Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

sidelines.

Qin Feng has already dressed and warmed up.

He stands next to the fourth official, waiting for a dead ball to be replaced.

Finally going to play, I am so excited, my heart is beating hard.

Covering his chest, he took two deep breaths.

Qin Feng silently recalled the account of Cruyff and the others.

Reduce possession time.

Try to get the ball out with one kick.

Help Modric, make the last pass.

……

There is.

Don't be afraid to confront.

Joke, who's scared?

It is the Spanish players who should be afraid.

Dude has a guy in his hand!

He tightened his crutches and looked anxiously into the arena.

time is limited.

Why is the ball still not dead?

I have other tactics to tell the Liaodong players.

"Qin, what are you doing?"

Just as he was in a hurry, Rexach's exclamation sounded beside him.

"Bad eyes? Can't tell? Go on stage!" Qin Feng didn't turn his head.

Rexach hit a wall and was speechless.

"Why, don't say you disagree, this is a charity competition!" Qin Feng continued angrily.

He deliberately emphasized the three words of charity competition.

In the territory of the Liaodong team of Longguo, embarrassing the Liaodong team in a charity match, thanks to you for doing it!

In fact, Qin Feng also knows.

The Spanish team used all their strength to challenge Liaodong.

It is a good thing for the Liaodong team.

After the baptism of the world's top teams, the overall technical and tactical level of the Liaodong team is bound to rise.

If I really want to say it, I should thank Rexach.

But today's timing is really wrong.

Sun Fenglin was sitting on the rostrum.

If the Liaodong team loses too badly, they won't be able to make a difference at all.

Now the Spanish team is chasing hard, not relaxing at all.

The Liaodong team was pressed in the half court, and the players struggled to support.

Go on like this.

Must fail miserably!

Qin Feng could not accept this result.

Even Rexach who made these things didn't look good.

Rexach also felt a little bit wrong.

He simply stopped talking, sat back on the Spanish coach's bench, and looked depressedly into the field.

Spain takes a corner kick.

Zhang Anhua jumped up with a header to make a clearance.

The football hit Morientes and bounced off the baseline.

The referee's whistle blows.

The goal kick of the Liaodong team.

Finally got a chance.

A group of players from the Liaodong team leaned on their knees and gasped for breath.

More than 20 minutes has been passive defense.

They are physically exhausted.

At this time the referee blew the whistle again.

Signal the Liaodong team to make a substitution.

In the large speaker at the scene, Sun Li's voice was full of doubts.

Liaodong team, under No. 27 Xu Bo.

Number 0...

Enter Qin Feng!

I heard Sun Li's voice.

All Liaodong players suddenly turned their heads to look at the sidelines.

That's right!

Qin Feng?

Wait until you see the side of the fourth official.

Wearing jerseys and sneakers, Qin Feng was waiting on crutches.

The Liaodong team was in chaos.

It's really Dong Qin!

He is going to play!

What's the situation?

See Xu Bo has quickly ran to the field.

A group of people hula also followed.

Xu Bo ran to Qin Feng on the sidelines.

The whole game didn't work.

He looked downcast.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qin..."

"Don't say I'm sorry, go back and train hard!" Qin Feng punched Xu Bo's chest.

I really don't blame Xu Bo today.

Facing the Spanish defense, especially the so-called "European Legend" left back Sergi, Xu Bo's ability is not enough.

But don't forget, Xu Bo is only 18 years old.

As long as he walks on the right path, his future has infinite possibilities!

Behind Xu Bo.

Other players also gathered around.

Everyone asked in a hurry, what happened?

Mr. Qin, why are you playing?

"If I don't go up again, you will be kicked into shriveled eggplants by Spain!"

Qin Feng noticed their dejected looks before, but now he is out of breath.

"Isn't it a good kick? What are you doing with such a long face!"

"Especially the few of you..."

Taking advantage of the trend, he encouraged Pepe, Zhang Anhua, Sun Jihai and other defensive players with a few words.

Qin Feng took the opportunity to convey the tactical intentions of Cruyff and the others.

He first yelled at Zhao Junze: "Master Zhan asked me to ask you, do you want to stop messing around?"

"There's no need to be so polite to the Spaniards!"

Gentile's words were conveyed.

Qin Feng called Modric again.

"John said, you did a good job, but why do you always want to break through Hierro?"

"When your teammates don't exist?"

After finishing speaking and sticking it to Moririch's ear, Qin Feng said in a deep voice: "Luka, I will be by your side, cooperate more, and try to play as simple as possible!"

The voice just fell.

Ibrahimovic rushed from behind.

He is the only one in the team who knows Qin Feng's strength.

"Qin, it's good that you come up, and fight Spain with me!"

Qin Feng had a good time.

"Zlatan, beautiful goal."

"But where were you just 20 minutes ago? Disappeared?"

Ibrahimovic froze for a moment, then narrowed his eyes.

Don't wait for him to attack.

Qin Feng continued: "Marco asked me to tell you."

"Observe the position of the opponent's defender more, do more running without the ball, and then..."

"When running, use your brain more!"

"If it weren't for the fact that Li Jinyu, who came back from Brazil, wasn't fast enough, he wouldn't be suitable for counterattack tactics."

"You have already been replaced!"

Van Basten's original words are "you have to think more about running positions."

There is also the replacement of Li Jinyu, which was also made up by Qin Feng.

He deliberately said this to inspire Ibrahimovic's fighting spirit.

Wait until Ibrahimovic's face is full of anger.

Qin Feng put his arms around the back of Ibrahimovic's head.

The two pressed their foreheads together.

"Listen to me about Zlatan!"

"You can't break through the Spanish line alone."

"Cooperate more with your teammates!"

"And my personal suggestion, you see the timing, participate in the defense, and catch Spain by surprise!"

The two were close at hand.

Looking down at Qin Feng with firm eyes.

Ibrahimovic also calmed down.

He thought for 2 seconds and nodded.

He patted Ibrahimovic on the shoulder heavily.

Qin Feng turned to all the team members.

"I know you are tired, but the opponent is more tired than you!"

While speaking, he pointed to the Spanish players on the field.

The Liaodong players turned their heads to look.

Raul was still panting in front of the Liaodong team.

His physical strength has always been a big problem.

Midfielder Hierro's chest was also heaving violently.

The other Spanish players were not much better.

Many people pinched their waists and crossed their legs, with painful expressions.

Continuous onslaught, they also consume a lot of physical strength.

Waiting for everyone to look back.

Qin Feng continued in a cold voice: "Yeruo, 30 years old!"

"Enrique, 28 years old!"

"Lower midfielder Amor, 31 years old!"

"Central defender Nadal, 32 years old!"

"..."

He even mentioned the age of several Spanish players.

Qin Feng's voice suddenly increased.

"They all belong to your uncle's generation!"

"Playing football with a bunch of uncles, there is nothing to be afraid of!"

"Take them down with defense!"

"Then kill with one blow!"

Done.

Qin Feng stretched out his palm.

Ibrahimovic was the first to reach out and stack up.

Then came Modric, Zhao Junze...

The hands of all Liaodong players are stacked together.

"Liaodong, must win!

The passionate slogan sounded.

The players of the Liaodong team returned to their positions with a tiger's face.

Qin Feng took the captain's armband from Liu Jiansheng.

Wear it carefully.

He propped up his crutches and stepped onto the turf!

Seeing Qin Feng really play.

The fans burst into applause.

Now Qin Feng has a high prestige in the hearts of fans across the country.

Whatever he wants to do.

Just support first!

In the applause.

Qin Feng made two short-distance turn-backs on the right side of Liaodong.

The turf is soft to the touch.

A tingling sensation shot up from the bottom of the red sneakers.

Through the calf, spread throughout the body in an instant.

Qin Feng shuddered Lingling.

On the field again.

This feels so refreshing!

He takes his place.

Waiting for the Liaodong team to take the goal kick.

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