On the training ground, the atmosphere of the entire team was very low.

Because in yesterday's qualifying match for the first grade, Piacenza, who defeated Rimini, finally fell at the feet of Genoa, the strong team, and Piacenza, who was infinitely close to the upgrade, finally stayed in the second division.

This season was Piacenza's best performance in four years and the strongest lineup, with their main strikers Degas and Lucas Simon scoring goals in matches with one opponent after another.

If it weren't for Juventus and Napoli in the First Division to be demoted to Class B due to the telephone goal incident, Piacenza's promotion to the First Division this season would have been a foregone conclusion.

Unfortunately, there is no if. After a passionate season, the fans of Piacenza fell into sadness again. Since being relegated to Class II in 2003, Piacenza seems to be getting further and further away from returning to the top league.

As Piacenza's reserve team, most of the players in the team are from Piacenza's youth training. Their love for Piacenza is no less than that of any fanatical fan, so when the team fell in the last game of returning to Class A, they seemed a little sluggish in training.

"Come on!"

Francini looked at a group of lost boys and thought to himself that this was not possible: "Liu Feng has already scored three goals from you! Do you still want to be humiliated by five goals?"

Five goals, which is the number of goals Genoa scored on Piacenza in two rounds. Facing Genoa, who has more than half of the players have experience in the First Division, Piacenza, who was fooled, seemed powerless to fight back.

"Shit! Head coach, please don't mention five goals."

Scapelli was particularly excited when he heard Francini mention this number that all Piacenzas would not want to mention today. He caught up with the opponent's forward who had just dribbled the ball past him, and a clean tackle broke the ball off.

"Everyone is cheering up!"

The players divided into a defensive group were led by Scapelli. He was very skilled in all kinds of skills and was quickly recognized after being promoted to the team for a period of time and became the main force of the reserve team's defense.

"Feng! You won't score a goal next."

"El... Liu has shot."

Just as Scapelli was excited about his tackle just now and gave Liu Feng a letter of battle, his teammate's voice sounded weakly in his ears. When he heard his teammate's prompt, Scapelli turned around and looked at the goal, with a confused look on his face.

A ball was already lying well in the goal.

"El, what did you just say?"

Liu Feng had just focused on cutting the ball from the defending players, and then shot the ball from the two people's pursuit and blocking. He really didn't hear Scapelli's declaration clearly.

"Ah, nothing is nothing." Smiling, Scapelli gave Liu Feng a thumbs up: "Feng, you are still that powerful!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

Looking at the handsome Chinese young man in front of him showing a kind smile, Scapelli was in tears.

It has been a month since Liu Feng joined the team. Over the past month, Francini has been continuously training Liu Feng for the places that Liu Feng has left in the past two years. Liu Feng himself has also worked very hard. He is always the last player to leave every day.

Now, Liu Feng has become the last opponent the players want to meet in the team's confrontation matches, because every time they meet him, they will always be scolded by the head coach for their poor defense.

As the main force in the defense, Scapelli is even more unlucky. Every time he is a sure match for Liu Feng in grouping, he has been suspected of his life by Liu Feng for a while.

As a defender, he found that many defensive skills that are very effective for other players are not good when they come to Liu Feng, because he can always break through or pass the ball in various incredible methods.

Apart from relying on the direct and arrogant collision and pulling of the body, there seems to be no good way to stop Liu Feng, but Scapelli has discovered a fact recently that Liu Feng's ability to confrontation is also slowly increasing.

Fortunately, Feng is not a player from other clubs. With his head in his arms, Scapelli can only be glad that Feng is not a player from their reserve league opponent.

"Four goals were scored! Another goal was scored, and all of your defensive players would go to the lap for me."

Off the court, watching his shouting seem useless, Francini was furious and directly assigned a punishment task for these defensive players.

"No, coach!"

"Coach, you don't know how difficult it is to catch Liu Feng."

"We did our best!"

"Shut up! Now go defend with your hands and feet, not your mouth."

He grabbed a player who complained about the favorite, and Francini pulled his jersey hard with his hand: "As long as the defense is not touched, it is a defense that is allowed. Do you understand?"

Scapelli understood, and Francini was asking them to treat Liu Feng like they were facing other club teams.

As defensive players, they have many defensive skills that hover on the edge of fouls, but these skills seem too unfriendly and rarely use this method to defend against teammates.

No matter what, Feng must not score another goal. As expected, Liu Feng is still more relaxed than starting the lap.

So it was Liu Feng's turn to start to feel uncomfortable. He was caught in the jersey, was attacked by various extremely intimidating tackles, and was carried by two people to lose the ball. Once the ball reached Liu Feng's feet, he would face an extremely cruel defense.

Unable to bear to look at the messy scene in the field, Lucas covered his eyes: "Francini, is this really good?"

"Of course, Lucas, you have to know that Feng will face such a defense during the game."

Seeing Liu Feng being shoveled to the sky by Scapelli again, Frankini shook his head: "No, when the opponent understands Feng's importance in the team, the defense he will face will be several times worse than this."

The chaotic game ended after an own goal.

This ball was made out of anger because Liu Feng was pulled and violated by various pulls. After getting the ball again, he made a beautiful Marseille swing, snatched his two players from above and then directly pulled Scapelli to the butt that violated him the most.

Scapelli covered his butt and lay on the court, while the ball refracted and crossed the goalkeeper's five fingers after hitting his butt.

"Okay guys, now stand in one team and run five laps, go."

Francini was not vague, and said that he would run the lap, so he ran the lap. He pulled up and covered his butt and grinned and shouted that Scapelli, who was kicked by Liu, was stuffed into the team.

The defense in this game started running laps as before.

"Feng, you must have done it on purpose!"

"????El, what are you talking about, will I give up shooting at you?"

Liu Feng spread his hands and looked innocent: "Believe me, that's just an accident. I've lost the direction of the goal when I shot."
Chapter completed!