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Bang!

The football flies towards the goal.

Qin Feng and Ibrahimovic fell into the mud, held their breath, and stared at the football rolling forward.

Time seems to be frozen.

I do not know how long it has been.

With a bang, the football hit the inside of the wine bottle on the left and crashed into the goal.

2: 1!

Qin Feng won.

There was no wild celebration and dejection.

Seeing the football entering the goal, Qin Feng and Ibrahimovic lowered their necks at the same time, lying on their backs on the ground and panting heavily.

"Qin, it's really you."

Ibrahimovic looked at the blue sky with distant eyes, "I lost. In fact, the first time you defended my shot, I lost, but I am not reconciled."

"It's hard to imagine that you have such strength while on crutches."

Speaking of this, Ibrahimovic pondered for a few seconds, and continued: "Qin Feng, is your left leg cured?"

Qin Feng was lying on the ground with the big characters spread out, staring blankly at the white clouds flowing above his head.

His expression was melancholy.

Ibrahimovic looked over worriedly, thinking that Qin Feng's pain should not be mentioned.

Just wanted to say comfort...

Qin Feng suddenly smiled.

"Zlatan, God's afraid my legs are healed, you guys don't have a chance to play football."

"So I'll give you a leg!"

"..."

Ibrahimovic rolled his eyes, turned his head and continued to look at the sky, he was actually worried about people like Qin Feng, what a fish.

The two of them just lay there quietly, and no one spoke again.

half an hour.

A white and tender little hand appeared in front of Qin Feng.

"Qin Feng, amazing!"

Zhou Xiaochun's voice was full of vitality, which made Qin Feng forget all his worries.

Reaching out his hand, he stood up with Zhou Xiaochun's strength, and then took the crutch.

Qin Feng turned to look at Ibrahimovic.

Next to him, Ibrahimovic was also pulled up by Helena.

Ibrahimovic has nothing to say about going to the Liaodong team to play football!

Just as Qin Feng was about to speak, two black off-road vehicles stopped outside the gypsy field.

The door opened and it was Arsene Wenger, Arsenal's head coach.

Still in his signature black wool trench coat, Wenger stood with his hands in his pockets on the edge of the muddy pitch.

Looking at Ibrahimovic covered in black mud, he frowned.

"Mr. Ibrahimovic, I convinced the board that you go to Arsenal and don't need a trial training."

Qin Feng and the others were startled, and turned to look at Ibrahimovic.

Ibrahimovic smiled, smiling like a child.

"Mr. Wenger, the question of whether I will go to Arsenal..."

He stretched out his fingers and pointed at Qin Feng, "You talk to my new boss!"

After finishing speaking, regardless of Wenger's reaction, he pulled Helena away.

Ha ha……

Qin Feng smiled, shrugged at Wenger, and pulled Zhou Xiaochun away from the other direction.

Back at the hotel, wash and clean up.

In the afternoon, Qin Feng went directly to Malmö Football Club.

Unlike other European national leagues.

Since Sweden is located in Northern Europe, affected by factors such as long winter and low temperature, the Swedish Super League usually starts in mid-June.

It was the winter break at this time, and there was silence in the Malmö club.

Qin Feng didn't come out until it was dark.

Negotiations went well, thanks to the financial crisis sweeping across Sweden, Malmö eager to sell players to tide over the difficulties.

This time Qin Feng actually spent 780 million Swedish kronor and more than 500 million dragon coins.

But he was all happy.

The system shows that three years later, in the summer of 3, Ibrahimovic moved from Malmo to Ajax.

In order to take away Ibrahimovic, Ajax spent 780 million... euros!

That's close to 6000 million dragon coins.

I picked up a super cheap one.

After finishing Ibrahimovic, Qin Feng will not linger any more.

Say goodbye to Wang Qianlin and old Seger, Helena and others, and leave the fee for Ibrahimovic, let him get a visa to Zagreb and join Modric and the others.

Qin Feng began to ask Zheng Wen to make an itinerary to Argentina.

There, there is his ultimate goal this time.

The new champion who will be recognized by the whole world in the future!

Lionel, Messi!

Before leaving, Qin Feng went to Mark's bar alone.

The two talked in secret all morning.

Two days later, Qin Feng and his party returned to Stockholm, the capital of Sweden.

They will board the plane here and head to Argentina, South America.

Early in the morning, Qin Feng and Zhou Xiaochun went down to the hotel lobby.

Old handsome Shang Yin and Zheng Wen arrived late.

As soon as he showed his head, Shang Yin leaned over with a dark old face.

"Dr. Qin, the football management department has punished us."

"How to say?"

Qin Feng frowned. It has been three days before the Foot Management Department made a punishment. It's so slow, isn't something big going to happen?

"Our team will be fined 2 yuan each for participating in the fight, banned for one game, and the club will be fined 20 yuan."

Hearing Shang Yin's words, Qin Feng was taken aback.

This punishment, whether it is light or not, gives people a feeling of neither pain nor itching.

Will the football management department let the Liaodong team go so kindly?

In other words, Wang Ke would be so kind and not take advantage of this good opportunity to suppress the Liaodong team?

No way! ?

really.

Shang Yin continued in a bad tone: "Xiao Zhanbo of our team is suspended for one year!"

One year!

Qin Feng is not calm anymore. For a professional player, not having a ball to play for a year is a devastating blow.

This is to abolish Xiao Zhanbo!

"Why punish him so heavily alone?" Qin Feng asked coldly.

"Xiao Zhanbo punched the opponent's coach. Nobody noticed it at the time. It was found after checking the video after the match."

"Also, before the end of the game, the referee gave him a red card for a simple physical contact."

"This kid was so angry that he took advantage of the dead ball and hit the referee in the face with a football."

"The referee just passed out."

"After the game, another unscrupulous reporter provoked him, and he hit the reporter again..."

Shang Yin's tone was resentful, "Xiao Zhanbo is so angry that he can't rub the sand in his eyes."

"At the end of Haigeng's winter training at the end of last year, he was suspended for 4 months for fighting. I asked him to be more tactful, and it turned out..."

"..."

Seeing Shang Yin sighing, Qin Feng didn't answer.

He knows Xiao Zhanbo, who is 23 years old this year, can play various defensive positions, and is also one of the players that Shang Yin brought out from a young age.

Now that Xiao Zhanbo's future is almost lost, the old man's heart aches.

He patted Shang Yin on the shoulder, "Don't worry about Director Shang, something has happened, it's useless to say anything else."

"I've considered Xiao Zhanbo's affairs. The club will be responsible for his career future and won't let him be useless like this."

After thinking for a while, Qin Feng turned to ask: "Where's Jiangsu Province Jiajia team?"

"One slap can't be slapped, and both sides are responsible for the fight. How did the Foot Management Department punish them?"

"Speaking of this, I'm going to get angry!"

Shang Yin pulled off his peaked cap, and said angrily: "The Foot Management Department only fined the fines, and there is nothing more to say."

"Now the public opinion is one-sided, saying that our Liaodong team is playing violent football, which is garbage on the pitch!"

Hearing this, Qin Feng was also angry!

No such bullying!

First, he served the Liaodong team with black whistles, and then kicked Zhang Yulin with black feet.

Now Xiao Zhanbo is being unfairly punished.

Wang Ke and the gang from the foot management department did all kinds of bad things, but turned the shit pot upside down.

Said that the Liaodong team played violent football...

Qin Feng pursed his lips, his face turned blood red.

a long time.

He grabbed Zheng Wen, "Change the visa, go to Brazil first!"

Didn't it mean that the Liaodong team was violent?

I will show you what real violence is!

……