In 2005, the headlines of major local newspapers in Santos, Brazil, were all about the news that the Santos U15 youth team defeated the Sao Paulo youth team of the same level to win the Brazilian U15 Youth Championship.

In the team photo, a group of Santos players are throwing up a player wearing the captain's armband. Surprisingly, this player has an Asian face.

The headlines of some newspapers directly used this player as their theme: "Liu Feng, a football genius from China."

Chinese media with personnel stationed in Brazil quickly transferred the news about this young Chinese genius to the country. Some people who follow Brazilian football got to know this sudden genius for the first time.

When the attention of some fans was attracted by Liu Feng, there were no reports about this genius in Brazil. People could only disappointedly attribute him to a player of the Zhongyong type.

2007.

The sun was shining brightly and the air was suffocatingly hot.

A football match is going on in a stadium in Zheng City. The score on the scoreboard is already 2-0. In this domestic U17 league match, the leading side is the visiting team Liuhuo, which was extremely unpopular before the match.

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In a normal game, the team that is lagging behind will find ways to attack, or at least replace some offensive players. But in this game, Sun Shaobo, the coach of the Golden Lions team playing at home, directly changed the formation to 541 after the team fell behind by two goals.

Two active forwards were removed one after another, leaving only one center who had been walking since the start of the game.

"Defend! You all fucking defend me!" Sun Shaobo, who was standing on the coach's bench, screamed at the court desperately: "Throw me another ball, and you all will get off the bench after the game."

"Sun Shuai, don't get excited." The coach of the Liuhuo team, who was standing on the coaching bench next to Sun Shaobo, winked at Sun Shaobo and said, "There will be no problem."

On the field, the situation was maddeningly boring. The audience on the podium had already left, and the remaining few spectators were shouting at the head coach and the players: "Fixing! Match-fixing! Rinenma! U17 is still here"

Match-fixing!"

The stadium is not big, and the roar of the audience can easily reach the players' ears, but it has no impact on them.

The shrinking Golden Lions continued to destroy the visiting team's offense. Their defense was indeed good, but their offense was disorganized.

The general rhythm of their attack was that the defensive players in the backcourt intercepted the ball from the absent-minded offensive players of the visiting team, and then passed it to the team's only forward Cai Liang. Cai Liang took two steps and kicked the ball away.

In fact, this game entered garbage time after the visiting team quickly scored two goals. The head coaches and core players of both sides knew it well.

In the auditorium, the remaining few spectators finally threw their things and left after they had enough curses. Only a sixty-year-old fan wearing a Golden Lions jersey was left sitting there crying silently, repeating curses in his mouth.

Then he was so angry that he took out some coins from his pocket and threw them at Sun Shaobo, who was the head coach.

"You are so poor, you idiot! With a bastard like you here, Chinese football will never get better."

Watching the banknotes slowly falling in the air, Sun Shaobo sneered at the old man's approach. After laughing, he continued to shout at the players of the Golden Lions on the field: "Whoever dares to score a goal! Just wait for me."

"Bah! I'm shameless." A handsome young man was sitting in the corner of the bench far away from Sun Shaobo. Looking at the situation on the court and Sun Shaobo's performance, the seventeen-year-old Liu Feng silently spat at Sun Shaobo's back.

Take a sip of saliva.

"Brother Feng! You're going to die!" Sitting next to Liu Feng was his friend Zhang Xiaorui on the team. He played as a winger and, like him, was a marginal figure in the team. Hearing Liu Feng say such a thing, he quickly covered his head.

Liu Feng said: "It's not like you don't know Sun Shabi's character."

"Haha..." Liu Feng, who was sitting on the bench, clenched his fists: "There is no point in such a game. Just let the officials write down the score!"

"Alas..." As a good friend, Zhang Xiaorui naturally knows Liu Feng's jealous nature. It is precisely because of his personality that he has been stuck on the bench by Sun Shaobo in the past few months.

Zhang Xiaorui has never forgotten the scene when Liu Feng first joined the team. On that day, Liu Feng used his performance to tell the entire team what genius is.

With astonishing speed and explosive power, ghostly movement, concise and effective dribbling and desperate shooting skills, in the eyes of this group of youth training players from the domestic A and U17 echelons, this man is like an alien.

What shocked them even more was that before joining the team, Liu Feng had not had any formal football training for nearly a year.

Unfortunately, current domestic football does not seem to need aliens who can bring great changes to the game. Ever since Liu Feng disobeyed Sun Shaobo's orders several times and scored goals to change the required score, Sun Shaobo began to target Liu Feng.

While everyone was training, he could only go running. Running round and round made him exhausted every day, as his physical fitness was not his strong point. Then he was rushed to the track again by Sun Shaobo on the grounds of insufficient physical reserves.

After completing the steps, there is endless basic training.

As for the competition, whether it is a team training match or a friendly match, Liu Feng can only sit on the bench, let alone official matches.

Every time, when Sun Shaobo thought he had tamed this prickly genius and sent him back to the court, Liu Feng would hit him as a coach in the face with various goals and tricks. In the end, Liu Feng also

Finally became an ironclad water dispenser manager.

"A Feng, the coach has not allowed you to play for three months. If it doesn't work, just listen to him once." Zhang Xiaorui said his true feelings to Liu Feng after a long silence. He couldn't play because of himself.

level, but Liu Feng is obviously not.

"I know you came back from Brazil, and the environment there is much cleaner than ours, but we have to rely on this thing to make a living! If you are unable to play, there will only be one outcome in the end: being eliminated.

You are a genius, Afeng, really. I have been playing football in China for ten years now, and I have never seen anyone who can play football as well as you. As long as you can play and wait until you reach the first team, you can

Fully display your talents to everyone, and then the coach will not dare to block you anymore! "

"Xiao Rui, are we brothers?" Liu Feng shook his head after listening to Zhang Xiaorui's words.

"yes."

"We are brothers, please don't say such things to me again." Liu Feng clenched his fists hard, looked at Zhang Xiaorui, and slightly curled his lips: "I find it dirty to play football like this."

Zhang Xiaorui lowered his head when he heard Liu Feng's words. He suddenly thought of the words of a domestic reporter. It's not that Chinese football can't produce geniuses, but geniuses are killed before they are called geniuses: "Okay, I won't mention it again in the future.

Already."

On the court, the players from both sides were still tapping their feet listlessly. It was obvious that the two sides had reached a tacit understanding, and maintaining this state until the end would be the best outcome.

"Ah!" When the game reached 70 minutes, Golden Lions forward Cai Liang, who had been walking on the field, directly strained his thigh during a big-footed shot. This made Sun Shaobo, who was standing on the coach's bench, stunned. He was

I really didn’t expect that Cai Liang could even strain his leg while making a clearance.

"Fuck, you are really going to cause trouble for me." Sun Shaobo cursed in a low voice. Facing this rookie forward who was recommended to the team by a certain director above, he could only secretly curse a few words and hurriedly directed the team doctor to go to Cai Cai.

Good handling, and then Sun Shaobo looked at the bench.

There is only one substitution left, and the formation has been completely adjusted to a defensive formation. It would be a bit unreasonable to replace Cai Liang with a defensive one after Cai Liang comes off the field, so the only choice is to replace it with an obedient forward.
Chapter completed!