There is a dream called football

Chapter 57
Mourinho looked at his watch, there were 5 minutes left, and a maximum of 8 minutes if including injury time.

"Let's go, I don't want to be crowded."

"But... the game is not over yet, we are still behind."

Mourinho said with a smile: "Don't watch it, there will be no miracle."

Mourinho's understanding of modern football is very deep. This is not the era of Kempes and Rossi.

The defense of modern football is getting stronger and stronger. To tear apart the opponent's defense, you must pass the ball as accurately as a scalpel, or you must be sharp on the side and strong in the center.

And this Porto team doesn't seem to have these abilities, so it's not easy to tear apart the opponent's defense.

Benfica's players cling to Li Qiao like psoriasis, and this kind of sticky defense makes Li Qiao very uncomfortable.

At the final stage of the game, the opponent is also very pragmatic. To keep the 2-1 result, other things are not important.

When he came to the parking lot, Mourinho threw the car keys to the assistant, "You drive."

Just as the assistant started the engine, there was a loud bang in the stadium, which could be heard clearly through the window glass.

"This... Could it be that Porto scored a goal?"

The expression on Mourinho's face was a bit playful, as if reading a vulgar novel with a predetermined ending, but suddenly there was an unexpected big reversal in the final plot.

"Are you still leaving? Boss?"

Mourinho chuckled.

Back in the stadium, the score really became 2 to 2, and there was no replay on the big screen. What happened just now?
Mourinho's heart is itching more and more.

"It seems that you really can't leave early before the game is over, otherwise you will be punished."

Looking again, his original position has been taken by someone, and it is no wonder that other people are there. Mourinho glanced at it and found a chubby middle-aged uncle standing shirtless watching the game. He walked over and patted him.

The middle-aged uncle turned his head, stunned.

"Jose."

It's certainly not unusual for Porto fans to know the head coach of the first team.

"what's your name?"

"My name is Sosa."

Mourinho sat down and asked: "Unfortunately, I went to the bathroom, what happened just now?"

Sousa chuckled, "It was wonderful just now. I guarantee that goal is the most exciting one among all European goals this season."

Mourinho knew that the other party must be exaggerating, but he still said with interest: "Tell me."

Just a few minutes ago, Porto launched an attack, Li Qiao took the ball in the midfielder position, Alfonso on the left and Raven on the right were in place.

Therefore, Benfica did not rush all over Li Qiao, but paid attention to the two sides, just when everyone thought that Li Qiao would definitely split the side.

Facing the defender, Li Qiao flicked the back of his foot and then passed the ball. This was too sudden.

Because he didn't expect it, the defense in the middle is weak. After Li Qiao cut in, he didn't think much, and directly hit the goal in front of the goalkeeper.

The ball rolled down the contra-angle and just like that the ball went in.

At this time, Lorinda, who was sitting on the side, smiled and said, "I think it's quite an ordinary ball. Why did you say that it's like a legend?"

Hahaha.

Mourinho smiled, the uncle in front of him is indeed a bit exaggerated.

Sousa hit the snake with the stick and continued: "Jose, do you know? I found him. I fell in love with him in the training camp of Real Madrid and brought him to Portugal."

This surprised Mourinho a bit. In European football, heroes have never been asked. Mendes is such a person. In a sense, Mourinho himself is also such a person.

"Are you a scout or an agent?"

"I……"

Before Sosa could answer, Lorinda smiled and said, "Amateur, our family runs a restaurant."

sweat.

Sosa was embarrassed, but Mourinho smiled, "Little girl, this is your fault, you go and find out what our boss Pinto did before, you should admire your father."

With Mourinho's backing, Sousa suddenly felt that he was 2 meters tall today, and patted Lorinda on the shoulder, "Daughter, did you see it, what did I say?"

At this moment, there was a bang in the stadium, and the three of them stopped chatting and looked into the stadium at the same time.

It turned out that at the last moment, Porto got a free kick in the frontcourt, which is likely to kill the opponent.

"God bless."

Sousa drew a cross on his chest, but Mourinho just smiled. This man who can say God is me obviously does not need such psychological comfort.

Most of the fans stood up to watch the game, and the players on the Porto bench also stood on the sidelines, as if they were expecting a lore to come.

It stands to reason that with a score of 2 to 2, Porto should not invest too much force for a corner kick. There are many cases of counter-kills in football history.

But this is a derby. Porto put 6 people in the opponent's penalty area this time, and Alfonso, who has good footwork, came to the corner flag area.

Alfonso rubbed the ball with his palms, as if he wanted to round the ball with his hands, then he kissed the ball and placed it in the corner flag area.

The penalty area has become a mess, Porto's players are crowded in the small penalty area, while Benfica's defenders are desperately pushing out.

The referee dealt with it several times before a little order was restored in the penalty area.

A whistle sounded.

Alfonso made a three.

It is the No. [-] tactic during training. This is the secret of every team. Only the insiders know it, and the meaning of the gestures will often change.

After seeing this gesture, Li Qiao stepped back a few steps towards the goal, while the others moved towards the penalty area.

With a crisp sound, Alfonso kicked the ball, and the ball flew in the air. Benfica knew they had been fooled. A few big men in front attracted the attention of the defenders, but the ball flew to the back.

The throats of the Porto fans are tight because of the tight muscles caused by tension. This ball seems to have great hopes.

Li Qiao jumped up and shook his head violently, the ball was pushed towards the goal, just when everyone was looking forward to it.

bang.

The ball hit the crossbar heavily, and Sosa kicked angrily on the back of the front seat, a big footprint seemed to be telling something.

Lorinda and Mourinho looked at each other, crazy Porto men.

Sousa roared: "Why do you have to be so hard, the ball is just a little light, there is no need to use force at all."

"Sousa, athletes can't think so much when shooting. If it were me, I would also exert my strength. That way, the success rate of avoiding the goalkeeper will be higher."

Mourinho spoke, and Sosa realized that he had lost his composure.

He clenched his fists tightly, "It's a pity, it was originally a lore."

Li Qiao's miss of the lore was also the last chance of the game. After Benfica took the goal kick, the game was over.

The national derby was tied 2-2.

(End of this chapter)