Ling Feng didn’t know that the domestic media and fans were crazy!

Since the Football newspaper published the news that Ling Feng scored two goals and one assist in the first game, fans across China have begun to pay attention to the inconspicuous Ligue 1 League that was previously watched. Such a good opportunity cannot be spared for merchants who aim to make money. So teams of negotiators went to Paris to negotiate TV broadcasts and other matters.

After Ling Feng's hometown learned that Ling Feng had become famous, a series of celebrations were carried out enthusiastically, and even changed the name of the city stadium to "Lingfeng Stadium". When Ling Feng, who was far away in Paris, did not know that such a thing was happening, several of his "guardians" represented Ling Feng without hesitation at the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

It’s not their fault that the city leaders have finally produced a football genius in their city. If you don’t promote it carefully, what’s the right thing for me? Besides, it’s not their fault that I can’t contact Ling Feng. Who made that unscrupulous boy lose his news as soon as he arrived in Paris, and he would call one of them occasionally, and he didn’t leave any of his contact information...

When people learned that Ling Feng was the genius boy who first proposed the professionalization of the league a few years ago, Ling Feng's fame was raised to an unprecedented level. The A-A League has been started for a year and Dalian Wanda won the first championship. However, the A-A League, which is too low, has never aroused the interest of fans. In addition to the sensation at the beginning, the fans' enthusiasm gradually became dull. A league where a short man chose a general is really unpleasant.

Ling Feng's appearance made the fans' attention turn to foreign countries. Chinese people can also score goals in the European League, and score two at a time. This is the first time in history.

Major media sent reporters to Paris, hoping to obtain first-hand information first-hand information before competitors. For a time, there were three times more Chinese people near Prince Park.

Ling Feng was no longer willing to accept any interviews. He said everything he could say. The reporter could do whatever he could. He was just doing it all day long. He hid in the special car specially prepared by the club for him, making the reporters lose one by one.

There are also many reporters who want to forcefully rush into the training ground to find Ling Feng, hoping that Ling Feng can give some face to accept the interview for the sake of his fellow villagers, but after seeing the two tall French strong men at the door, they all gave up this idea...

Ling Feng didn't care about them. Fernandez had just found him and told him that he would start the game against Monaco the day after tomorrow, with a shadow striker, partnering with Mboma and Layi.

Back at the dormitory, Ling Feng was still thinking about how to tear the Monaco's defense the day after tomorrow. Anelka suddenly said: "Ling, don't you want to stay in Paris?"

Ling Feng was stunned: "Nicholas, why do you say that? I live a good life in Paris."

"But you only signed a contract for three years, Fernandez told me." Anelka sat in front of Ling Feng and said seriously: "Three years later, you are not 19 years old. Do you want to transfer at that time?"

"Nicholas," Ling Feng paused, "How much do you know about Chinese football?"

"China?" Anelka thought about it carefully and said hesitantly: "Ling, sorry, to be honest, I know nothing except you."

"You don't have to be sorry," Ling Feng smiled bitterly: "This is the fact. It's almost 40 years. China has been fighting for the World Cup for almost 40 years, but it has never entered the final stage. I admit that China's football level is indeed very low."

"Ling, you don't have to be sad. All this is not your own problem."

"But that's my motherland!" Ling Feng looked very excited: "I know that there are many people in Europe with dual nationalities, and many players from Africa have European household registrations. In order to prove themselves in the world, they gave up their previous countries and joined the European football power. Of course, these are also related to historical colonies.

"But our China is different. The blood flowing from our body makes it impossible for us to give up our motherland. No matter how weak or bad our country is, as a Chinese, we always put our motherland first."

Anelka looked at Ling Feng excitedly and resonated with his words. France's honor was often educated by his parents and elders, but it was not as clear as Ling Feng said. He did not think there was anything wrong with those players who changed their nationality.

After pausing, Ling Feng continued: "As the first player to play football in Europe, I know that the burden on me is very heavy. Here, I represent 1.2 billion Chinese people. Behind me are 1.2 billion Chinese people paying attention to my development and my growth. I want to prove to the world that Chinese people can also become excellent players. China is not a wild country of football!"

Anelka was speechless. He pondered for a while before asking slowly: "Ling, I respect your idea of ​​enhancing glory to the country, but I still have a question." Looking at Ling Feng's expression of saying something, Anelka asked embarrassedly: "But you haven't explained why you left Saint-Germain yet, right?"

Ling Feng is absolutely defeated! Anelka is really a stupid bull. No wonder people say that there are only two people who use their brains to play football in French history, one is Platini and the other is Zidane. As expected, what they say is true...

"My ultimate goal is to win the league championship of the top five European leagues!" Ling Feng said in a shocking way. Anelka choked his throat and coughed for a long time.

"Ling? You have to participate in the Ligue 1, Bundesliga, La Liga, Premier League and Serie A, and all win the championship?" Anelka's facial expression can only be described in the words "wonderful". "Ling, your thoughts are amazing!"

"Is it amazing?" Ling Feng smiled, showing strong confidence in his words: "That's fun!"

Looking at Anelka's surprised expression, Ling Feng asked with a smile: "What do you think of my skills?"

"Of course it's good, but Ling, you can't represent a team alone, you have to be clear."

"Of course I know, but you said that if I grew up in Paris for two years and achieved a drop of backlight, no matter which team I go, no one would want me, right?"

"Of course! Unless that head coach is blind, how could he not want you? Of course, the premise is that they don't know you're only in that team for a year."

"Isn't that enough? I can go to Bayern Munich in the Bundesliga, I can go to Real Madrid or Barcelona in La Liga, I can go to Manchester United or Arsenal in the Premier League, Serie A is easier, I don't think I'm not welcomed by Milan and Juventus. If this happens, will it be difficult for me to win the championship in the five major leagues?"

Anelka calculated what the "No, no" meant by her fingers, and exclaimed: "Ling! You are a rogue! If you speculate like this, I really doubt that you can't get anything besides the World Cup championship."

Anelka's words hit Ling Feng's heart like lightning, "Yes, the World Cup champion, if I can't get this, what's the use of me to get more trophys?"

Anelka also realized that he had said the wrong thing, scratched his head, and quickly changed the topic: "Ling, you said that you won the championship of the top five European leagues, so how will it help your country?"

Ling Feng smiled bitterly: "You don't know the character of our country. In some aspects, we have lost the glory of our motherland. I went abroad alone to play a leading role for everyone, let China understand the world and let the world understand China. I believe that through my efforts, countless people will follow my footsteps. By that time, China, a country with a population of 1.2 billion, will become a football power in the world, and no one can underestimate her anymore!"

Although he didn't understand Ling Feng's words very much, Anelka felt that Ling Feng's figure was much taller than usual: "Maybe, this is his excellent motivation."

Monaco is actually not a French city. Like Liechtenstein and San Marino, it is one of the few pocket countries in Europe. It is a Catholic country, and tourism and breeding industries are important sources of Monaco's income.

Because Monaco's country is too small and there is only one football club, Monaco participates in the French Football League. It is also the richest principality in Europe. The great merchants are willing to choose the scenic Monaco as their homeland, which makes Monaco a garden of Eden that integrates the cultures of various ethnic groups. It also determines that Monaco must rely on talented foreign players to conquer the world.

The biggest brand in Monaco is now Arsenal head coach Wenger, and Weiah has gradually grown under Wenger's training.

However, Monaco now has no big-name players, but their home court advantage is still very obvious.

Saint-Germain arrived in Monaco on Friday, and the preparations before the game were necessary. Ling Feng, who played away for the first time, remembered the "unfair" treatment Ausser suffered at home in the last game, and couldn't help but feel palpitations.

When he arrived at the Louis II Stadium named after the local royal family, Ling Feng experienced a different style. Unlike the shy romance of Paris girls, the female fans in Monaco are more enthusiastic and unrestrained like American fans.

Anelka ignored Ling Feng's wise sense of recognition and blasted him: "Stop pretending to be an expert, as long as you are not blind, you can see that the female fans in Paris are dressed like professional models, while the female fans in Monaco obviously came back from the beach after sunbathing, and the bikini has not been replaced yet."

Lai smiled and looked at the hot Monaco girls, and smiled and said to everyone: "One day you come to Brazil, I will take you to see the sexy Brazilian girls."

Djokaf and Rama nodded with great interest. Ling Feng and Anelka ran aside to watch the stadium, while Mbma tilted his head and began to miss them in Cameroon's grass dance...

Because the club's concern for the safety of the players, Ling Feng did not fulfill his wish to visit Monaco. Ling Feng was so angry that he began to consider adding the contract that the club would give him a special holiday so that he could travel to major cities during away games.

Of course, it's just thinking about it...

After two days of training to adapt to the venue, Ling Feng felt that the turf at Louis II Stadium was even better than that of Saint-Germain.

"It's true that he is rich!" Ling Feng couldn't help but sigh, but forgot that he was considered a rich man...

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