Ling Feng had already informed Si Yue to handle this plan before he came, and with the appreciation of Dell's stock, Ling Feng's 70 million francs had increased more than six times in total, and Si Yue had only allocated 10 million US dollars from it to the São Paulo Club, and then Ling Feng was solely responsible for all the rest of the arrangements.

Ten million dollars is nothing for large European clubs, but clubs in the Americas are different, 10 million is enough for Sao Paulo's expenses for three years, of course, if you want to bring in players, it is another matter, but most of the players of these clubs are excellent young players who are cultivated by themselves or poached from smaller clubs, and a large part of their funds are sold to European clubs at a high price after training players.

Not...... The equivalent of human traffickers.

Ten million dollars directly smashed Marcello, the chairman of São Paulo, unconscious, originally Marcello had secretly made up his mind, for the sake of money, no matter what excessive requirements Ling Feng had, he would try his best to agree, and if he couldn't get along with money, he would not be able to get along with himself, this is the motto of this profiteer.

However, Ling Feng's request was too ...... It's simple, first of all, arrange for the first team of São Paulo to play a match with a team from China to the best of their ability; Then, we will work together to build a training base for young players, and use the training methods of São Paulo to train Chinese players who will come to Brazil in the future.

These conditions were too lenient, and Marcello's eyes had already begun to glow, but Ling Feng put forward another condition next, and after thinking about it for a long time, Marcello finally gritted his teeth and agreed......

Ling Feng and his entourage entered the Forest Mansion Stadium, and it was the first time for the children to enter the main stadium in São Paulo, and they immediately gathered in groups of three or five and muttered quietly, Li Jinyu, a lawless guy, also secretly ran on the turf and stepped on it a few times, and then ran down and muttered to his teammates how good this turf was better than the one they trained.

"Hello Mr. Santana, I'm Ling Feng, and this is Zhu Guanglu, the head coach of our youth team in Brazil." Ling Feng took the lead in walking up to greet an old man in his sixties, and opened his arms to make a hug.

"Ling, hello," Santana looked old and strong, and hugged Ling Feng with a smile, "I heard what Marcelo said, don't worry, we will definitely show all our strength." ”

Santana turned around and shook Zhu Guanglu's hand, and said with a smile: "Hello, please give me a lot of advice later." ”

The muscles on Zhu Guanglu's face trembled twice, and he glanced at Ling Feng hatefully, what is a lot of advice, the opponent is one of the strongest teams in the Brazilian Professional League, if you want to advise, they should be the ones who want to teach themselves, Ling Feng, isn't this guy making it clear that he will be embarrassed.

Ling Feng's face was absolutely thick when it should have been thick, and he turned a blind eye to Zhu Guanglu's murderous eyes, but said to Santana with a smile: "Coach Zhu's Portuguese is not very good, what he means is that I hope you can train our players well, and don't show mercy when you see them weak." ”

Zhu Guanglu's teeth itched, he has lived in Brazil for two years, he knows Portuguese more or less, he can hear Ling Feng's words clearly, what does it mean not to be merciful? If the opponent lets go of his hands and feet, even if you Ling Feng is not enough to slaughter.

Santana is in his sixties, as the world's top coach and led the Brazilian team to two World Cups, he can also be said to be an old man, how can he not see the difference in the expressions of the two? However, he probably pretended not to see it, and just asked with a smile: "Ling, your Portuguese is really good, as good as your skills." ”

"It's all handed over to me by Rayi's seniors," Ling Feng said with a smile, the other party praised his Portuguese language and skills, he easily put a big hat on Rayi, according to his words, not only Portuguese, but also the technology was handed over by Rayi, and Santana was Rai's mentor, so he also gave Santana a big hat to wear.

The veteran Santana naturally knew Ling Feng's pun, but he also knew that according to the video, Rai was not as good as this young man in terms of technology or other aspects. Thousands of wears, sycophants don't wear, although it is a compliment, but he also happily accepts it.

"Okay, Ling, our boys over there are a little impatient, you can ask your teammates to prepare, and we will start the game in half an hour, okay?"

"Of course, I'm sorry for delaying everyone's precious time."

"No, no, it's an honor for them to be able to compete with the current No. 1 newcomer in the world, and I hope you can help me train them well."

"No, Mr. Santana," Ling Feng replied with a smile, "I have no intention of playing. ”

"What?" Santana and Zhu Guanglu exclaimed at the same time, but one was Portuguese and the other was Chinese.

"Ling Feng, what are you kidding?" Zhu Guanglu's brows were about to wrinkle into lumps, he still didn't understand what Ling Feng wanted to do.

"Ling, why don't you play?" Santana was also puzzled.

'I mean, hopefully you can work on these players, I'm not going to play, at least not in the first half, I want them to be aware of their shortcomings.' Ling Feng said to Santana very sincerely, but he glanced at Zhu Guanglu with his eyes, and the meaning was obvious: "Sample, understand, right?" ”

"So?!" Santana suddenly said, "But you have to play in the second half, otherwise it's really unfair to us." ”

"Definitely!" Ling Feng said with a smile.

Hearing the news that Ling Feng was not playing, the Jianlibao youngsters were in an uproar, if Ling Feng was there, then there would be a dozen in the game, but he didn't expect to play, how could this game be played?

"It's all quiet!" Ling Feng let out a loud roar that immediately quieted down all the Jianlibao juniors, "Look at what you look like?" Putting aside whether you can win or not, look at your own attitude, what kind of football do you play without even the confidence to win? The opponent is only Sao Paulo, Brazil's professional team, if you don't even have the belief to beat them, how can you face a stronger opponent? What about meeting the Brazilian national team? ”

Ling Feng's words were still very effective, and the nervousness and panic on Jianlibao's face were gone, replaced by solemnity and confidence.

"I admit that Chinese football is not as good as Brazil, but it can't be compared to the current and can't be compared in the future? You answer me, are you men? ”

"Yes!" The youngsters let out a roar of rage.

"Do you want to take on the mission of revitalizing Chinese football?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to stand on the top of world football like me and defeat all your opponents?"

"Yes!"

"Good!" Ling Feng nodded with satisfaction, "You remember, the big deal is losing!" Lose with dignity! The gap in strength cannot be bridged overnight, but you are still young, your future is bright, as long as you work hard, I promise here, I will take you to the European arena to break into your own world! ”

"Yay!" The youngsters erupted in earth-shattering cheers, the European League, the place they longed for, no player wanted to miss such an opportunity, especially when Ling Feng had achieved unprecedented success in the European arena.

Zhu Guanglu had already understood Ling Feng's intentions at this time, he specially came to Brazil to train these most promising Chinese players, and looking at Sao Paulo's reaction, Ling Feng must have given them a lot of benefits, this money must have been paid by Ling Feng alone, such a player, when he was successful, he had not forgotten his motherland, which is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

Ordinary players can only drive the progress of their own football through their own success at most, and for China, this method is like a drop in the bucket, so Ling Feng found himself to build China's first overseas legion.

"It would be great if China had a few more players like Ling Feng!" Zhu Guanglu couldn't help but think, but he also knew that he was a utopian dream, in terms of technique alone, Ling Feng could be said to be a talented player who only came out in fifty years, let alone someone with such dedication as him.

With the encouragement of Ling Feng, the young players of Jianlibao finally overcame their inferiority complex and resolutely walked onto the court, and at this time the players of São Paulo also came to the field, and with the referee of the guest appearance of the assistant coach of São Paulo, the game officially began.

Jianlibao served first, Li Jinyu sent the ball, and the youngsters hit the ball to Zheng Bin on the side after a few passes in the midfield, who sprinted from the side to the bottom line.

Zheng Bin's speed is still good, he has been running 30 meters from the midfield to bring the ball to the side, but the way to pass is really simple, that is, stop the ball, start, and disguise.

It's just that the last pass is a little big, Li Jinyu in the middle jumped high but has not yet reached the ball, the ball was cleared to the midfield by the defenders of Sao Paulo, and their No. 10 easily unloaded the ball, flashed Li Tie who pounced, and immediately began to counterattack.

Ling Feng frowned a little when he watched from the side, Jianlibao youngster's style of play is too simple, the middle is the middle, the side is the side, and it is impossible to form an effective killing move, it is estimated that many of their goals are scored by luck to make the defender make mistakes.

Looking at the cooperation of the Sao Paulo team, their midfield connection and passing are very good, basically a one-foot pass, and only when they hit the wing, they will pass appropriately.

Ling Feng has been paying attention to the opponent's No. 11 player, he doesn't know anything about Sao Paulo, so he doesn't know any players except for head coach Santana, but that No. 11 player makes him feel very familiar, and his skills are the best in the whole team of Sao Paulo, but Ling Feng can't remember who he is for a while.

Soon, the Sao Paulo team grasped the initiative on the field, and under their rhythmic style of play, Jianlibao's youngsters could only be exhausted most of the time, even if they grabbed the ball, they could not organize an effective attack.

Zhu Guanglu's face turned blue at this time, although he knew that his disciples had a certain gap from the St. Paul's team, how could he know that the real gap was so big, his disciples couldn't organize effective offensive cooperation on the field at all, plus Ling Feng glanced at himself with a thief's eyes from time to time next to him, Zhu Guanglu really wanted to learn from the ostrich and buried his head in the soil.

After five minutes of defense by the Jianlibao players on the field, they finally couldn't stand it.

It was the No. 11 player that Ling Feng paid attention to, after getting the ball on the left side, he broke through two people in a row, and when facing Li Weifeng's final defense, he suddenly stepped on a bicycle, unlike Ling Feng's bicycle, his speed was faster, the amplitude was greater, and the feints were more realistic.

Li Weifeng was pitiful and lost his center and fell to the ground after being flashed twice in a row by the opponent, the No. 11 immediately rushed into the penalty area, and after taking a step sideways, he kicked the goal, Li Leilei struggled to save but had no effect, and the ball grazed his fingers and flew into the gate.

0：1！ In the first five minutes, the Jianlibao team conceded a goal first.

Ling Feng looked at the No. 11 consecutive bicycle passer, and a name suddenly appeared in his mind, and he was surprised: "It turned out to be him!" ”

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