Chapter 382
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San Bi Xiao Dao Li
Chapter 382 The Ninth Master's Invitation
"Shh!!!"
After Liu Feng scored the last goal of the game, the time had come to the end. The referee did not let the players of the two teams stand back to kick off, but directly blew the whistle for the end of the game.
And at this moment, the cheers of the Piacenza fans in a corner of the stadium have not even dissipated.
"Feng! This is really, too cool!!!"
After the short-term sentimentality ended, Liu Feng quickly left Milan halftime and returned to his teammates. For a while, other players in Piacenza quickly surrounded him, and Scarpelli jumped directly on his back.
"Big four, if I remember correctly, this is Feng's first big four in Serie A, right?"
Cassia also smiled and communicated with Nainggolan.
"Yes, this is the first one, and it's still against Milan, Feng, you are already a superstar."
"Super Feng, what a fitting title."
"Come on, let's lift up our heroes and take a curtain call with the fans."
In the end, whoever yelled in the crowd, Liu Feng was lifted up by his teammates for the second time in this game, and the Piacenza team quickly came to Piacenza's Expedition fans stand and kept throwing Liu Feng to greet the fans.
"The king of Piacenza! The king of Piacenza!"
In the eager atmosphere, the banners closest to the players in front of the stands were so eye-catching. When Antonio and the diehard fans around him began to shout their latest title for Liu Feng, the whole stand began to emit uniform voices.
"There is no doubt that Afeng has received the love of everyone in Piacenza. Audience friends, let us all give our Chinese player our praise."
In the commentary room, watching what happened on the field, Liu Jianhong's heart was shocked again. He has emphasized more than once before that Liu Feng's status in Piacenza has surpassed any Chinese player who has played or is playing in the five major leagues.
At this time, when the shouts of the King of Piacenza resounded throughout the San Siro Stadium, this statement was greatly confirmed.
On the court, when Liu Feng was thrown to the highest point by his teammates, he also saw Yuan Xiao who was waving a Piacenza scarf to greet him vigorously. Looking at the girl who was proud of herself from the bottom of her heart, the sadness in his heart gradually dissipated.
Starting today, he will no longer be the football boy who still holds the fantasy of his idol in his heart.
Because in the future, countless people will regard him as an idol.
Since it was an away game at this time, Piacenza's celebration did not last too long. When all the dust settled, the Milan players hadn't even left the stadium.
"Pippo!"
In the Piacenza stands, someone yelled, and everyone's attention was shifted to Inzaghi, who took off his jersey and stood quietly watching the celebration in Piacenza.
"Okay guys, put me down, Al, don't you still want to swap jerseys with Maldini? Go ahead."
Liu Feng waved his hands to let his teammates put him down, and then took off his jersey with a smile, staring at the beautiful and explosive muscles, he walked up to Inzaghi with a smile, and then swept behind Inzaghi: "Hello, Mr. Philip. Is Kaka not here?"
"Haha, that guy didn't come, he just asked me to bring you a sentence."
Inzaghi on the side obviously expected Liu Feng to ask such a question, and smiled: "He said next time, he will definitely defeat you himself."
"Hmm, well, I am also looking forward to the next fight."
Hearing what Jiu Ye said, Liu Feng was taken aback for a moment, then thought of the direct conversation with Kaka on the field in this game, he couldn't help shrugging: "Then, Mr. Philip, please allow me to call you Jiu Ye in Chinese! Please exchange jerseys with me."
"Long, yeah? What does that mean?"
"This is the nickname given to you by Chinese fans because of their love for you. It comes from your number nine in Milan."
Stretching out his hand to hand over his jersey, Liu Feng solemnly accepted the jersey handed over by Inzaghi. He respected this 36-year-old striker who still had a place in Milan, and he also loved Inzaghi's style of ravaging the opponent's offside line with his smart running.
"Really? It's very interesting. Maybe one day I will go to China to have a look. If players like you can be trained, the football environment there must not be too bad."
"Uh... maybe."
When they both got each other's jerseys, a photographer carrying a camera came over, and Inzaghi directly pulled Liu Feng over to take a photo with him.
"Feng, you are one of the strongest strikers I have ever seen. Even Alexander is not as good as you now. Maybe you can consider coming to Milan. I think my teammates will look forward to your arrival."
After taking a photo together, Inzaghi revealed his inner thoughts in the chat: "We old guys are already very old. Milan needs young people now. There are still too few young people like Kaka and Alexander. If you are willing to come, I think the club will vigorously promote this matter."
"Um, thank you for inviting Pipo, but I haven't thought about transferring yet. I am very happy in Piacenza. Maybe it would be better to talk about it after the season is over?"
Inzaghi smiled when he heard Liu Feng's impeccable answer: "It's a deal, Feng, Milan is a very warm club. Of course, it also has enough strength and ambition. I think if you can come, you will definitely gain a lot."
"I know that, after all, I'm your big fan."
"Big fan of putting on a big four? Hahaha...good luck, kid!"
"Thank you."
The embarrassment on Liu Feng's face slowly disappeared after Inzaghi smiled and walked back to the Milan team with his jersey. In the two rounds against Milan this season, he scored a total of seven goals. This is indeed not like what a super fan would do.
Perhaps, this is the depth of love and the depth of responsibility?
Shaking his head and getting rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, Liu Feng remembered the date he had agreed with Yuan Xiao long before he came to Milan, and his mood instantly became urgent. After simply dealing with the reporters rushing over, he quickly returned to the locker room.
After packing up his things and saying hello to Conte, the excited Liu Feng left the stadium through the San Siro side door in a puff of smoke.
At this moment, the big four or what, it doesn't seem so important anymore.
Chapter 1 here!At that time, Milan had no tendency to decline. I don’t think it’s a big problem to say these words in Jiuye’s tone. Milan really began to decline after winning the Serie A championship in 2012-2013.
(End of this chapter)
"Shh!!!"
After Liu Feng scored the last goal of the game, the time had come to the end. The referee did not let the players of the two teams stand back to kick off, but directly blew the whistle for the end of the game.
And at this moment, the cheers of the Piacenza fans in a corner of the stadium have not even dissipated.
"Feng! This is really, too cool!!!"
After the short-term sentimentality ended, Liu Feng quickly left Milan halftime and returned to his teammates. For a while, other players in Piacenza quickly surrounded him, and Scarpelli jumped directly on his back.
"Big four, if I remember correctly, this is Feng's first big four in Serie A, right?"
Cassia also smiled and communicated with Nainggolan.
"Yes, this is the first one, and it's still against Milan, Feng, you are already a superstar."
"Super Feng, what a fitting title."
"Come on, let's lift up our heroes and take a curtain call with the fans."
In the end, whoever yelled in the crowd, Liu Feng was lifted up by his teammates for the second time in this game, and the Piacenza team quickly came to Piacenza's Expedition fans stand and kept throwing Liu Feng to greet the fans.
"The king of Piacenza! The king of Piacenza!"
In the eager atmosphere, the banners closest to the players in front of the stands were so eye-catching. When Antonio and the diehard fans around him began to shout their latest title for Liu Feng, the whole stand began to emit uniform voices.
"There is no doubt that Afeng has received the love of everyone in Piacenza. Audience friends, let us all give our Chinese player our praise."
In the commentary room, watching what happened on the field, Liu Jianhong's heart was shocked again. He has emphasized more than once before that Liu Feng's status in Piacenza has surpassed any Chinese player who has played or is playing in the five major leagues.
At this time, when the shouts of the King of Piacenza resounded throughout the San Siro Stadium, this statement was greatly confirmed.
On the court, when Liu Feng was thrown to the highest point by his teammates, he also saw Yuan Xiao who was waving a Piacenza scarf to greet him vigorously. Looking at the girl who was proud of herself from the bottom of her heart, the sadness in his heart gradually dissipated.
Starting today, he will no longer be the football boy who still holds the fantasy of his idol in his heart.
Because in the future, countless people will regard him as an idol.
Since it was an away game at this time, Piacenza's celebration did not last too long. When all the dust settled, the Milan players hadn't even left the stadium.
"Pippo!"
In the Piacenza stands, someone yelled, and everyone's attention was shifted to Inzaghi, who took off his jersey and stood quietly watching the celebration in Piacenza.
"Okay guys, put me down, Al, don't you still want to swap jerseys with Maldini? Go ahead."
Liu Feng waved his hands to let his teammates put him down, and then took off his jersey with a smile, staring at the beautiful and explosive muscles, he walked up to Inzaghi with a smile, and then swept behind Inzaghi: "Hello, Mr. Philip. Is Kaka not here?"
"Haha, that guy didn't come, he just asked me to bring you a sentence."
Inzaghi on the side obviously expected Liu Feng to ask such a question, and smiled: "He said next time, he will definitely defeat you himself."
"Hmm, well, I am also looking forward to the next fight."
Hearing what Jiu Ye said, Liu Feng was taken aback for a moment, then thought of the direct conversation with Kaka on the field in this game, he couldn't help shrugging: "Then, Mr. Philip, please allow me to call you Jiu Ye in Chinese! Please exchange jerseys with me."
"Long, yeah? What does that mean?"
"This is the nickname given to you by Chinese fans because of their love for you. It comes from your number nine in Milan."
Stretching out his hand to hand over his jersey, Liu Feng solemnly accepted the jersey handed over by Inzaghi. He respected this 36-year-old striker who still had a place in Milan, and he also loved Inzaghi's style of ravaging the opponent's offside line with his smart running.
"Really? It's very interesting. Maybe one day I will go to China to have a look. If players like you can be trained, the football environment there must not be too bad."
"Uh... maybe."
When they both got each other's jerseys, a photographer carrying a camera came over, and Inzaghi directly pulled Liu Feng over to take a photo with him.
"Feng, you are one of the strongest strikers I have ever seen. Even Alexander is not as good as you now. Maybe you can consider coming to Milan. I think my teammates will look forward to your arrival."
After taking a photo together, Inzaghi revealed his inner thoughts in the chat: "We old guys are already very old. Milan needs young people now. There are still too few young people like Kaka and Alexander. If you are willing to come, I think the club will vigorously promote this matter."
"Um, thank you for inviting Pipo, but I haven't thought about transferring yet. I am very happy in Piacenza. Maybe it would be better to talk about it after the season is over?"
Inzaghi smiled when he heard Liu Feng's impeccable answer: "It's a deal, Feng, Milan is a very warm club. Of course, it also has enough strength and ambition. I think if you can come, you will definitely gain a lot."
"I know that, after all, I'm your big fan."
"Big fan of putting on a big four? Hahaha...good luck, kid!"
"Thank you."
The embarrassment on Liu Feng's face slowly disappeared after Inzaghi smiled and walked back to the Milan team with his jersey. In the two rounds against Milan this season, he scored a total of seven goals. This is indeed not like what a super fan would do.
Perhaps, this is the depth of love and the depth of responsibility?
Shaking his head and getting rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, Liu Feng remembered the date he had agreed with Yuan Xiao long before he came to Milan, and his mood instantly became urgent. After simply dealing with the reporters rushing over, he quickly returned to the locker room.
After packing up his things and saying hello to Conte, the excited Liu Feng left the stadium through the San Siro side door in a puff of smoke.
At this moment, the big four or what, it doesn't seem so important anymore.
Chapter 1 here!At that time, Milan had no tendency to decline. I don’t think it’s a big problem to say these words in Jiuye’s tone. Milan really began to decline after winning the Serie A championship in 2012-2013.
(End of this chapter)
