There is a dream called football

Chapter 40 Football in Portugal
Under the guidance of Mourinho, Porto's first team has flourished in recent years, and several key points are indispensable.

One of them is the midfield master - Deco.

In his heyday, Decona was a top midfielder in Europe. Whether in the Portuguese national team or the club, he was able to organize the midfield in an orderly manner.

The Porto B team also has such a person, that is, No. 10 Fabio Espinho, but in recent years it has become more and more mediocre.

Li Qiao felt that he was a bit like Ganso in Brazil.

Ganso, who was still in Santos back then, was a Brazilian international and a genius as famous as Neymar. It was even rumored that he was going to join AC Milan, but Milan was scared away by Santos' asking price of 5000 million euros.

Later, it turned out that AC Milan was fortunately timid, and Ganso became more and more mediocre and became a parallel importer.

There is a kind of player like this. When he was young, he seemed to have a flash of inspiration, but... for some reason, he gradually became mediocre.

When Valle first met Fabio, he felt that this kid was very spiritual, but now he seems to have regressed.

The midfielder couldn't control the ball, and Porto became a little passive.

Porto's central defender Ewaldo is also Brazilian, but facing his fellow countryman Suze, he couldn't bear it.

"Is this guy really Brazilian?"

There are a lot of tall players in Brazilian football, but there are really few English-style centers. Even big Brazilian players rely on their skills, not their bodies.

Su Ze's posture of holding the ball with his back in front of the penalty area is very similar to that of a British standing center.

Valena wondered: "Why doesn't such a player go to England and come to Portugal?"

In the 22nd minute of the game, Tondela finally scored a goal. After the wing was torn open, he made a cross with a curve ball. In the penalty area, the Argentine made a feint and the Brazilian headed hard into the goal.

1 to 0.

The John Cardoso Stadium suddenly boiled, the first game of the new season, the first goal.

Cool!
The Porto first team is the overlord of Portugal, so they can break through the goal of the Porto B team, and the Tondela fans also feel very happy.

Valle's face darkened.

He called Fabio, the core midfielder, and the Brazilian Charles, the right winger.

"Fabio, what the hell is wrong with you? Do you fucking want to be in the first team?"

Fabio himself was also depressed, and he didn't know what was wrong with him, but he lost his previous spirituality.

"Keep the ball under your feet for at least five seconds."

"Five seconds, at least let the teammate on the wing get in. This is your responsibility as the midfielder, you know?"

Fabio nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and Valle was not polite to the Brazilian Charles.

"I don't care if you're going back to Brazil or not, you're taking the salary I'm giving you, and playing football for me."

"Bottom, cross."

"start running."

"Do you still need me to teach you these basics?"

The biggest difficulty for the B team is that the changes every season are too great, and both the coach and the players must re-adapt.

After the two were taught a lesson, Porto re-kicked off and the game continued. Valle restrained his temper, hoping that this general scolding could change the situation.

*****
"Elidio, you idiot, replace Li Qiao, he can help the team, you see Porto is playing like S."

Lorinda smiled and said, "Dad, can you be quiet for a while, I'm really afraid you're having a heart attack."

"This bastard, no wonder he can only be in the B team. Look at that Brazilian walking on the wing. He is a hundred times worse than Li Qiao, no! Ten thousand times worse. If I were the head coach, I would tell him to go back to Brazil immediately."

Lorraine Dahan.

As long as Sousa looks at the ball, he looks like a different person, his usual simple and honest appearance no longer exists, and he swears at every turn.

It is difficult for Lorinda to understand that passion can change a man, just like Ferguson, he is a good man in front of his wife Kathy, but on the training ground, he is the famous hair dryer, and he is the only one.

"Dad, sit down, or I won't watch the game with you in the future."

As soon as these words came out, Sosa recovered a little bit of his nature, he laughed, and sat beside Lorinda, but soon he couldn't sit still, because the situation on the scene was a bit bad.

*****
The opponent's coach's tactical arrangement was very targeted. He knew that Fabio in Porto was slow, so he arranged for two destructive butcher midfielders to harass Fabio.

As soon as Fabio got the ball, the opponent flashed his studs at him. The studs of the football shoes were like fangs, which made Fabio, who was already in a bad state, even more afraid.

Valle turned his head and shouted at several substitute players, "Warm up."

Assistant coach Gomez steps up.

"Don't worry, it's only the first half."

"We kicked like a puddle of mud."

"But with the opponent's style of play, they fell down in the second half."

Valle knows this. It is self-evident that the frontcourt pressing consumes physical energy. In the second half, it will be Tondela's turn to suffer.

but……

Porto in Valle's heart should not be like this. He should be as dominant as Jose's Porto.

"Fabio is becoming more and more incompetent, I cannot forgive him."

"This cannot be blamed on Fabio, the opponent is too tight, give him a little more time, he is not Deco."

Valle nodded, probably because the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

Porto's passing was slow, and Li Qiao saw the problem. To be honest, Porto B's passing was much slower than Castilla's.

Sure enough, there was another problem before the end of the first half. The Porto midfielder passed the ball to Alfonso on the left. The latter stopped the ball a little too much and was immediately intercepted by the opponent.

Fight back!

Tondela's counterattack was not the kind of Atletico Madrid's counterattack later, tearing apart the opponent's defense through a fast pass.

Their counterattack is to steal the ball and drop it forward with a big foot.

Valle glanced at the opponent's coach, "You are a disgrace to Portuguese football, and you went to learn what the English did."

The ball bounced in front of the penalty area, and bounced high again. The opponent's two high center forwards leaned on the defensive players and began to grab positions.

Just when everyone's attention was on Nanmei Shuangsha, suddenly a small man rushed out and scored the ball.

The home team celebrated like crazy, while the Porto players were as numb as the trunks of trees about to wither in autumn.

Valais calmed down and made a gesture of recovery. The children were a little confused, which was unexpected.

"Calm down for me."

The league is a marathon. There is no need to lose the confidence of the players just because of the first game. 0-2 is not a shameful score.

But in football, conceding more goals is different.

Valle looked at his watch and prayed in his heart, at least before the end of the first half, the team would not concede more goals.

(End of this chapter)