Chapter 426 Happy Holidays
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San Bi Xiao Dao Li
Chapter 426 Happy Holidays
On the field, the Piacenza players went completely crazy after Liu Feng scored the last goal. Led by Scarpelli, the most playful, they rushed to Liu Feng's side and knelt down neatly on one knee.
Such a unique celebratory action just catered to the shout of "King of Piacenza" roared out by the Piacenza Expeditionary Army at the moment. For a while, countless flash lights lit up on the court, and all reporters and media dared not miss a minute and a second, completely preserving the appearance of everyone on the court.
"45 goals and 16 assists, this is the answer sheet that Afeng handed over in his debut season in Serie A."
As the camera gradually zoomed out on the court, Liu Jianhong's figure appeared on the screen. At this moment, his eyes were slightly flushed: "Please allow me to clean up my emotions a little bit."
Looking at Liu Feng's final frame on the big screen behind him, Liu Jianhong's voice became a little choked up. At this moment, countless Chinese fans sitting in front of the TV as if they were dreaming had the same reaction as him.
"Afeng, already this season, has broken the record that all Chinese players can create in the five major leagues. He is destined to become a milestone in the history of Chinese football."
Although Liu Feng has not had any group honors this season, it does not affect his status in the hearts of Chinese fans. Anyone with a little common sense understands how difficult it is for a newly promoted horse to gain a foothold in the league, let alone finally directly get the second place in the league.
According to Liu Feng's data, he has participated in almost all of Piacenza's decent offenses this season, averaging 1.2 goals and 0.4 assists per game. Liu Feng is the biggest contributor to Piacenza's ability to do this on the basis of such a young lineup and even the fact that the coach has just ushered in his debut season in Serie A.
When the Piacenza players began to celebrate, the game time had come to an end, and the referee on duty had no idea of restarting the kick-off, and instead of asking the players to stand back, he blew his whistle directly.
"Okay, the game is over. The Genoa team lost the game in bed with a big score of 1:5. In this game, they paid the corresponding price for their reckless fouls. On Piacenza's side, A Feng seized every opportunity created by his teammates for his five sons."
Briefly summed up the situation of the game. Due to the limited time of the director, Liu Jianhong had no time to continue expressing his feelings in the commentary room. He immediately read out the conclusion quickly, and then CCTV switched the signal to other events.
"Friends from the audience, it's a great honor to spend the entire pleasant season of Serie A from 2008 to 2009 with you. I believe that this is a memorable season for each of us. The Chinese player Liu Feng has created many good memories for us. See you next season. I am the commentator Liu Jianhong..."
Walking out of the commentary room, Liu Jianhong immediately picked up his mobile phone. After work, he quickly joined the increasingly lively football forums and post bars. He still had nothing to say about Liu Feng's fifth son's admission and the record he set.
This day was May 2009, 5, and countless Chinese fans stayed up all night.
Even some middle-aged uncles rarely ran to the bar where the fans gathered to have a good drink. Everyone talked about that proud name, and they couldn't restrain their smiles and joy from the heart.
But in the distant Piacenza, Liu Feng was stopped by countless media present as soon as he got off the court.
After the Chinese player completed the feat of becoming five sons, the reporters had endless questions. Each of them knew that tomorrow, this young player with an obvious green face would once again appear on the front pages of the world's major newspapers.
When Liu Feng finished dealing with the media and returned to the locker room, he was molested by his teammates again. The group made a fuss in the visiting team locker room provided by Genoa for a long time before leaving and went to the airport to board the plane and go home.
Considering the exhaustion of the players after the game, the club did not arrange for the fans to pick them up from the airport. Therefore, the players in Piacenza also had a good time. They returned to the training base after [-]:[-] local time and sat in the conference room for the last time this season.
"Boys, you did a great job!" Standing in front of the players, Conte glanced at everyone with a smile: "This is a very, very successful season for each of us."
"Of course, coach. You know, I never even dreamed that I would be in my current position!" Scapelli yelled first: "Second in Serie A, this is really, if I remember correctly, it should be the club's best result."
"Haha, it's a pity that Inter Milan is too stable this season, otherwise we might not be able to~" Cassia took over Scarpelli's words and continued. He paused at the end and did not continue, but everyone present knew what he wanted to say.
Thinking of that possibility, everyone's heartbeats involuntarily accelerated a little.
"Ahem." Conte obviously fell into that kind of reverie for a short time, and he coughed to draw everyone's attention back: "It's really wonderful, but we still have to accept the reality."
"Hahaha……"
"I think everyone has become very accustomed to me arranging next week's training after each game after a season." After a pause, Conte directly placed the tactical board next to him in a corner of the conference room.
"But today, it's different, because we have no more games to play, and waiting for you is a long holiday."
"Yes!"
The joyful atmosphere among the players was so strong that it couldn't be melted away, and everyone had a completely relaxed expression on their faces.
"That's right, you are on vacation from today." Sitting on the front row of the player's seat, Conte stretched his waist: "My request to you is very simple, control your weight during the holiday, keep exercising, and the rest is to enjoy your holiday."
As he spoke, Conte looked directly at Liu Feng, who was sitting between Cassia and Scarpelli and smiled: "Well, especially Feng, I hope you have a good rest for at least a month. I know that Chinese people admire hard work, but Feng, please believe me, you need to take a good rest."
"Um, good boss!" Liu Feng, who was planning to continue to invite Claudio to be his personal trainer during the holidays, was taken aback by the sudden name call. Looking at Conte's very serious eyes, he understood that the coach expressed his opinion from the bottom of his heart: "I will take a good rest first."
"Well, well then, you can go home!!! Haha, happy holidays!"
"Happy Holidays, Boss!"
This thing about Ozil is really disgusting to me (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻, I liked him so much before. Personal preferences can never override the country. Today I completely blocked this player. And because this ratio is related to the follow-up development, the knife official needs to spend time to revise the outline. The update may be late these days, everyone forgive me.
(End of this chapter)
On the field, the Piacenza players went completely crazy after Liu Feng scored the last goal. Led by Scarpelli, the most playful, they rushed to Liu Feng's side and knelt down neatly on one knee.
Such a unique celebratory action just catered to the shout of "King of Piacenza" roared out by the Piacenza Expeditionary Army at the moment. For a while, countless flash lights lit up on the court, and all reporters and media dared not miss a minute and a second, completely preserving the appearance of everyone on the court.
"45 goals and 16 assists, this is the answer sheet that Afeng handed over in his debut season in Serie A."
As the camera gradually zoomed out on the court, Liu Jianhong's figure appeared on the screen. At this moment, his eyes were slightly flushed: "Please allow me to clean up my emotions a little bit."
Looking at Liu Feng's final frame on the big screen behind him, Liu Jianhong's voice became a little choked up. At this moment, countless Chinese fans sitting in front of the TV as if they were dreaming had the same reaction as him.
"Afeng, already this season, has broken the record that all Chinese players can create in the five major leagues. He is destined to become a milestone in the history of Chinese football."
Although Liu Feng has not had any group honors this season, it does not affect his status in the hearts of Chinese fans. Anyone with a little common sense understands how difficult it is for a newly promoted horse to gain a foothold in the league, let alone finally directly get the second place in the league.
According to Liu Feng's data, he has participated in almost all of Piacenza's decent offenses this season, averaging 1.2 goals and 0.4 assists per game. Liu Feng is the biggest contributor to Piacenza's ability to do this on the basis of such a young lineup and even the fact that the coach has just ushered in his debut season in Serie A.
When the Piacenza players began to celebrate, the game time had come to an end, and the referee on duty had no idea of restarting the kick-off, and instead of asking the players to stand back, he blew his whistle directly.
"Okay, the game is over. The Genoa team lost the game in bed with a big score of 1:5. In this game, they paid the corresponding price for their reckless fouls. On Piacenza's side, A Feng seized every opportunity created by his teammates for his five sons."
Briefly summed up the situation of the game. Due to the limited time of the director, Liu Jianhong had no time to continue expressing his feelings in the commentary room. He immediately read out the conclusion quickly, and then CCTV switched the signal to other events.
"Friends from the audience, it's a great honor to spend the entire pleasant season of Serie A from 2008 to 2009 with you. I believe that this is a memorable season for each of us. The Chinese player Liu Feng has created many good memories for us. See you next season. I am the commentator Liu Jianhong..."
Walking out of the commentary room, Liu Jianhong immediately picked up his mobile phone. After work, he quickly joined the increasingly lively football forums and post bars. He still had nothing to say about Liu Feng's fifth son's admission and the record he set.
This day was May 2009, 5, and countless Chinese fans stayed up all night.
Even some middle-aged uncles rarely ran to the bar where the fans gathered to have a good drink. Everyone talked about that proud name, and they couldn't restrain their smiles and joy from the heart.
But in the distant Piacenza, Liu Feng was stopped by countless media present as soon as he got off the court.
After the Chinese player completed the feat of becoming five sons, the reporters had endless questions. Each of them knew that tomorrow, this young player with an obvious green face would once again appear on the front pages of the world's major newspapers.
When Liu Feng finished dealing with the media and returned to the locker room, he was molested by his teammates again. The group made a fuss in the visiting team locker room provided by Genoa for a long time before leaving and went to the airport to board the plane and go home.
Considering the exhaustion of the players after the game, the club did not arrange for the fans to pick them up from the airport. Therefore, the players in Piacenza also had a good time. They returned to the training base after [-]:[-] local time and sat in the conference room for the last time this season.
"Boys, you did a great job!" Standing in front of the players, Conte glanced at everyone with a smile: "This is a very, very successful season for each of us."
"Of course, coach. You know, I never even dreamed that I would be in my current position!" Scapelli yelled first: "Second in Serie A, this is really, if I remember correctly, it should be the club's best result."
"Haha, it's a pity that Inter Milan is too stable this season, otherwise we might not be able to~" Cassia took over Scarpelli's words and continued. He paused at the end and did not continue, but everyone present knew what he wanted to say.
Thinking of that possibility, everyone's heartbeats involuntarily accelerated a little.
"Ahem." Conte obviously fell into that kind of reverie for a short time, and he coughed to draw everyone's attention back: "It's really wonderful, but we still have to accept the reality."
"Hahaha……"
"I think everyone has become very accustomed to me arranging next week's training after each game after a season." After a pause, Conte directly placed the tactical board next to him in a corner of the conference room.
"But today, it's different, because we have no more games to play, and waiting for you is a long holiday."
"Yes!"
The joyful atmosphere among the players was so strong that it couldn't be melted away, and everyone had a completely relaxed expression on their faces.
"That's right, you are on vacation from today." Sitting on the front row of the player's seat, Conte stretched his waist: "My request to you is very simple, control your weight during the holiday, keep exercising, and the rest is to enjoy your holiday."
As he spoke, Conte looked directly at Liu Feng, who was sitting between Cassia and Scarpelli and smiled: "Well, especially Feng, I hope you have a good rest for at least a month. I know that Chinese people admire hard work, but Feng, please believe me, you need to take a good rest."
"Um, good boss!" Liu Feng, who was planning to continue to invite Claudio to be his personal trainer during the holidays, was taken aback by the sudden name call. Looking at Conte's very serious eyes, he understood that the coach expressed his opinion from the bottom of his heart: "I will take a good rest first."
"Well, well then, you can go home!!! Haha, happy holidays!"
"Happy Holidays, Boss!"
This thing about Ozil is really disgusting to me (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻, I liked him so much before. Personal preferences can never override the country. Today I completely blocked this player. And because this ratio is related to the follow-up development, the knife official needs to spend time to revise the outline. The update may be late these days, everyone forgive me.
(End of this chapter)
