineering, let everyone see, we are not easy to bully!"

All the viewers in front of the TV will be excited now!

As expected of Qin Feng, facing 10 Iranian fans, he was not afraid at all, and his fingers were "straight up"!

It's lunch break time in Dragon Kingdom.

Everyone applauded loudly for Qin Feng on TV, regardless of whether it affected the neighbors' rest.

Many people shouted and their eyes became red.

Li Wenkang and others also came to their senses at this moment.

A dozen big men stood up suddenly, raised their heads and drank the beer from the bottle. Like Qin Feng who was far away in Tehran, they raised eight fingers high in front of the sea of ​​Iranian fans on the TV screen.

A group of people had red eyes and pursed their lips tightly to prevent tears from flowing out.

Although the game has not started yet.

But Longguo football has not been so proud for a long time!

Inside the Longvision studio.

Han Qiao, who was the first to react, was already in tears, "Chairman Qin Feng, the conscience and backbone of Longguo Football, he is always fearless. The Liaodong team, and Longguo Football, are in his hands and will always move forward!"

Zhang Lu's little eyes were red, "Qin Feng, he raised eight fingers in front of 10 Iranian fans in Tehran Azadi, one of the top ten devils' home stadiums in the world!"

"He is announcing to everyone that the humiliation suffered by Longguo Football here will be repaid twice as much!"

"That's right!"

Sun Shengping, who has always been calm and steady, was also excited at this moment. "The Liaodong team has the ability to defeat the Iranian team. It depends on whether the Liaodong players can be like their Chairman Qin Feng, who dares to show his sword at any time!"

"Look!"

Suddenly Han Qiao was pointing at the big screen in the studio and screaming.

Sun Shengping and Zhang Lu both turned to look.

Azadi Stadium scene.

The Liaodong team's substitute players, Qian Zhisong, and the old coach Shang Yin who came over during the intermission of the National Olympic Games... more than [-] people all stood behind Qin Feng.

Not just them.

Foreigners such as Cruyff, Van Basten and Gentile also stood behind Qin Feng.

Everyone, imitating Qin Feng, raised his arms high and raised eight fingers to the countless Iranian fans in the stands.

They were greeted by even more crazy curses.

Qin Feng noticed the movement behind him and laughed.

On the field.

A group of Liaodong players also noticed this scene.

Everyone stared.

At this time, captain Modric called out to everyone and formed a circle.

"Don't forget what Director Qin said, we are here to play football!"

Modric frowned, stretched out his right hand, and said firmly:

"Now that Director Qin has helped us share the pressure, what we have to do is turn his eight fingers into reality!"

Everyone's expressions condensed, and they stretched out their hands and folded their right hands with Modric's, and yelled.

"Liaodong, come on!"

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