As soon as he raised his head, he saw Rong Guang's thumbs up at him: "Photo beautifully"

Although Gao Lin still had a sad expression on his face, his heart... was warm.

I've been praised by glory

"But next time I stretch my instep straight and try my best to push the ball down. No one defends you, don't worry..." When Rongguang ran back and passed by him, he whispered to him.

Gao Lin nodded vigorously with excitement: "Yes"

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Clauchen was also applauding on the sidelines, loudly applauding Wei Gaolin.

Feng Mingjian looked back at the audience and found the leaders of the Football Association.

The leaders were also feeling sorry for Gao Lin missing such a good opportunity.

Then he turned his head and looked at Clauchen again.

He rang out what the old man said to him.

"I have confidence in Rong, I have confidence in my players."

Fifteen days... they really did it

Perhaps, this national youth team... is really possible to create history? Beyond the "super Platinum Generation"?

When Feng Mingjian thought of this, his heart suddenly jumped up uncontrollably.

The picture was so beautiful that he didn't even dare to think about it in depth...

It was like a beautiful soap bubble in front of him. He could only see but not touch it. He even had to breathe much lighter. He was afraid that if he accidentally would break the soap bubble, he would not even be able to see the dream bubble at that time.

Chinese football, after so many years of failure, even the courage to fantasy has disappeared...

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Chapter completed!