No wonder they said Feng Te hasn't been playing lately, everyone thought he was just bad.
Turns out he's been a substitute player in name, but practically an assistant coach!
That's why he didn't even come out of the locker room in the second half.
He must be calculating some complex data to provide tactical support for Trigella, right?
Regarding this, Maxa says... you guessed wrong.
It's non-football related.
He didn't play, didn't even show up, not just because he was bad, but because he was... cooking!
Yes, right at this moment.
The Sporting Lisbon dressing room.
The players, just off a beautiful game, are one by one flat on the ground retching.
Feng Te is holding a black iron pot, the thick soup inside boiling.
Feng Te sprinkled a good amount of parsley.
His skillful hands moving: "Make way, make way, little Kai, come try my Jiangyou fatty intestine and see if it tastes authentic!"
