There is a dream called football

Chapter 42
Li Qiao made a hand knife, "Cut off the pass from the midfielder and send it directly to the front line, I will run."

Valle was taken aback, he never thought of playing football like this.

Rui Costa, Figo, Deco.

In his mind, football should have a midfielder to keep the midfield in order, just like in a traditional Portuguese family, there is a hostess who keeps the house in order, that is football in his heart.

Li Qiao probably understood what Valai was thinking.

"Boss, I know what you're thinking, but Fabio's pass success rate in the dogfight is terrible."

"Ha ha."

"Fabio is my friend, I don't want to say that, but we can't do anything if we don't change."

In fact, what Li Qiao can see, of course Valai also understands that he is just too stubborn.

He said nothing and turned to look for Fabio.

The game continues.

The "shovels" in the opponent's midfield were stunned all of a sudden, and they looked at their head coach one after another, hoping to get the latest instructions.

"Fabio retreated? Is Porto ready to give up?" Panya thought.

He gestured and asked his defensive players to stay away from the midfield. This is inevitable. The entanglement with Fabio can only happen in his own half.

Back in his own half, Fabio immediately felt relaxed all over his body, no one was entangled, he was not afraid of being kicked, he could face the opponent half of the court just like in training.

A long pass.

Fabio's passing returned to the level it should have been, and as far as the eye could see, Pania saw a yellow-skinned player chasing the ball.

The full-backs here have been following, and it seems that there should be no problem.

But at the moment of touching the ball, Li Qiao's first-class ball feel played a decisive role, and he wiped it in immediately as soon as he stopped the ball.

With just this one action, he cut into the penalty area. The opponent's full-back was originally going to play after Li Qiao got the ball, so he could only be dumbfounded at this time.

Defenders will be afraid of making moves in the penalty area. At this moment, Li Qiao pushed the ball with his arch and passed the ball to the middle.

The No. 9 black center - Ivanil rushed to the ball and shot the ball straight to the bottom of the net.

Goal scored.

Sosa jumped up.

"Porto scored, Porto scored, daughter, Porto scored."

"Ah, nasty Portuguese man."

"Hahaha."

The Porto players gathered together on the court. The ball was so important that it was suppressed for 60 minutes. Ivanierdo's explosive shot was like timely rain, bringing a touch of coolness and joy.

After celebrating, Li Qiao patted Fabio, "It's so beautiful."

"It should be because you stopped beautifully."

Fabio's basic skills are very powerful, otherwise it would be impossible to be established as the core by Valle, but his playing is too classical.

The head coach Valle celebrated too much and had a little conflict with the assistant coach on the opponent's bench.

After the re-kick-off, Li Qiao replaced Fabio and immediately became a thorn in the opponent's side. The head coach gave the order to kill...the Asian.

At this time, the opponent's head coach didn't even know which country Li Qiao was from, but he should be Asian by appearance.

"Keep an eye on him and let him taste what European football is."

Li Qiao knew that his opponent was holding back, so every time he touched the ball, he dropped it with one kick, never giving the opponent a chance to kick him.

Fabio, who returned to his own half, also used his brain. He looked at Li Qiao and shook his head in his heart. He couldn't give the ball, otherwise Li Qiao would be kicked.

Suddenly, Fabio saw Dada on the wing quickly jump in.

people run.

The ball arrives.

Dada catches the ball and continues to accelerate. Brazil is rich in this kind of assisting full-backs, and Dada is also like this.

A whirlwind swept over, and the opponent's wing was jittery.

"Block him."

"kick him."

Tondela's defenders slowly came together, like a gradually tightening rein, and they wanted to solve the attack on the wing.

Dada looked up and saw that the striker in the penalty area was submerged in a sea of ​​people. His side had a single arrow, so it was very difficult to pass the ball directly to find the striker.

Of course it's okay to kick blindly, but it's a waste of time, which is tantamount to helping the opponent to clear the siege.

Just when Dada was helpless, he caught sight of Li Qiao at the corner of the penalty area from the corner of the eye. It turned out that Li Qiao had been following this attack.

"Hey, thank you, Li Qiao."

Dada decisively throws the ball to Li Qiao.

This time it was unexpected again.

"That yellow-skinned Chinese."

The first conceded goal was thanks to Li Qiao. At this time, the entire Tongdela team was extremely sensitive to Li Qiao.

I saw three defensive players rushing over.

"Get the ball out!" Valle thought.

Li Qiao thought the same way, but the opponent's central defender was a thief, and they pressed a few steps forward. At this time, No. 9 was probably offside.

Building an offside trap is a card opportunity.

"If you pass the ball it's offside, if you don't pass it you get kicked."

A close call.

Li Qiao stepped forward and accelerated into the restricted area.

The opponent's head coach was stunned. This is a stunned young man who came out of nowhere. He is not stage fright at all. He didn't know there was such a person in the Porto B team before.

Just when Li Qiao was about to take a shot, a huge force struck.

"A penalty kick."

The players on the Porto bench all jumped up.

"No no no."

Panya shook his finger at the referee, indicating that this was not a penalty.

What's more, Tondra's guard grabbed Li Qiao's clothes and was about to drag him up, "I don't care where you are from, don't give me a fucking flop."

Suddenly, someone gave him a hard push, it was Dada.

Dada's native language is also Portuguese, and he exploded the Brazilian national curse, "Fuck you, Portuguese bastard."

"You Brazilian monkey, you want to die."

Li Qiao turned his head and looked, almost bursting out laughing, the two of them shook their heads, but they didn't do anything, it seemed that they hadn't lost their minds.

It doesn't matter if you talk about it on the court. Anyway, there is no lip-language expert to interpret this kind of game, but if you do it, it will be different.

"You wait."

Dada made a gesture to shut up, "Go away."

Li Qiao patted Dada, "Thank you, my Portuguese is not good enough to quarrel."

Dada patted his chest, "Don't worry, I'm here."

The referee awarded a penalty and Fabio stood in front of the penalty spot.

All at once.

Porto equalized the score.

The opponent's head coach pouted, looking very helpless. Everything happened after Li Qiao came on the field.

He gave the death order to show Li Qiao some color.

Valle knows professional football too well, and 2-2 is acceptable. He asked Li Qiao to retreat and not give the opponent a chance to be rough.

Professional football must be smart, this is a long season, and there is no competition for the moment.

The final score remained at 2 to 2, and Porto took away one point.

(End of this chapter)