Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

That night.

Qin Feng, Zhou Xiaochun and Zheng Wen were invited to Messi's house for dinner.

Shangyin was originally invited.

But at 6:[-], it will be the pre-match press conference between Liaodong and Caiyun Hongta tomorrow.

as an acting head coach.

Shangyin is a must, so you can only come later.

The old man wanted to pull Qin Feng together, but Qin Feng made excuses to perfunctory him.

What a joke, what are you doing at the press conference?

After thinking about it, I know that these reporters will not have any good things to say.

Let the handsome Shang Yin go to play Tai Chi with them.

Qin Feng still wants to live two more years.

Back home for a few days.

Qin Feng's busy crutch almost flew into the sky.

I have never paid special attention to the Messi family, as well as the living conditions of Modric's mother and son.

This made Qin Feng a little guilty.

People believed in themselves, and dragged their families across the oceans to the Dragon Kingdom.

As a result, I came directly and ignored it.

This cannot be justified.

Before coming to the door, Qin Feng and Zhou Xiaochun went to choose gifts on purpose.

Longguo has a tradition of burning the bottom of the pot when moving to a new house.

When visiting someone's house for the first time, you can't do it empty-handed.

As soon as you enter.

Qin Feng and the others were warmly greeted by Messi's sister, Maria the social cow.

The little girl doesn't know who she learned from.

He directly reached out and asked Qin Feng for a red envelope.

In the words of the half-baked Long Guo, moving to a new house is not interesting, but it is too uninteresting.

Qin Feng laughed when he heard it.

The little girl has a talent for languages.

What I said, it seems that Longguo dialect is about to reach the tenth level!

Modric mother and son were also invited to come.

Now the two are neighbors and get along well.

Modric is also training in his spare time, studying with Messi and others.

The Messi family is very satisfied with Qin Feng's arrangement.

Especially the education of several children.

In their minds, being able to hire a private teacher is a treatment only available to the noble elite.

Modric's mother, Radojeka.

After arriving in Longguo, my health improved a lot because I didn't have to work hard.

This gentle woman is also very grateful to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng was very pleased.

Finally, he lived up to everyone's trust in him.

The guests and hosts enjoyed a meal.

After dinner, Qin Feng followed Messi into his room.

The room is small, with a bed, a cabinet and a table.

on the desk.

There was a walnut picture frame.

Qin Feng leaned forward to take a closer look.

It turned out to be the terms of the contract that I wrote down on a napkin.

In the end, his bright red fingerprints were extremely clear.

"Mr. Qin, my father said, this is a man's promise, and it is a friendship that will be remembered throughout his life."

Little Messi came over and said seriously: "I think so too."

"So I put the picture frame by the bed."

Hearing this, Qin Feng was ashamed.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Lionel, you don't owe anyone, you deserve it!"

Little Messi pouted, noncommittal.

He walked out the door and took out an injection from the refrigerator in the kitchen.

Back in the room, Little Messi gritted his teeth and stabbed a needle into the front of his thigh.

A few seconds of work.

The needle is pushed empty.

Little Messi let out a long breath and threw away the needle.

Stand up and do a couple of jumps.

"Mr. Qin, look at me, have I grown taller?"

Qin Feng has been frowning since the moment Messi got the needle.

The 11-year-old Messi left his hometown, had to study and train, and had to bear the pain alone.

It's not easy.

Hearing Messi's question, Qin Feng quickly put on a smile.

Pretending to carefully observe Messi, who has not changed, Qin Feng said seriously:

"Of course, Lionel, I think you've grown at least 2 centimeters taller!"

Messi smiled.

Only when he is with Qin Feng, he will be so relaxed.

"Mr. Qin, Antonella hasn't replied to my letter yet, teach me how to write those nasty words!"

"Uh... well."

Qin Feng regained his energy in an instant, "Lionel, if you want, you can call me Brother Feng."

"Okay, Brother Feng, let's talk about how to start, is it still my dear..."

"..."

The desk lamp in the bedroom is dim, and two heads, one big and one small, are crowded together.

Snickers from time to time.

At this time, Shang Yin, who had finished the pre-match press conference, entered the door.

The old man's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Dr. Qin, these reporters have completely ruined us when they asked questions!"

"Also, Zhou Hui'an, Caiyun Hongta's head coach!"

"I can't even speak Mandarin well, and they actually say that our Liaodong team is a boy scout."

"When I, Shangyin, led the team, his kid hadn't graduated from primary school yet!"

"..."

Shang Yin was so angry that his peaked cap flew off.

It's right that he didn't go... Qin Feng hurried away on crutches.

Say whatever you like, I didn't hear it anyway!

……

the next day.

Saturday, January 1998, 5.

Sunny, temperature 6-20 degrees Celsius, northwest wind 3-4.

1:30pm.

The Liaodong team bus drove into the Wulihe Stadium at the southern end of Qingnian Street.

One and a half hours to the start of the game.

Outside the stadium, there are few pedestrians.

Only fans in twos and threes, wearing the red jerseys of the Liaodong team, applauded the bus.

Get out of the car.

Qin Feng frowned and fell at the end of the team.

Didn't your own method work?

The Liaodong team's first real home game should be cool!

That's all there is to it.

Qin Feng simply stopped thinking about it and walked to the home team's locker room inside the stadium with a cane.

Turn left along the narrow corridor.

The locker room door.

The old handsome Shang Yin was there with his head against the wall, muttering something in his mouth.

The old man is nervous!

Qin Feng approached with a smirk.

"Director Shang, how about reciting lines?"

Shang Yin was taken aback, and refused to admit it.

Seeing that Qin Feng was still talking, the old man hurriedly opened the door and entered the dressing room.

A few seconds later, Shang Yin's roaring lecture came from the room.

Qin Feng smiled, but did not follow.

Most of the boys in the Liaodong team were brought out by Shang Yin, and Qin Feng was not worried that some players would not be convinced.

Going in by himself made Shang Yin nervous.

Besides, Qin Feng's heart is not easy!

The Liaodong team returned home, and for the first game, they had just moved to a large stadium with 6 people.

How well the team performs and how many attendances the first home court will have, everything is unknown.

Like everyone else, Qin Feng also has no idea.

Qin Feng stood quietly outside the door.

The lecture lasted for more than 10 minutes and was not over yet.

Just when Qin Feng was getting impatient.

There was warm applause inside the door, followed by chaos.

The Liaodong team, as the home team, is ready to warm up.

Qin Feng also walked into the field with the players.

Just out of the player channel.

Boom.

Thunderous cheers erupted.

The turf of the stadium shook three times.

Qin Feng was taken aback.

Looking intently, he was completely stunned.

The huge Wulihe Stadium.

The six floors, with [-] seats, are almost full.

Looking around, the eyes are full of bright red.

Everyone!

Everyone is wearing the home red jersey of the Liaodong team!

Shouts, applause, drums, mountains and tsunami, straight into the sky.

"Welcome the Liaodong team home!"

"It's better than home, there will be lots of applause and flowers!"

"Shengjing is your root, Liaodong fans are the most affectionate!"

"..."

Fan associations in 14 cities across the province all carried banners and shouted uniform slogans.

Qin Feng's ears were buzzing.

Even the old handsome Shang Yin couldn't hear what he said.

The players of the Liaodong team who just came out were also dumbfounded.

After this...

It's our home field! ?

This is our home fans! ?

So cool!

A group of young boys immediately got excited, bouncing the ball and barbs with barbs.

In a daze, he turned the pre-match warm-up into an exhibition game.

This is fine.

Wulihe was already as hot as a boiling soup pot.

It exploded directly into the sky.

"it is good!"

"another one!"

"Pretty!"

"..."

The audience cheered loudly, and the wave was higher than the wave.

The enthusiasm of the fans infected everyone.

Even Modric, who has always been low-key, made a volley, which caused applause.

The Liaodong team warmed up for a full 30 minutes.

After being reminded by the staff, the players of the Liaodong team reluctantly walked into the player channel amid applause.

Qin Feng didn't follow in this time.

Instead, go up to the rostrum.

Messi and his family, Modric's mother, and Cruyff are all sitting here.

Zhao Jiayi and Xu Bo also sat on the side.

It was just reported yesterday that they still have to go through some formalities before they can play.

Qin Feng squeezed into the middle with a cane and sat beside Cruyff.

On the big screen of the stadium, the picture of Qin Feng entering the stadium immediately appeared.

Seeing Qin Feng, the audience applauded again.

In the stands behind Qin Feng.

It is "Rosie", the leader of Liaodong fans.

He was shirtless, and waved a big tiger-headed banner that was hunting and sounding.

leading a group of fans behind to shout hoarsely

"Siberian tiger Liaodong, the prodigal son returns home, Chairman Qin Feng, you are the best!"

Same slogan.

It rang again and again behind Qin Feng.

Qin Feng's face flushed.

Amidst the cheers, he pursed his lips and stood up on crutches, applauding the fans behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he waved to all the fans again.

Qin Feng's actions were seen by every fan along with the big screen.

The audience applauded again...

Suddenly, the camera on the big screen turned.

A close-up of Cruyff appears in the frame.

The stadium was just like a volcanic eruption.

There was a sudden silence.

……