There is a dream called football

Chapter 43

The stadium is small, and the order of the fans is also very good. After the game, some people were waiting for autographs by the side of the stadium.

Sosa was already on the sidelines.

"Haha, you are all here."

Sosa wore the jersey upside down, Li Qiao's name was on his chest, he pointed to the name on the jersey, "My hero, what do you think?"

Li Qiao scratched his head, "It's okay, I didn't score a goal."

"But Porto's two goals are related to you."

"hey-hey."

Lorinda's complexion was not very good. Obviously, she couldn't stand the scorching sun on the green field. She set up a shade with her hands and squinted her eyes.

Li Qiao turned around and took a Porto hat, and put it on Lorinda's head without any explanation.

"what?"

"you are welcome."

Lorinda put her hands on her hips and said, "Thank you, my hair is all messed up."

At this time, Dada came over, and when he saw Lorinda, he showed a nympho expression, and Lorinda spat in his heart, "Pervert."

Seeing that he was almost drooling, Li Qiao patted him, "Let me introduce, this is our team's right back—Dada Gustavo, from Brazil."

"Hello."

Sousa smiled and said, "Li Qiao, come back with us later."

"This...isn't very good, the team has rules, I still have to go back with the bus."

Sosa Khan.

"Okay then, let's go back first, see you in the evening."

"See you tonight."

After Sousa's father and daughter left, Dada started talking, "Li Qiao, that girl named Lorinda is so beautiful, is she your girlfriend?"

sweat.

"Of course not. That uncle is my manager, and that's his daughter. I'm staying at their house temporarily."

Li Qiao added, "Don't think about her, Lorinda doesn't seem to be interested in football players."

"Haha, haha, how is it possible, I won't, but I think she likes you."

"Hehe, stop talking nonsense, let's go back to the locker room."

*****
On the return bus, the players were in a good mood. After all, it was a reversal, and the game was soul-stirring.

The big guy patted the seat in front and sang, "Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole."

"Who scored the goal for us?"

"Suarez."

(Ivanildo's full name is Ivanildo Suarez Casama, and his teammates all take his middle name)
"Who assisted?"

"Li Qiao."

"Who scored the goal for us?"

"Fabio."

"Who got the penalty?"

"Li Qiao."

The players are like bards praising heroes. This is European football. Li Qiao has realized that even if it is not the top five leagues, even if it is not the top league in Portugal, the passion is the same.

Li Qiao meditated deep in his heart, "If one day, Chinese players can also cry, laugh, sing, and remember for football, then Chinese football will really rise."

As a Brazilian, Dada is very talented in music. Unlike the Chinese, for Brazilians, football and music are an indispensable part of life, no matter how high or low they are.

Dada patted the chair in front of him, the kind that could make out rhythm.

"Haha, it seems to be a tambourine."

Dada laughed and said, "When I get promoted to the first team, I must form a band. I'm the drummer. Li Qiao, would you like to join?"

"I don't seem to have any musical talent."

"It's okay, you can learn slowly, how can you live without football and music?"

Li Qiao nodded, maybe he should be more cheerful.

This is my first professional match, not perfect, but not bad, on the one hand the opponent is not strong, on the other hand I have seized the opportunity.

Li Qiao started tapping on the seat in front to join the "concert" of his teammates.

*****
Jose Mourinho.

The head coach of Porto's first team, every Monday is his most free time. He will process some documents in the office and then meet some people.

These people include the scouts of the Porto branch all over the world, as well as the heads of all echelons.

Of course, there are some people he doesn't want to meet, such as the agents of big-name players, especially those who open their mouths for a raise.

However, as the head coach of the first team, besides the weekend games, there are still many things to worry about.

Mourinho had just answered a call from a Colombian scout when Valle knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

"Jose, what a week."

This is the Portuguese way of greeting, of course Mourinho knows, he pointed to the chair in front of him.

"There is coffee on the table and Coke in the refrigerator, take whatever you need."

Valle smiled, saying that he didn't need anything.

Mourinho folded his hands in a comfortable pose.

"How was the game this weekend?"

"It's even."

Mourinho nodded, "Good start."

From the look on his face, Valle knew that he didn't watch Team B's game at all. No wonder, he was really a busy man.

Valle handed over the CD.

"Here's the video of Fabio and Suarez, I've been keeping an eye on it for you."

Mourinho clicked one of them, "I'll keep Fabio's, there's no need to read Suarez's."

"Is he a good striker?"

Ivanierdo is indeed good, but in Mourinho's view, he has a fatal flaw-too short.

He is only a little over 170, and Mourinho prefers big centers. Whether it is Chelsea's Drogba, Inter Milan's Milito, Real Madrid's Ronaldo, Manchester United's Lukaku, Mourinho's football thinking is in the same line.

He needs a tough center like a battering ram standing in the middle of the penalty area, which Suarez does not have.

Mourinho smiled, "You'd better persuade him to play as a winger. If he insists on playing as a striker, there will be no place for him in that team."

"Winger?"

Valle shook his head, then said with a smile: "Speaking of wingers, I signed a good winger in the summer. He is very fast and has a good player intelligence."

"Do you want to listen?"

Mourinho waved his hand, "I never waste time on newcomers, wait until he proves himself."

"how to prove?"

"For example, if you score 10 goals or assist 10 in the Portuguese Liga, then I might go and have a look. There is no need to waste my time before that."

Valle also laughed, Jose is still so arrogant, but maybe that's why he was able to go from translator to assistant coach, and now the head coach of the first team.

Mourinho left behind Fabio's information. He has been following this player for a long time and feels that he has the characteristics of a Portuguese midfielder.

"Okay, I have time to go to the B team to have a look. If you keep playing in the Champions League, then the first team may not have enough people."

(End of this chapter)