There is a dream called football

Chapter 65
Porto's starter is.

Goalkeeper - Bruno Bella
Defense - Bosingwa, Carvalho, Jorge Costa, Valente
Midfielders - Pedro Mendes, Costinha, Cesar Pesciotto, Ricardo Fernandez

Forwards - Del Rey, Carlos Alberto
10 minutes before the start of the game, Porto played relatively relaxed, did not press team B, and team B was able to pass in the frontcourt.

But after 10 minutes, Porto showed its fangs, showing the control of a strong team.

With Costinha sweeping the backcourt, it is difficult for Team B to easily pass the ball to the frontcourt through the ground.

As soon as the opponent stepped up the pressure, Team B's midfield mistakes began to increase, and the ball possession rate also dropped significantly.

By 15 minutes, Team B's formation had been compressed back into its own defensive third area.

Valle's face is calm, this is normal, these substitutes under Mourinho are not easy to eat, they have played in the Champions League, and their strength is not bad.

As a weaker side, it is normal to seek a counterattack when being overwhelmed by the opponent.

Valle just hopes that his team has not been defeated before the counterattack comes, so that's fine.

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Carlos Alberto took the ball in the frontcourt, and his teammates moved to help him take away a defensive player, but instead of passing the ball, he feinted and shot himself in.

Facing the goalkeeper, Carlos Alberto shot with his left foot. When the ball flew, there was a sigh in the stadium.

It's like shouting in front of the echo wall. The huge sound echoes in the stadium. This is the atmosphere of the stadium.

Such shouts have appeared again and again since then, getting louder and louder, because Porto is getting closer and closer to the goal.

Team B's midfield loss is tantamount to completely handing over the initiative to the opponent. Porto's two forwards have many shooting opportunities.

Carlos Alberto made a burst shot and was caught by the goalkeeper this time. It was normal at first, but Valle was excited.

That's it!This is the opportunity to fight back.

After stroking the ball, the goalkeeper threw it vigorously, and the ball flew towards Li Qiao. When the latter took the ball, Porto's three lines had already started to retreat.

By the time Li Qiao was about to pass the ball, Porto's defense had retreated more than 10 meters.

"It's really fast."

Looking at it from the sidelines, Valle found that Bosingwa, Carvalho, Jorge Costa, and Valente almost retreated in a line, not only fast, but also neat.

If they counterattacked according to the normal routine, then Team B would have no chance at all. Li Qiao glanced at Fabio who was at the front, and teleported over with one kick.

Fabio put a pad on his chest and unloaded the ball. While he was holding the ball, Carvalho also leaned over.

Morais felt relieved on the sidelines. The opponent should be preparing to fight back, but Fabio's speed is too slow, pushing him to the front, I don't know what Valle thinks.

Fabio in the penalty area used small moves to protect the ball, all of which were flashy. If it was outside the penalty area, Carvalho would have swept it with a kick, but this time he was in the penalty area, so...

"What the hell is this kid trying to do? Is it fun to step on the ball?"

Fabio's performance at this time is not like a professional player, but a street juggler, blindly showing off his skills, but he does not break through.

"Hey, here we are."

The corner of Fabio's mouth turned up, and his teammates got in in the middle. Fabio made a cross pass to Ivanildo in the middle.

Jorge Costa, who was as stable as a mountain, was startled. It turned out that Fabio was a cover, and he went close to Ivanierdo.

When the ball arrived here, Morais was still not nervous, because Jorge was too stable, as long as he was in the middle, there would be no problem.

But what made him dumbfounded was that the opponent's striker ran over without taking the ball, and the ball leaked to the back point.

All eyes followed the ball, is there anyone here?
A white figure quickly caught up and pushed the ball without stopping. The ball was pressed very steadily and flew directly towards the goal without flying.

The Porto goalkeeper missed the save and the ball slipped past his hands.

Morais was stunned. He never expected that the Porto first team conceded the goal first in this game.

The entire Porto team was shocked, except for one person, that is Mourinho. He has been observing Li Qiao, originally just to relieve boredom, but after watching him, he found that this kid is very interesting, and he is very reasonable when handling the ball.

He doesn't stick to the ball, doesn't play the ball blindly, and moves more accurately. He is the kind of player who plays with his brain.

After watching these 20 minutes, Mourinho was not so shocked by conceding a goal.

Mourinho smiled in his heart: "Team B is really talented, interesting, and interesting."

*****
A conceded goal is more like a slap in the face, which makes the face of the first team lose their face, and they also raise their spirits, not talking about camaraderie, the game is a game.

As expected, a crazy counterattack followed, Porto's offense hit like raindrops, and everyone in the B team will come to help defend.

Mourinho has already seen the crisis. Once this kind of strong attack fails to work, he will be hit back again.

The Brazilian Del Rey flickered in the penalty area, flashed an angle, and pushed the far corner of the goal.

The ball slid past the goal.

Just as the Porto players were holding their heads in regret, the goalkeeper grabbed the ball from the ball boy and quickly took the goal kick.

He passed the ball to Li Qiao again.

This time Costinha learned a good lesson. The top midfielder has a strong ability to read the game, and Costinha is such a player.

He will not allow Li Qiao to take the ball forward no matter what this time, and he can foul when necessary.

Li Qiao felt the pressure vaguely before he took the ball, so he didn't turn around and just passed the ball away, but Costinha still gave Li Qiao a kick.

This is a kind of intimidation. The coercion against the core of the opponent makes you play football with the pressure in your heart. After kicking someone, Costinia immediately put on a good face and smiled at the referee, expressing his innocence.

"I play football and he moves too fast."

The referee was also tacit about this kind of old fritters, he laughed and warned him.

Li Qiao rubbed his ankle and took a while to get up.

"It hurts, you bastard."

This also made Li Qiao understand that this kind of strong confrontational game cannot be avoided. Ronaldo and Messi are so fast, and they have to be kicked a few times in each game. This is professional football and can only be faced.

Seeing Li Qiao standing up, Valle felt a little relaxed. In his heart, Li Qiao was already the undisputed core of Team B at this time.

"As long as Li Qiao is here, we have hope to win."

(End of this chapter)