There is a dream called football

Chapter 61 The Two Joses
At this time, Porto's first team has two Joses, the head coach is the famous Jose Mourinho, and the head coach is also called Jose, Jose Morais.

morning.

Mourinho is surfing the Internet in the office, facing the big picture tube screen, Mourinho is checking some football news.

Then Morris came in.

"boss."

"Come on, the Guardian said David and Ferguson reconciled, lol."

"Also, it is said that David is going to Spain because of his singer's wife, so you must be careful when marrying a wife. You can see that my family is good. She will never point to my nose and tell me, Jose, you should go there instead of going there."

"Haha."

Morris laughed along.

Mourinho also knew that he was a rigorous person. Since he came, there must be something wrong, so he asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"About the next game."

Mourinho continued to click the mouse, and said with a smile: "It's okay, our appearance in this group is 100%, the only question is whether the group is first or second."

Porto is in Group F in the Champions League group stage this season, along with Real Madrid, Marseille and Partizan Belgrade.

Morais was taken aback, "The group stage? Where did the group stage come from? I'm talking about the Portuguese Cup."

As soon as this remark came out, Mourinho laughed, "Haha, Portuguese Cup, do you need to report this too?"

After winning the UEFA Cup last year, Mourinho's appetite is not limited to the league. He wants to taste what it is like to win the Champions League.

However, he also knows that Porto is still far away from the highest peak in Europe, so such thoughts can only be kept in his heart for the time being.

"I only pay attention to the second round match with Marseille. You can prepare for the Portuguese Cup match."

"Me?" Morris pointed to himself.

"Correct."

"It is not necessary for all the main players to start. They can be sent to the field to warm up when the overall situation in the second half has been determined."

"Boss, don't you think it's too simple?"

"Haha, it's because your thinking is too complicated. By the way, who is our opponent in the Portuguese Cup?"

sweat!
This is really taking the cup as tasteless.

"It's the Porto B team."

Mourinho was taken aback, "Is this also okay?"

"It's... a little strange, but it is said that the lottery is automatically arranged by the computer, maybe... a coincidence."

Mourinho nodded, "Okay, I'll leave it to you. I want to study Real Madrid's recent games."

"it is good."

*****
Between training sessions, the players are playing a penalty game, which is to punish those players who lose in the lap.

The content of the punishment is to stand in front of the goal with your buttocks pouting, and your teammates will shoot.

Morais walked over with a smile. At this time, the players would laugh, like naughty children, temporarily forgetting the usual pressure.

"Head, can you fire Maniche (nickname), he will die if he is here."

Maniche gives people the impression that a burst shot is as terrifying as a thunderbolt, which is also the biggest label left to fans in his career.

It was the striker in the team-Carlos Alberto who said this.

Maniche put the ball on the lawn and laughed, "You are the one who draws."

"what……"

"what."

Maniche exerted too much force, and the kick missed Alberto's ass.

"You're lucky boy."

"Hahaha, to be honest, as long as Maniche is here, we don't dare to be lazy in training, otherwise we will be kicked by him and we will not be able to get out of bed for half a month."

"Hahaha."

Mourinho looked over from a distance, and his heart was full of joy. This is a team he has cultivated by himself, and many people are like his children.

Carvalho, McKinsey, Carlos Alberto, Deco, Maniche.

There is also the goalkeeper Baia of the golden generation of Portugal, and the rock-solid central defender Jorge Costa.

Watching the children playing, Mourinho smiled happily. He thought: "With these people around, maybe it is not a dream to win Europe one day."

At this time, Morais came over and handed over a small note. Mourinho took a look, "What is this?"

"Starter for the Portuguese Cup."

"Hehe, didn't I say that, you have full command of this game? I'll just sit on the bench and be honest."

"Hehe, you should take a look."

Mourinho also understands that after all, he also started as a deputy, and the head coach of the team is the big boss, which cannot be overridden.

Mourinho handed the note back to Morais, "Speak, let me listen."

"it is good."

"The goalkeeper position, I let Baia rest, and I used Bruno Vela."

Mourinho nodded.

"In the back line, the right back uses Bosingwa as a substitute. He doesn't usually have a chance to play. I don't make substitutions at the center back. Carvalho and Jorge Costa, and the left back Valente is also fine."

Mourinho still nodded. Generally, the lineup rotates, and the defense line is as immobile as possible. On the other hand, it is estimated that it is difficult to threaten the defense line of the opponent with the strength of the opponent.

Porto played in a diamond-shaped midfield.

"I chose the main midfielder, Costinia."

Mourinho chuckled, tacitly knowing that this guy is a Portuguese model worker, whether it is the national team or the club's game, as long as he is not injured, he will never lose a game.

"Well, he won't be happy if you don't let him play."

"Haha."

There are four midfielders, except for Costinha, the other three are Maniche, Alenichev and Deco.

Morris is all rested.

It was the striker's turn, McKinsey was not available, and Morais chose the Brazilian Del Rey, and Carlos Alberto.

"Boss, what do you think?"

Mourinho patted him on the shoulder, "You are too strict, so it will be difficult for you to be alone when you go out in the future."

"Hehe, if I lead the team myself, it must be another situation, different."

Mourinho nodded, agreeing.

"So be it."

Mourinho put his arms around his chest, looked at his disciples, and suddenly said, "Jose, have you ever thought about the Champions League?"

"Of course, we must qualify for the group stage."

"No, I mean champion."

"champion?"

Morais was stunned. The last time a Portuguese club won the Champions League was decades ago, and it was won by the Portuguese eagle Benfica.

At that time, the European football landscape was very different from today. In all fairness, this Porto team is very strong, but it is still far from the top of Europe.

Manchester United, AC Milan, Real Madrid, Bayern, these are much better than themselves.

Mourinho patted Morais, "These kids are all gold, they are destined to shine, Porto can't keep them, I think we should achieve something before they leave."

(End of this chapter)