There is a dream called football

Chapter 91
The first half is over.

Ferguson sorted out his windbreaker, left the court, and in the locker room, his assistant handed him a document.

"Li Qiao?"

"Chinese?"

Ferguson is no stranger to Chinese players. Manchester United's scouts are paying attention to a Chinese player named Dong Fangzhuo, who is said to be quite talented.

"How many years have you signed with Porto? Is there any liquidated damages?"

The assistant shook his head, "I also searched online, but I couldn't find any specific information."

Sir Alex patted his assistant, "Continue to pay attention."

Manchester United is very strong at this time, but Ferguson has already seen the crisis, that is, the class of 92 is getting old, the iron dynasty, the flow of players, and it is time for Manchester United's players to be replaced.

Cristiano Ronaldo was bought last summer, but one player obviously cannot support a team.

Ferguson is like a strict father to his disciples. The locker room was very quiet. He first affirmed the first half of the game, and then changed the subject, "We should be in awe of Portuguese football. Football in this country is very strong. Children, don't think things are so simple."

The team members nodded to express their approval for the boss.

Ferguson pointed to the assistant, and he was responsible for the tactical arrangement. He called Ronaldo and O'Shea aside.

"You guys are ready to play in the second half."

One of O'Shea and Ronaldo is defensive and the other is offensive. Sir Alex also prepares with both hands, which is also his rigor.

After finishing the layout, Ferguson picked up the information just now and looked at it, "The speed is good, but I don't have much experience in major competitions. It might be a good thing to spend a season in Porto."

*****
In the Porto locker room, Mourinho didn't talk about tactics. His tactics in the first half were obviously a failure, but the madman certainly couldn't apologize.

"What are you doing with your head down? We didn't lose."

The two-round match is now 1-2. To be honest, there is still a lot of suspense, but the two away goals are still in the throat.

"Forget the first half, we played the second half again, remember last year in the UEFA Cup final? We also played against a team from the UK. I know the British are very strong on the pitch, but we also have our own advantages."

"Li Qiao, what do you think is our strength?"

Mourinho suddenly called Li Qiao's name, which was unexpected, and he stood up.

Teammates look at him, and it's kind of... funny.

"Our strengths?"

"Yes, let's talk about it."

"Our jersey looks better."

puff.

At first Maniche popped, and then popped like firecrackers, one after another.

"Hahaha."

The originally serious locker room was suddenly filled with joy.

Mourinho laughed in his heart, but on the surface there was no wave.

"What are you laughing at? Isn't it? Our shirts just look better than Manchester United's."

The laughter gradually stopped, and Mourinho gestured for Li Qiao to sit down, "You bastards, if you don't tie the score to 2-2 in the second half, I'll wait for you at [-] meters."

sweat!
*****
Walking out of the player tunnel, Li Qiao saw a familiar figure - Ronaldo.

At this time, Ronaldo is wearing earrings, dyed hair, and he is young and innocent. He is not yet Manchester United's thigh, and he is still a rotation role.

But Li Qiao knew the height he could reach later, the height of a generation of football champions. Li Qiao wanted to strike up a few words and scare the president with fluent Portuguese, but Li Qiao didn't do that, but ran onto the court quickly. As far as this game is concerned, Li Qiao is better than Ronaldo, at least he played.

This YY, the mood is also good.

In the second half, Ferguson moved Saha to the wing and pushed Van Nistelrooy into the center alone.

Fortune came back to form a defensive barrier.

With such an adjustment, the central lane has been strengthened, while the side lanes have become sharper.

Mourinho took a look, don't look at Ruud van Nistelrooy in the penalty area, but this guy is the kind of player who can solve problems at critical moments.

Ruud van Nistelrooy is known as the king of the small penalty area. In fact, he likes this style of play quite a bit. He is at the front by himself.

Saha takes the ball from the wing, a healthy Saha is the kind of top striker with very fast speed, against Valente, the Frenchman is not afraid, and chooses to force a breakthrough with speed.

Valente is also fast and sticks close, but cannot completely limit the dead opponent. Saha forcibly crossed with his right foot under such circumstances.

Jorge was a step slower, Ruud van Nistelrooy headed the goal first, and Baia stretched out his hand to pounce.

There was a huge exclamation from the Dragon Stadium.

"Biare saved Porto again." Martin Taylor said flatly, of course he was a bit regretful, if Ruud van Nistelrooy's goal went in, the game would have ended early.

Still in shock, Bai Ya saw Li Qiao waving from a distance, "Give it to me, give it to me."

Baia knew what this meant, and immediately kicked the goal kick, which was aimed at Li Qiao.

The Manchester United generals were taken aback for a moment. They were still immersed in the regret of an attack, but they didn't expect the opponent to counterattack.

Bart and Li Qiao faced each other and never let Li Qiao get the ball, and the latter didn't get the ball either. He roughly estimated Deco's position, tapped his heel, and then ran forward, because Li Qiao expected that with Deco's football IQ, he would definitely send it back to him.

Sure enough, Deco lived up to Li Qiao's expectations, the ball was delivered steadily to his running route, and Li Qiao kicked quickly.

Brown moves over, this is his defense zone, he slides over and does his best to expand his defensive area.

If Li Qiao hits the goal directly, it will hit the target, and it is also what the opponent expects most.

So Li Qiao...

One buckle!
The dunk was perfect, and then the ball was pushed to the middle, and McCarthy followed up and kicked the ball into the goal.

The chewing gum fell out of Ferguson's mouth, and he was dumbfounded. It was 2-2. He never expected that Iron Blood Manchester United would be equalized.

Immediately afterwards, the old man completely lost his temper, and Bart was the punching bag. He pulled Bart over, "What's the matter with you? Don't you want to hang out at Manchester United?"

Bart was so trembling that he didn't dare to say a word.

On the other side, Mourinho simply applauded. The more he has to hold his breath at this time, obviously Mourinho is the one who can hold his breath.

McCarthy went crazy with joy, he rushed to Li Qiao and hugged him, "Haha, the biography is beautiful."

"You run well."

Of course McCarthy knew that Li Qiao was being polite, Maniche touched Li Qiao's head, "Amazing, awesome."

Li Qiao ran towards Deco. In fact, the most exquisite part of the ball was his through ball, which was really comfortable and showed the level of a master.

"It's beautiful."

Deco just smiled lightly, this is his characteristic, a very calm person.

The game continued, and this time it was Manchester United's turn to be restless.

(End of this chapter)