However, Li Feng lost in the end. Although Li Feng didn't want to admit it, he knew very well that in his heart that in table tennis, he was indeed not as good as General Fan. 『81』    Wen Ω『Δ    Network    Net

Van Persie's table tennis level is definitely at the top of amateur players, and Li Feng even doubts whether this guy has spent all his spare time in continuous table tennis.

"Hahaha~~~ I'm in a much better mood now. Although I lost in the competition for the golden boots, it's also very good to win back in table tennis." Van Persie was really unexpectedly straightforward.

"Feng~~~ I hope we can cooperate happily in the new season." As he said that, he walked to Li Feng and stretched out his hand.

"It will definitely be very pleasant, but since you have won table tennis, then the golden boots for the new season will still belong to me." Li Fengke has never been a person who will suffer losses.

"Man~~~ You make us forwards feel embarrassed like this. The Golden Boot should be the honor for the forwards," Van Persie said with a depressed look on his face.

As a striker, he has not won the league Golden Boots yet, but this guy in front of him has been in four seasons, three of which are the league Golden Boots. He won two small steel cannons in two seasons of the Bundesliga. Last season, Britain beat himself to win the Golden Boots again.

Listening to the two big guys discussing the issue about the Golden Boot, the two little guys listened with envy. They both knew very well that the most important thing for them to gain a foothold in Manchester City in the new season.

Finally, after visiting all the places, Li Feng took four people out to find food. As a veteran foodie, Li Feng knew a lot about Manchester, and this time he went there was a special place. Not only did the food taste good, but the boss was also a Manchester City fan.

After a pleasant lunch, Li Feng and the four of them parted. Li Feng returned home, and the four of them had to return to the club because there was a press conference in the afternoon.

When Sylvia returned home, she was not there, so Li Feng was ready to turn on the computer in the room and play games, but sometimes things were just so coincidental.

When Li Feng just logged in to the 6th news, his phone rang. When he saw the call, he immediately aroused curiosity because the caller ID was Van Gaal.

You know, Van Gaal has just taken over the Dutch national team. At this time, he should be dealing with the mess left by his ex, rather than calling him.

"Head?" But Li Feng did not hesitate at all.

"Are you in Manchester?" Van Gaal asked quite directly.

"Yes," Li Feng replied.

"Okay, I'm going to board the plane now. I guess I'm arriving in Manchester in two hours. I have something to talk to you in person," Van Gaal said.

"I'll pick you up at the airport later" a short call.

Since Van Gaal was coming, Li Feng gave up the idea of ​​playing games. He first made sure to Silvia that he would not eat dinner at home. Then Li Feng couldn't help but think about what Van Gaal said.

It’s not that Li Feng is too sensitive, but that Li Feng really has to think about this period of time. He is very clear about what his situation is, and even the whole world knows it. Moreover, the Chinese Football Association has been embarrassed by his relationship and has been thrown into the whole world.

It is really unimaginable that a player who is almost at the top of Europe can never be selected into the national team. This is simply beyond the description of strange things in Europe.

After an hour like this, Sylvia came back and pushed a small cart into the house and swept the goods. In addition to necessary daily necessities, there were snacks and food.

After roughly packing up the things, the two went out together, so it was impossible to drive a sports car when they went to pick them up. Not long after they arrived at the airport, Van Gaal arrived on time.

From Van Gaal's expression, we can see that Van Gaal must have had many worries recently, but this is not surprising. It has never been an easy task to take charge of the national team, and it is even more stressful than the club.

Moreover, the Netherlands was too chaotic before. This was not just a conflict between the head coach and the players, but also between the players. Van Gaal is indeed very tough, but most of the players who entered the national team have fried dough sticks. They have been famous for a long time. It is not just that being tough is useful. The combination of hardness and softness is the king.

When he arrived in the car, Van Gaal had no intention of concealing it at all, "I think you probably guessed what I want to say, right?"

Li Feng nodded, while Sylvia drove the car.

"In fact, in the history of Dutch football, there has been a Chinese Dutch player," Van Gaal said.

"Uh?" Li Feng was stunned. He really didn't know about this.

"His name is Lin Qiuli. Speaking of which, you are still fellow countrymen, and his grandfather is also from Wenzhou, Zhejiang, China," Van Gaal explained Li Feng's doubts.

"He played for Ajax for seven years, was a teammate with Cruyff and also played for the Dutch national team," Van Gaal continued.

"But, my head, I'm different from him." After hearing Van Gaal's words, Li Feng took out his cell phone and searched for the name online.

Lin Qiuli is only one-quarter of Chinese descent. He was born in The Hague, the Netherlands and lived in the Netherlands since he was a child. To put it bluntly, he is no different from a real Dutch.

"Of course I know, but Feng? Don't you want to stand on the highest stage in the world? Don't you want to touch the trophy that fascinates countless people?" Van Gaal's words were full of temptation.

"As long as you want, the Netherlands will completely revolve around you to choose the new national team, and I also believe that if you really join the Netherlands, we will be the most favorable contender for that trophy in two years," Van Gaal continued to tempt.

"I also know that your relationship with your national football association is impossible to be called. And I know even if Chinese football has you, it will be a pity to go to the World Cup at most."

This is a cruel fact. Indeed, if Li Feng does not change his nationality, he will not be able to touch the Hercules Cup in his life. Moreover, with Li Feng’s current bad relationship with the Football Association, whether he can join the national team in the future is a problem.

"I am very grateful for the trust of my head. I also know my current situation, but even so, I still have no idea of ​​changing my nationality, joining other national teams, or even a trace of my thoughts."

"I am proud that I am a Chinese. Indeed, in football, we are not a strong country, or even at the bottom, but this does not hinder my love and admiration for my own country, nor is it a reason to change my nationality. Even if I will never be able to participate in the World Cup in my entire life," Li Feng said firmly.
Chapter completed!