"They decided that you were doping because they knew you were doping...... Lao Ma said this sentence without beginning or end, but Ling Feng understood that someone had done it to him, and those guys knew this, so they thought that they had taken stimulants, and they couldn't wait to take a urine test.

"There's really no creativity at all!" The old horse jokingly sighed: "Back then, they used ****** to frame me, and finally succeeded in framing me, but after four years, they still used this trick, are they really fools for me?" ”

"Who did it? Who did it? Platini or Jacquet? Ling Feng's face was gloomy and terrifying, he didn't expect that such a despicable method could be used on him, not to mention, Platini and Jachai were both people he respected.

"Probably not, Platini will not use such a despicable trick, it can be seen from that videotape that this thing must have been done by someone from the French Football Association," Lao Ma looked very relaxed: "As for Jacques, that's even more impossible, first of all, he is just a coach, he doesn't have such great power, and it can be seen from his strategy in the game that he has no idea about the core tactics of the Chinese team, if he is the mastermind, the mole will definitely inform Jacques of the news that you are seriously injured, If they put out two strikers when you're not playing, maybe they could settle the game in 20 minutes. ”

Ling Feng nodded to show that he understood, this game can be dragged on with France until the last moment, in addition to Ling Feng's appearance on the field to intense the morale of the Chinese team players, a large part of the factor is the appropriate and reasonable tactical arrangement, Ling Feng's smoke bomb smoked Yakai dizzy, if you want to poison Ling Feng's water or medicine or drop the bag, it must be the personnel within the Chinese team, which is commonly known as the traitor.

"Who is the mole?" Ling Feng's voice seemed to be about to eat people, he couldn't imagine that in the reorganized Chinese national team, someone dared to defy the world's condemnation to frame him!

Doesn't he know that if he really succeeds, what a blow it will be to Ling Feng and Chinese football?!

"You should know," Lao Ma smiled: "Under the pressure of you and me, it is difficult for anyone to do things with such peace of mind, who performed the most abnormally before the game?" ”

"Old Qi!" Ling Feng blurted out, he had always felt that something was wrong with his old relatives before the Sino-French battle, as if the second master, sure enough!

"That's right," the old horse sighed, "but he's not the only one. ”

In Ling Feng's puzzled gaze, Lao Ma took out a newspaper and threw it to Ling Feng, it was the "Team Newspaper" that had just been published today, with the score of the previous game on it.

"What's wrong with you?" The old horse's fingers moved slightly, and gradually slid to this line - "although he lost a goal by Blanco in the first half of the game, it was not his fault".

"Do you mean...... Lao Fan too?! Ling Feng seemed to be blown up by a thunderbolt in the clear sky: "How is it possible!" If it weren't for Lao Fan, we would definitely have conceded more than three goals in this game! ”

'But the responsibility for the first ball was on him, he slipped on purpose, not Blanco. The old horse's voice also raised, but then softened: "He said it himself." ”

Ling Feng sat down on the edge of the bed dejectedly, Lao Fan was the first batch of players to go abroad with him, after training under Santana for half a year, Ling Feng arranged him to Wolfsburg, which was still in the Bundesliga at the time, his performance has been good, except for being short-tempered, in general, he is also an excellent player.

But I didn't expect that, I didn't expect him to release water in the middle of the game?!

"Let them say it for themselves," Lao Ma sighed: "Lao Fan just made a mistake, give him a chance, he performed very well in the second half, he changed, he made up for it, and he also came to me to confess after the game." ”

Ling Feng nodded blankly, Lao Mara opened the door, and Lao Fan and the second master (in order to prevent keyword queries, uh, Lao Bing, I don't need a name, after all, it is a real person, for fear of causing trouble, don't mention the name when you comment) walked in with their heads down.

"Tell me, why?" Ling Feng looked very weak, this kind of blow really made him unable to accept it for a while, and Si Yue supported him wordlessly on the side.

"I'll admit it, I let go of the water in the first half," said Fan Xianxian: "Against Blanco, I deliberately missed the ball, it was him!" ”

Lao Fan angrily pointed at the second master and yelled: "He forced me to do this!" ”

"How did he force you?"

"After the win against Croatia, he came to me and said that he wanted me to see an opportunity to let France go to the final in the match against France, and then promised me a lot of benefits, which I naturally disagreed, but he started to say......" Lao Fan stated, recalling the situation......

"It's impossible!" At that time, Lao Fan yelled at the second master: "How can you do such a thing?!" Are you worthy of everything Ling Feng has done for Chinese football? Everything that is done to us?! Are you worthy of the 1.2 billion Chinese fans who are looking forward to us at home?! ”

"Don't fake your high here." Old Qi crossed Erlang's legs and sneered: "You haven't played match-fixing before? You didn't beat up a teammate when you were in Shenhua? Let me tell you, I know very well about the time when a few of you went to call Miss after drinking, and I still have the photos here, I can't imagine that the photos you took happily at that time were all in my hands. ”

"You mean!" Lao Fan was furious, but his tone was still soft.

"Despicable?" The second master sneered: "You were 5,000 yuan a game, I remember correctly, how many balls did you miss in the backcourt in that game with Bayi?" Not to mention that the soles of your feet were slippery at the time, this kind of thing can't be hidden from me, and you were hit by a cleaner on the street that time, and as a result, you dragged people into the alley and beat them up, although these things were suppressed but I know it! Imagine, the hero who entered the World Cup for the first time, the first batch of potential players sent out by Ling Feng, turned out to be such a dirty person before, who will look up to you in the future? You weren't honest when you were in Wolfsburg, do you dare to say that you didn't beat anyone when you were in Germany? It's just that Ling Feng doesn't know these things, and the fans don't know either, and they were pressed down by you with money! If Ling Feng knew, the first one would have abolished you! ”

"So you agree?" After listening to Lao Fan's words, Ling Feng sneered, "You compromised? I know about you beating people in China, but what's going on in Wolfsburg? ”

"I played my team-mates when I was in Wolfsburg," said Fan as if he were a schoolboy facing a teacher's lecture: "Later, this matter was suppressed by the club's management, I lost some money, apologized, and the player was not a good player and was loaned out." ”

"Why don't I know about this?" Ling Feng was very strange, such a big thing as beating his teammates was regarded as a taboo abroad, and there was no media coverage?

"That player is a mixed-race black man," Lao Ma explained, "There is still racial discrimination in Germany, and the quality of the player itself is not very good, after all, Lao Fan is the only Chinese player in Wolfsburg, and he has created a big Chinese market for the club. ”

"How so?" Ling Feng was very helpless: "What are they to us?" It's short, isn't it? Am I very protective?! ”

When he said this, even the old Qi who was trembling just now couldn't help but tilt his head to look at Ling Feng, and that expression meant, "Don't you protect your shortcomings?" ”

Ling Feng was speechless, he was world-famous for protecting his shortcomings and being cautious, if any of his brothers were bullied, then Ling Feng would be crazy to help them avenge - many clubs were inhumane by Ling Feng because they accidentally said the wrong word.

In fact, Ling Feng's requirements for the Chinese team members are still very strict, and he just doesn't want to watch his brother being bullied - these are obviously two different things, but he made it look like today.

"I was really hesitant when the second master said this," Lao Fan continued: "Li Weifeng's experience is there, if this matter is poked out by him, I can't explain it to the fans, and you may directly drive me back to China, maybe I will never be included in the national team in the future." ”

"Then have you ever thought about what kind of fate you would have if we knew about match-fixing?" Siyue finally spoke, she felt that Lao Fan was still excusable, after all, he couldn't help himself.

"If I don't say it, if the second master doesn't say it, you won't know." Lao Fan's face flashed a self-deprecating smile: "I'm sure that there will be no loopholes in my fake fall and slipping action, this was practiced when I played match-fixing, I waited for Blanco to hit me before I fell, this situation is very common on the court." ”

"I want to know why you changed in the second half," Ling Feng's expression softened a little, maybe he also thought that what Lao Fan said was the truth: "Team Newspaper gave you a score of 6.5, this score is very high for a defender, if the defender doesn't score, then only if he performs quite well when defending can he get this score, I admit, if it wasn't for your active scramble in the second half, the gate would have been lost a long time ago, and, Diego just said, you said it yourself, what do you mean?" ”

"After the game, I went to Diego to turn himself in, at that time you went to the hospital, I didn't know about it, I confessed all the incidents to Diego," Lao Fan smiled bitterly: "You are so seriously injured and still insist on playing, if I do something sorry for the Chinese team, I will not be a person." ”

"You're not afraid that your relatives will threaten you?" Ling Feng glanced at the second master who was trembling and sneered.

"What else is there to be afraid of, I have done everything, anyway, I can't make a mistake again, and I will bear what happens next."

"It's really quite righteous and awe-inspiring," Ling Feng sneered, making people unable to see what he was thinking, in fact, although he was more annoyed by Lao Fan's match-fixing and the previous beatings, but anyway, he made up for it, he didn't go wrong, Ling Feng's heart was also a little better, just the second master......

"Old Qi," Ling Feng sighed and said: "I treat you well, I still remember your achievements back then, that Asian Cup, if you didn't join forces with me in time, it would not be easy to solve the problems in the Chinese team at that time, not to mention that the trick you played at that time also made Tianmu a heel, why are you now, and now you want to frame me in turn?" ”

Seeing that the old Qi didn't answer, Ling Feng continued: "Is it because of the head coach of the Chinese national team?" You should also understand me, the results are the most important, your ability is better than Diego, you know in your heart, that is not a grade, in this case I can't ask you to be the head coach of the national team, didn't I tell you, I have arranged a European club for you, although it is not strong, but it is a very training place, you go there to practice for a few years, if the level is enough, you still have a chance in the 02 World Cup, why do you do this? ”

"Why am I doing this? Why should I do this? Lao Qi smiled bitterly and repeated it a few times, and he looked a little crazy: "Money, I'm for money!" ”

Then he pointed at Ling Feng's nose and yelled, "You have money!" You can do anything! Do you know the pain of not having money! Did You Know? ”

Everyone was speechless, and the whole ward heard the second master roaring there alone - fortunately, the sound insulation effect of the special care ward is very good, even if it is crazy inside, there is no sound outside.

"You!" The second boss pointed at Ling Feng's nose: "You have found a good wife, the largest shareholder of Dell, the chairman of the S.P Foundation, a figure on the Forbes list, and the richest man in China now!" You've got money! Whatever you want to do, just use the money to smash it! Tens of millions are not in your eyes! ”

"I don't compare you with a rich man like you, and I admit that I can't compare to you, not to mention an industry as big as S.P, it's your salary as a player, 20,000 a week, pounds! I'm not as good as you! "Lao Qi has entered a hysterical state, as if he has vented all his anger.

"I'm only a month, I used to be the head coach of the Chinese national team, so famous, my salary is only a little more than 10,000 a month! Renminbi! Yes, I'll admit it, I'm paid more than a lot of people, but so what? You casually kicked me off the stage, and I drank the northwest wind to go to me! ”

"And you!" The second master sneered and pointed at the old horse and scolded - Si Yue acted as a translator on the side: "Maradona, I know that you are the king of the ball, I know that you have achieved amazing results when you were coaching in Florence, so what?" is also the head coach of the Chinese national team, you get 100,000 a week! I only get 10,000 a month! You can still shoot commercials, you are the king of the ball! Your fame is money! What about me, who would find a guy who has been ousted from power to shoot an advertisement?! You said! You said! ”

"And you! Old Fan! The second master then scolded: "You are dragging it like 2580000 in China, and you are only a first- or third-rate player in the world!" You are a cow in Wolfsburg, and you are still the second captain in the team, with a weekly salary of 9,000 marks, which is equivalent to 45,000 yuan! There is also an image fee! Advertising Fee! That's not all! Why do you take so much money? Why do I take less than you?! ”

"My son wants to go abroad and study abroad, but I, the father, don't have the money to go abroad for him!" The second master then roared angrily: "I, the head coach of the Chinese national team, have no money at all!" Study abroad, at least 300,000 RMB a year! Where did I get the money to send him out! ”

"You rich people don't know the pain of a rich man like me!" When the second master squatted on the ground with his head in his hands and said such a sentence in pain, Ling Feng and the others couldn't help but feel a little funny, you have no money like this, so what are so many children in China who can't even eat enough to eat?

"So you sold us, didn't you?" Seeing that the second master was sitting on the ground and crying like a child, Ling Feng said without a trace of emotion: "French Football Association or FIFA?" How much money was given to you? ”

"A million dollars, plus a guarantee to send my son to the University of Paris." The second master sat on the ground paralyzed, and the roar just now used all his strength, and he now felt like a dying old man: "As for who it is, I don't know, and the other party didn't say anything, the money has been directly transferred to an account in a Swiss bank, and my son's admission letter can also come down after the matter is completed." ”

"Old Qi, old Qi," Ling Feng stood up: "We don't have any chance of winning this game, I can understand that you arranged for Lao Fan to play match-fixing, after all, the French were worried that something would happen to my side and eliminated them." If you sell a ticket to a World Cup final for a million dollars, I think the price is reasonable, but you tell me, why poison my water, not poison, doping? ”

Ling Feng continued, "Don't you know what I'm worth? The transfer fee must be at least 50 million US dollars, and if you do this, it will be equivalent to hurting me for the rest of my life, just one million, don't you think you are very worthwhile? ”

"Poisoning...... Stimulant. The old Qi silently read it a few times, and suddenly got up from the ground, as if he was returning to the light, and pointed at Ling Feng and scolded: "I am the one who harms you!" You dictator of Chinese football! I regret why I helped you at that time, helping you become the Mussolini of Chinese football now! Hitler! ”