There is a dream called football

Chapter 54
Lorinda was standing outside the court with a huge bag on her back, and Sousa, who had parked her car, hurried over.

"Dad, can we pass the security check like this?"

Sousa froze for a moment, "It doesn't matter, I have to bring this thing in, no matter what."

as predicted.

Lorinda and Sosa were stopped by security, and the two were taken aside. The security was a little dumbfounded, "Ma'am, are you here for camping?"

Lorinda cast a dissatisfied glance at her father, who said embarrassedly, "That's right, this is that..."

After hearing this, the security guard laughed, "Really? Then I have to take a look."

sweat.

"That's not okay, it took me a long time to put this thing in the bag."

The security guard was a little disappointed, "Well, you can go in after passing through the security check once."

Entering the stadium, several old guys had been waiting there for a long time. When they saw Sosa coming, they immediately surrounded him.

"Did you bring it?"

Sousa patted the bag in his hand, "Of course, this has been prepared for two weeks."

The old man looked excited.

"Open it quickly, let's unfold it together."

It turned out that what Sosa brought in was a TIFO, which is a huge portrait, which is very popular in European football stadiums.

TIFOs come in different sizes.

The big ones can cover an entire side of the stands, while the small ones, like the one Sosa is holding, are about 10 by 10 meters in size.

Everyone worked together, and this was the first time that Luo Linda saw the true face of Lushan, and suddenly smiled.

I saw a cartoon image of Sosa himself on TIFO, holding a half-dead eagle in his hand.

The eagle's neck was tightly strangled by Sosa's fat hands, looking very painful.

The eagle, that is the mascot of Benfica, is also the totem on the Benfica team emblem. There is even a dedicated person raising an eagle at Benfica's home court.

The days when Benfica swept Europe were also known as the Portuguese Eagles, so it is self-evident what TIFO made by Sosa means.

Lorinda smiled and said, "Dad, you are too bad."

"Hey, I have to treat the annoying Benfica like this. When Li Qiao is promoted to the first team, I will take this TIFO to the Dragon Stadium."

"Ha ha."

*****
Deep inside the stadium, a big man arrives in Porto's dressing room, and Mourinho arrives as promised.

This is the first time Li Qiao has seen Mourinho in real life. He looks so young, of course compared with Chelsea later.

At this time, most of Jose's hair was still black, and he looked much handsomer, and of course, he was even more arrogant.

Just like Napoleon inspecting the French army, he raised his head and shook hands with the team members one by one, shaking them in a circle. To be honest, he didn't like any of these people.

"Want to go to the first team?" Mourinho said with a hint of playfulness in his tone, which seemed to be provocative.

No one answered.

"What? Don't even dare to fantasize about it? Are you still a man?"

"think."

Everyone turned their heads, and it was Dada who yelled alone.

Mourinho walked over and looked at him with a smile on his face, "Let me change the question, if a woman is in front of you and asks if you want to fuck me? How would you answer?"

Dada regretted it, he shouldn't talk too much.

Mourinho continued to laugh: "You should not say anything and act directly."

The words are not rough, Mourinho's meaning is very clear, if you want to go to the first team, then go on the field and act, anyway, I watched the game live.

*****
Norton Matos and Valle embraced each other. Both of them are second-rate coaches in Portugal, and they can be regarded as sympathetic to each other.

He said a lot of polite words recalling the past, but he also understood in his heart that only by killing his opponent can he climb up.

This is reminiscent of the scene where Mourinho stepped on Wenger to climb up many times in the Premier League era. It was cruel but also interesting.

In this game, Valle arranged for Li Qiao to start, while Lei Wen was placed on the bench, and the formation did not change much from the previous game.

After the game started, Porto immediately felt a different game atmosphere.

The league has played 9 rounds, and Porto has only encountered two game situations. They do not score when they are in power, and they also score when they are in power.

But in any case, Porto's ball possession rate is leading, but this game is different. Benfica took the lead. After the opening, the three lines spread evenly and moved forward, oppressing Porto's defensive three areas.

Benfica's 433 formation, the top three people are all African-Portuguese, and the power forward is No. 3 Luciano Teixeira.

The two wings are separated on both sides, with No. 19 Cavaleiro on the left and No. 6 Joao Mario on the right.

Benfica passed the ball very quickly in the frontcourt. He reached the feet of striker Teixeira with three passes and two falls. He is 188 tall and uses his strong body to squeeze the defense away.

The goalkeeper saved the ball from the bottom line, but Benfica completed the first shot in the opening 30 seconds. This is clearly a shock, tell Porto, even if it is in your field, I will not hide and defend.

*****
"Speed ​​up the pass."

If it was the first three rounds of the league, Fabio would have had a hard time encountering such a game rhythm. The opponent was too fast, and his passing rhythm was too slow. However, after special training with Li Qiao, Fabio's speed of passing the ball was obviously much faster at this time.

But obviously Benfica came prepared, their pressing in the frontcourt was as fierce as African hyenas.

Porto once again conceded the ball in the backcourt.

The ball was distributed to the left, and Cavaleiro took the ball and swept it into the penalty area, passing and shooting, with great power. Anyone who touches this kind of ball can score a goal.

Fortunately, the central defender kicked the ball away with a big foot.

After 2 minutes, Benfica's offense made a comeback, this time it was replaced by the No. 6 cross from the right, which was also a vigorous cross, not accurate, just to cause chaos in the penalty area.

After watching the game for 10 minutes, Mourinho stood up and stretched his legs. The assistant beside him smiled and said, "Bored?"

"No, the technical content of this game is a little low, but there are also highlights. I think the opponent is more fully prepared."

"The offense was a bit messy."

Mourinho nodded, "This kind of attack is not a threat to Porto's first team, even looking for death. After we have the ball, we can easily counterattack, but obviously the opponent has studied the previous games of Porto B's team. They feel that a stronger attack can tear this line of defense."

The assistant nodded, "Team B has not been able to make enough blood these past few years. It seems that we still have to buy people from outside during the winter break."

"Buyer?"

Mourinho sneered in his heart. It is hard to say how much money that utter profiteer in Pinto (Jorge Pinto da Costa, Porto boss) can pay for himself.

At this moment, the situation on the court changed suddenly, and Porto lost the ball.

(End of this chapter)