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"If you really want to find the opponent's loopholes and don't know how to move and pass, then follow Romi and run to the space he created as quickly as possible!"

Riquelme?

All eyes turned to Riquelme again.

He understood what Qin Feng said through the translator beside him.

Riquelme, who had been extremely calm just now, suddenly stood up and said, "Director Qin, I don't understand what you mean. Do you mean to let everyone surround me to attack?!"

"Is there a problem Romy?"

Qin Feng said seriously: "You are the core of the Liaodong team's midfield, and the team's offensive and defensive tactics revolve around you. What's wrong?"

"But, but..."

Riquelme moved his lips for a long time before whispering: "But the coach thought that I should change my playing style, and Pep also talked to me alone."

"Will you change?" Qin Feng asked.

"..."

Riquelme had a long "bitter face" and was silent for a few seconds before saying decisively: "I can't do it. It has changed. I can't do better than now. I am no longer Argentina's No. 10!"

The Liaodong team’s translation skills are good.

Retell Riquelme's words with great emotion.

Qin Feng nodded.

This is true.

Let Riquelme change the 'classical' No. 10 style.

It's like asking Beckham to stop making long passes, asking Batistuta to only grab some clever shots in the penalty area, asking Michael Owen to stop running long distances, asking Cantona to put away his bad temper...

certain players.

Once it loses its exclusive style.

It is a huge loss to the entire football world.

"Romi, play what you are good at. You will be the field commander of the Liaodong team. I will give you unlimited control of the ball!"

Qin Feng's words caused an uproar in the audience.

Riquelme's eyes suddenly widened, "Director Qin, is it true?"

"Real, more real than diamonds!"

Qin Feng showed a harmless smile, "But I want to say something ugly first, you only have 5 chances to play, do what you should do, otherwise your brothers will not let you go without me saying more! "

As he spoke, Qin Feng pointed to other players of the Liaodong team.

"Yes, Romi, if you can't get the ball to my feet in time, I don't mind letting you see how powerful the Brazilians are!" Adriano stood up blankly and showed off his muscles towards Riquelme.

"That's right, come on!"

"No. 10 of the Liaodong team has never been a coward!"

"Everyone believes in you for now, put on a good show!"

"..."

Everyone started making noises.

Riquelme drooped his eyelids and did not respond, just smiled softly.

Cancer.

Stubborn, afraid of change, soft and sensitive at heart, insecure, but as long as you approve of someone or something, you will be devoted to it...

Staring at the slightly shy Riquelme.

Qin Feng raised the corners of his mouth.

Argentina No. 10.

The system records that the "last classical midfield master" in the future world football will eventually shine in the Liaodong team!

The meeting ended quickly.

Clean up a bit.

The entire Liaodong team set off by bus.

Head to the competition venue, Seoul Jamsil Stadium.

Approaching the stadium gate.

A group of fans in front, wearing white Liaodong away game uniforms, waving the bright red national flag, the Liaodong team's tiger head flag, or holding the Liaodong team's scarves, cheered loudly.

They are Dragon Kingdom fans who came here specifically to cheer for the Liaodong team!

Qin Feng also spotted Li Wenkang's figure in the crowd.

Everyone in the car waved to the fans.

The cheers resounded directly from the sky.

Go into the locker room.

Soon it was time for the Liaodong team to take the field to warm up.

Wearing the Liaodong No. 66 jersey specially made for this game.

Qin Feng followed the team and stepped on the Jamsil Stadium turf.

The stands were packed.

It can be seen from the big screen above that the game has not started yet.

The number of attendees was close to 80000, which was close to Jamsil Stadium’s maximum capacity.

Many Korean fans wore the red home game uniforms of Busan Idol, and even more wore the uniforms of the Korean national team.

Same with it.

Qin Feng could also see the fans wearing the jerseys of the Dragon Kingdom national team on the big screen.

Even if it’s a club match between two countries.

It’s also hard not to rise to the national level.

Qin Feng pursed his lips.

Joined the training warm-up team.

The Korean fans in the stands gave the Liaodong team great enthusiasm. Every time the Liaodong players touched the ball, there was a lot of applause.

Especially Qin Feng.

As long as he takes the ball and makes a move.

The fans in the stands burst into cheers.

on the big screen.

The camera follows Qin Feng non-stop.

The Liaodong team is here to "make money and gain fans", not to make enemies and fight!

It's rare that the atmosphere at the scene is good.

There is no "bloody drama".

Qin Feng keeps his mission in mind.

From time to time, he waved and smiled at the stands, attracting screams.

"Director Qin, train more seriously!" Suddenly there was a low roar.

Qin Feng turned around in shock.

He saw Gao Hongbo standing on the sidelines with his eyes wide open and his face full of sternness.

"Hmm..." nodded awkwardly.

Qin Feng quickly cheered up.

Warm up before game.

The Liaodong team used the last moment to practice the tactical routines they had previously arranged in the hotel.

Riquelme holds the ball forward.

The frontcourt players of the Liaodong team followed his running direction. The football kept passing under everyone's feet, but it would soon return to Riquelme's feet.

Several Liaodong players in the backcourt.

Also runs along with it.

View from the stands.

The three lines of the Liaodong team are closely connected.

Surrounding Riquelme, moving forward and back, left and right, it's confusing.

This is not like a normal team's pre-match warm-up, just passing the ball and taking a few shots to move the body.

This is like some kind of tactical drill!

All the fans in the stands stretched their heads and stretched their necks, looking down with half-open mouths in wonder.

In front of the Liaodong team’s coaching bench.

Gao Hongbo stood on the sidelines and shouted for the players to move.

Mr. Banks changed his calm demeanor and helped Gao Hongbo direct the team's training.

On the court, Guardiola also kept reminding players who were out of position to pay attention to the space on the court.

Even Qin Feng put away his thoughts at this moment.

Dedicate yourself to training with utmost concentration.

Can the Liaodong team’s tactical upgrade be successful?

Will Qin Feng’s idea work?

You can see the clues in the first game.

success.

The Liaodong team will show signs of getting better as they play.

On the contrary, the Liaodong team's game rhythm will become increasingly chaotic.

The Liaodong team's tactical transformation can only fail in advance, or even end there.

Success or failure depends on this.

All of them tensed up.

The center of the upper level of the South Stand.

Inside the box at Jamsil Stadium.

Zheng Mengzhun was sitting on the sofa, looking at the field, his triangular eyes gleaming.

Training is so serious.

The Liaodong team is getting serious!

Qin Feng is indeed trustworthy.

Someone is in trouble!

He glanced at Zheng Mengkui, who was slightly nervous beside him.

The corners of Zheng Mengzhun's mouth slowly raised...

……