There is a dream called football

Chapter 51 Destroying the Enemy
The goalkeeper bowed his head, the sweat on his brow like a faucet turned on.

Valle patted him, "I don't blame you, but if you do this again in the second half, then you won't even think about playing in the future."

Regarding the position of goalkeeper, the coaches are very contradictory. On the one hand, everyone will make mistakes, but the goalkeeper's mistakes are very cheating, and the coach is helpless. Sometimes he can only be cruel and kill Ma Su with tears.

Valle had no time to comfort the goalkeeper, he turned to the crowd.

"Children, we are the B team and cannot be promoted, but don't forget, we can be relegated. Based on your current performance, we will play in the non-professional league next season, and you will have to spit out your salary by then."

The players also looked at each other in blank dismay, as if caught in a strange circle. This is the special feature of football.

Valle blew like a hair dryer for 15 minutes, and the players couldn't listen to it. Li Qiao knew that he needed a goal in the second half.

"Score a goal as soon as possible, otherwise it's all for naught."

At the kick-off in the second half, Ferreira, the opponent's midfielder, defended Fabio more roughly. With one goal in hand, he played more pragmatically than Lanises.

"Give the ball to Fabio." Li Qiao shouted while gesturing.

As the core, Fabio can't hide and has no place to hide. The purpose of the special training is also to make Fabio's style of play tougher.

The ball was sent to Fabio's feet again and again, and the opponent let Fabio fall to the ground again and again.

Football is war in peacetime and Ferreira looks like the Dutch giant De Jong.

Li Qiao and Dada rushed forward, before they could open their mouths, Ferreira smiled and gestured to shut up.

"Be careful." Gustavo warned.

"Be careful with your legs, if you meet me, you won't be able to get up for three months."

There are many such players in Europe, and the most typical one is Manchester United's Keane, who can be regarded as a bully on the court.

But any manager wants to have a bully in his squad who is responsible for the tackles in midfield.

Li Qiao also has a temper, and walked forward with a smile on his face, "I will make you laugh."

Ferreira made a squinting face, which is an insult to Asians, and of course most people who make such faces would deny it.

At this time Fabio had already got up, he reached out and touched Li Qiao's shoulder, "Don't talk nonsense with him."

"Okay, then let's respond like a football player."

20 minutes before the second half.

Porto attack.

The opponent defends.

The game is dull, even a little boring.

Li Qiao thought: "If Porto's passing rhythm can reach the level of Real Madrid's B team at this time, it will definitely be able to tear apart the opponent's defense."

But football has no ifs.

Dada edge.

He ran until he could no longer run forward, and the opponent was flanked by two people, so he could only pass the ball to Fabio.

but……

The pass is big.

[-]-[-].

Ferreira had a smirk at the corner of his mouth, like a butcher seeing meat on a cutting board. If Fabio dared to take the ball, then he would be able to kick someone legally.

For a [-]-[-] kick, the referee can acquiesce if the movement is bigger, and the defensive players know this.

If it was Fabio before, this kind of ball would have retreated, and he would not go head-to-head, but now Fabio...

"What?" Valle's eyes lit up, and Fabio rushed forward, as if he was about to confront his opponent head-on.

Valle was a little worried. The opponent's lower back was quite dirty, and if he kicked it out, he might be seriously injured for several months.

Fabio was also afraid. He broke his leg a few years ago, and the heart-piercing feeling was still fresh in his memory.

In fact, his fear of confrontation is more or less the shadow left by that time. The physical injury is easy to recover, but the inner injury takes a long time to calm down.

Li Qiao has already moved, and he believes that Fabio will be able to pass, and moving ahead is a kind of trust.

"Boy, don't die." Ferreira laughed in his heart, and at the same time, he had already kicked out.

The moment Fabio touches the ball, it becomes a point on the toes instead of using the arch of the foot to stop the ball. The toe touch is the fastest one.

dumbfounded.

Ferreira completely shoveled out, and Fabio's four or two strokes of a thousand catties dissipated all the brute force in Ferreira's body.

"Beautiful."

Valle jumped up, seeing such an extraordinary action, he was more excited than seeing a beautiful goal.

"Well done, Fabio."

Lost the midfield barrier, the opponent's penalty area was wide open, Fabio drove straight in with the ball, and there were many points where he could pass the ball.

The striker in the penalty area is Alfonso on the left, but there is only one person in Fabio's eyes, and that is Li Qiao.

One foot straight.

Without defense, Fabio's through ball is a bit strong.

Comfortable.

This is Li Qiao's first feeling when he stops the ball. The strength and angle of the pass are excellent. There is no need to adjust, and he shoots directly.

The ball flew into the far corner of the goal like a cannonball.

"Goooooooooal."

*****
Sousa took off his jersey and waved it in his hand as if he had scored the goal.

Lorinda lowered her head and covered her face, "Dad, you are so shameless, you don't usually exercise, look at your belly."

"Hahaha, Li Qiao scored a goal, I'm so excited."

"If I went back to my childhood, I vowed to eat less, exercise more and become a professional football player."

"Dad, grandpa said you were a big fat man when you were young."

Sousa blushed, "Who told us that our family runs a restaurant."

"Haha."

*****
After scoring the goal, Li Qiao ran straight to Ferreira and made a squinting expression.

The opponent suddenly became angry.

"Leave far away."

Li Qiao said with a smile: "You are not suitable to be a player, but should be a talk show. Your mouth is better than your football skills."

Li Qiao wants to provoke Ferreira, and it is only 1-1 now. If Porto wants to win, they have to continue to score.

"I'll kick you out of bed, remember."

"I am waiting."

Fabio patted Li Qiao, "Why provoke him on purpose."

"Then the pressure on you will be less." Fabio suddenly realized, and at the same time was a little moved.

Sure enough, Ferreira lost his mind. He did not follow the coach's tactics to keep a close eye on Fabio, but frequently harassed Li Qiao.

In this way, Fabio was completely alive, and the opposing head coach cursed an idiot in his heart, but there was no one in his hand to change.

At this moment, Valle made an adjustment. Levin stood beside the coach, feeling a little nervous. Valle put his hand on his shoulder, "Use your speed to disrupt the opponent's right. This is the task I entrusted to you."

Raven nodded, "I see, head."

After Lei Wen came on stage, he high-fived Li Qiao, tacitly, Lei Wen suppressed the excitement in his heart, "I can't mess it up, it's for myself and for Li Qiao."

(End of this chapter)