When the third goal was born, the game was actually over.

After re-teletting Conte replaced Liu Feng and Naingran, and the last ten minutes between Piacenza and Parma finally turned into garbage time.

"Shh!!!"

The final whistle rang after both teams had lost interest in the game. Unlike the home team's dejected look, the visiting team Piacenza ran back to the locker room with cheers and cheers.

After a brief interview with the media, the team set out on the way home under the leadership of Conte.

Aubameyang, who scored twice in this game, couldn't hide his excited expression. Sitting next to Liu Feng, he talked to Naingran and others around him more than once about the magic of Liu Feng's prophets.

Liu Feng, who was sitting aside, could only shake his head stiffly with an awkward and polite smile: "Pierre, this is all your own credit. Even without me, you can score such a goal."

"Haha, maybe, but Feng, your assists are really good."

"That's right, right."

...

The team returned to Piacenza that night with laughter and joyful conversations.

Since the team will play the Champions League again at home in two days, Conte did not arrange a holiday. He just reminded the players to have a good rest after returning home, and then announced the disbandment.

After returning home, Liu Feng simply replied to his mother and Yuan Xiao’s greetings and fell asleep. Although he won another MVP in the competition not long ago, his mood was already very calm.

For Liu Feng, the personal glory of each game is no longer so important. He wants to pursue more other things.

The young Liu Feng thought a lot about this night, so that his first time spent an insomnia night after coming to Italy.

"Maple's condition is a bit abnormal."

The next day, at the Piacenza training base, Conte frowned and looked at Liu Feng on the field. At this time, Liu Feng had already lost three consecutive shots in the shooting training.

This is a very abnormal thing for Liu Feng, who has always been extremely positive in training.

Looking at Liu Feng who was a little abnormal, Conte quickly called the team doctor who was on standby: "Doctor Benjamin, I think you can do some basic examinations for Feng later."

"Okay sir."

Soon, the morning warm-up training ended, and Liu Feng led the hospital to the infirmary.

"fever?"

Looking at the thermometer held by the team doctor, Liu Feng was puzzled: "Sir, I don't feel that serious."

"It's not serious, you just have a little fever, but to be on the safe side, you shouldn't continue with today's training."

Benjamin treats all the players on the team with the same attitude, so the entire team trusts him very much.

When he solemnly announced this to Liu Feng, he was destined to have a day of training.

"This is a fever-reducing medicine, this is a medicine that you may need to take. You young people are like this and don't know how to take care of yourself."

After handing the two boxes of medicine to Liu Feng, Benjamin shook his head: "If the fever fades quickly, I will suggest to Mr. Conte to continue putting you on the big list."

"Okay sir." Looking at the strict team doctor, Liu Feng seemed to see his grandfather. He didn't dare to say anything and walked out of the clinic.

So, when all the players were training hard on the court to prepare for the next Champions League, Liu Feng returned home alone.

"call……"

Resisting the idea of ​​being too rough, Liu Feng, who had finished taking the medicine, directly embedded himself in the bed. He fell asleep motionlessly, his mind full of this damn illness and he quickly recovered.

Perhaps this kind of mutation worked. When Liu Feng woke up again, it was already night. When he sat up from the bed, he was completely depressed by the morning drowsiness. After taking his body temperature, he couldn't wait to ring Benjamin's phone number.

"Sir, I think my fever has subsided, and I feel very good!"

"Okay, come to me tomorrow to check it out."

"Uh-huh."

...

The next day, when Liu Feng returned to the medical room, Benjamin finally told him a good news: "Very good, Feng, do you feel sore muscles now?"

"No sir."

"What about the headache?"

“No, either.”

"Very good, I think you can report to Coach Conte."

"Thank you! Mr. Benjamin."

He rushed out of the medical room with a whoosh, and Liu Feng didn't even give Benjamin a chance to speak. With the helpless smile of the silver-haired team doctor, his figure quickly disappeared outside the medical room.

On the training ground, in the face of Liu Feng's rapid comeback, Conte, who had been frowning, instantly stretched out.

He quickly arranged for Liu Feng to join the team for training, and the entire team had obviously greatly improved morale at this moment. Obviously, it is reasonable that Liu Feng was called the team soul.

However, that afternoon, in the conference room, when Conte announced the team's roster and starting roster, Liu Feng still did not enter the starting roster.

Conte lined up the 4132 formation commonly used by the team today. Maurantanho returned to the starting goalkeeper position, with Vestery, Miranda, Scapelli and Wolfur forming the defense line.

Naingran served as the team's midfielder, Ramirez, Ganso and Aubameyang formed the offensive midfielder. The only one on the front line, due to Liu Feng's situation, Cassia and Girardino were teamed up to play.

"Feng, I think~"

After the team announced its dissolution, Conte took the initiative to keep Liu Feng. He looked at the young players in front of him and stopped talking. Obviously, he did not want to make the core of the team feel unpleasant because of this incident.

"I understand the coach, I support your arrangement, after all, I have been missing a day of training."

Liu Feng showed unprecedented understanding of Conte, which greatly relieved Conte. He stopped saying anything and just simply patted Liu Feng on the shoulder.

"Very good, don't worry, you will definitely have a chance to play tomorrow."

"Uh-huh."

Afterwards, both of them happily left the training base.

That night, as a passenger plane taking off from Wolfsburg, Germany, arrived at Milan International Airport successfully landed, a bus decorated with various green themes drove from Milan to Piacenza.

The bus was sitting on this game, Piacenza's Champions League rival Wolf Castle.

As their bus drove into the city of Piacenza, some Piacenza fans who were wandering on the streets quickly took action.

After a while, the entire city of Piacenza learned that their opponent had arrived.

The tension of the coming of the Champions League began to spread.
Chapter completed!