There is a dream called football

Chapter 67
The atmosphere in the locker room was gloomy, as if it was not Portugal, which was like spring all the year round, but London.

Mourinho did what he said, he didn't go back to the locker room, and the field was handed over to Mores, but at this time Mores didn't have the arrogance before the start of the first half.

Morais tapped the tactical board with his knuckles, "Team B trailed 0-2 in the first half, do you want me to call the boss, that's how you show me?"

The faces of several midfielders were dull. They should have been more cherished when they were rotated, but the possession of the ball was changing, and the opponent's midfield was too fast, and he sent a kick directly to Fabio's feet, so he had no chance to fight.

Morais glanced at Deco, but he said nothing.

But Maniche was short-tempered. He stood up and said, "Head, it's actually very simple. If you want to win, replace me."

Morais was noncommittal, and Maniche continued: "The kids in the B team are very fast. We underestimated them. Football is not guaranteed to win. Our tactics have indeed failed. This should be admitted."

Correct!
But the most difficult thing for a person is to admit that he has failed, which is worse than death. Morais had already guessed the cynicism from the media after the game, but after thinking about it again and again, he still gave a wry smile.

"That kid Jose is really smart, I seriously doubt he did it on purpose."

"Haha." Someone laughed.

Only then did Deco speak, "The opponent's defense actually has a lot of gaps, but our offense was a bit messy in the first half."

This sentence has already explained everything. Morais arranged his tactics, and substitutions in the second half were inevitable.

*****
"Children, the first team will fight us desperately in the second half, you have to remember this." The expression on Valle's face was worried, not like the leading side, but the lagging side.

"Let them come." Dada laughed.

"Gustavo, it's good to have confidence, but don't be careless."

Young people are like this, everything goes smoothly, arrogance and pride are inevitable, and this is what Valais is most worried about.

Li Qiao knew that the team took the lead in the first half, half of it was because he played really well, and the other half was because the opponent underestimated the enemy.

In the second half, it is impossible for such a situation to occur. Even if the opponent does not make substitutions, these players who remain on the field will work hard.

Li Qiao scored two goals in the first half. He felt that he was qualified to say such a thing, so he stood up, "I think what the head said is right. It's just luck that we lead. We need to be more careful in the second half. Maybe we woke up the sleeping giant."

The teammates nodded. The core on the court is played. The one who can score is the master. Li Qiao scored two goals. What else can I say?

*****
As soon as they played in the second half, the opponents changed, and Deco and Maniche stood on the sidelines waiting to play.

The players of the B team also felt a little bit in their hearts. This seemed to be serious, especially Maniche, that explosive shot was really terrifying.

At the beginning of the second half, with Deco on the field, Porto's offense suddenly had a core, and the ball was delivered to the Brazilian's feet.

Team B has two defensive midfielders to mark Deco closely, but he catches and distributes the ball very quickly.

One shot.

A dial.

They all use very small movements to handle the ball, so that even if they want to kick someone, they have no chance.

Carlos Alberto ran out of space in the ribs. Deco saw it and flicked his foot. He thought the ball must have been put in a straight line, but he didn't expect it to be passed to Maniche.

Carlos Alberto was tasked with taking away a centre-back and Maniche took the ball unguarded in front of the box with a flying kick.

A explosive shot hit the goalkeeper's body, knocking mountains and shaking tigers, with great force, but the angle was not so tricky, and the goalkeeper's arm was numb.

No ball was conceded, but Valle saw the crisis. After Deco played, the opponent's offense was not chaotic, and the ball was under his control.

"Amazing, worthy of being a midfield magician."

Deco took the ball too easily, and Li Qiao couldn't stand it anymore. In modern football, it is common for forwards to return to defense, so he also ran back and sneaked close to Deco.

The moment Li Qiao kicked out, Deco stretched out his foot and pulled the ball back. It turned out that he had noticed Li Qiao long ago.

Excellent organization cores all have the vision of God, which is a necessary skill. Deco doesn't have eyes behind him, but he still knows a little bit about the situation behind him. This is by leisurely observation.

Looking at Deco, Valle is really greedy. It would be great if the team also had such a midfielder. Li Qiao can go to the side, and the threat can be even greater.

At this moment, there was a target moving at a high speed in Valle's sight, and it was the Brazilian Delray.

Del Rey was going for a walk in midcourt, but suddenly sped up, which for a striker meant asking for the ball.

And an excellent midfielder is to comfortably send the ball to the striker's feet at this time. The moment Delray started, Deco saw it in his eyes, and sent it straight, the ball arrived, and the person arrived!
Team B's defense made up for it, and Del Rey took a decisive shot from a little inside the penalty area.

The ball hits the far corner and hits the net.

Porto was celebrating, and the B team players were a little confused, and didn't feel that they had done something wrong. Why did they suddenly have such a big gap in the defense?
Everyone glanced at Deco, no wonder everyone said he was a midfielder magician, and he was a bit like that.

Li Qiao suddenly thought of Haji, the man called Maradona of Romania. He also played in the same style, and he was elusive when he played the ball in the midfield.

After a brief celebration, the game continued.

Gomez suggested that Valle send someone to mark Deco, but the latter shook his head, "I have watched many first-team games, and any team that does this is miserable."

Gomez also understood that after Deco attracted more defenses, there would be more space in the back line, and he would pass the ball more unscrupulously.

"It's better to defend in divisions. It's best to stand in your own position."

The assistant nodded.

Before Deco came on the field, the ball possession rate of the two sides was about 6 to 4, and the first team accounted for 6%. After Deco came on the field, the ball possession rate of the B team dropped further, and the drop was ugly.

Suddenly, Deco took the ball in front of the penalty area, and all the players of team B huffed and blocked him, blocking all his ball routes as much as possible.

At this time, most people either split sides or pass back, but Deco's handling was unexpected again. He flicked his ankle and used a kick to pick the pass.

It was a blind pass again, which means that Deco estimated that Carlos Alberto was there, so he passed the ball.

And Carlos Alberto is really here. After he caught up, he shot a burst, and the ball roared towards the goal.

(End of this chapter)