Midfielder

Breaking the ice when the two teams were at their stalemate, Dallei was shouted by nearly 20,000 Portuguese fans before entering the player tunnel, as if they were collectively worshipping a national hero.

The entire Porto team seemed very happy at this moment. Being able to score at such a critical moment, these guys seemed to feel that they had already grasped the key to winning the final victory. Even assistant coach Brito began to joke with the players.

After the opening, due to Costinha's injury and the fouls on the field, the game atmosphere, which had been a bit solemn, was now completely gone. When these guys walked into the locker room, they all had smiles on their faces and looked very relaxed.

Lin Yi and other substitutes who did not return to the locker room together began to warm up in the center of the field under the training of the physical trainer. Although he did not know when he could play, stepping on the grass of the final field still made Lin Yi feel a little excited.

"Go on the field, play, and kill those Scots!" These thoughts kept lingering in Lin Yi's mind, which made it impossible for him to concentrate when he was warming up. Physical trainer Faria had to take a football and hit Lin Yi's head directly.

"Hey, Faria, you can't torture minors like this!" Lin Yi loudly protested the rigid physical trainer's action of throwing a football at his head, because this not only made him look very embarrassed in the middle of the field, but also made many fans burst into laughter when they saw this scene.

Especially those Portuguese fans, they are used to seeing this black-haired kid bring them joy on the field. Now seeing this little guy being hit there and almost falling down, they laughed even more, which made Lin Yi feel embarrassed.

"If you don't do warm-up exercises seriously, even if you can play, I will tell Jose that you should cancel this opportunity." Faria's dead face is almost the same as Mourinho's, but his words still work, at least Lin Yi has obediently warmed up.

If Lin Yi is not allowed to play in this game, it would be better to break his legs directly. Lin Yi does not want to sit on the sidelines for another 45 minutes. In the last half, he was thinking about the game almost every moment.

But Mourinho did not have the idea of ​​adjusting the lineup immediately, especially after the score was ahead. The stability of the formation and playing style is the most important at this time. Unless it is absolutely necessary, Mourinho will not choose to take risks. His notebook was closed again after Dallei scored.

Lin Yi was warming up while guessing when he would play, while Porto's goal had ignited the atmosphere in the Olympic Stadium.

The 1:0 lead made the Olympic Stadium a paradise for Portuguese fans to revel. Now they don't care how depressed those Scottish thigh men are. This dull game finally began to turn in favor of Porto after the goal, and they had reason to celebrate.

"Porto, champion!", "Dragon! The champion belongs to Porto!" Such shouts filled the stadium, and it made the Scottish people so silent for the first time. The Scottish men with flying skirts now sat in their seats with helpless faces.

After defending for more than 40 minutes, the opponent broke the goal. This damn feeling is really not good. No wonder they are so frustrated.

This is just the reaction of the fans. No one knows how O'Neill will communicate with the players in the locker room, but the camera on the scene once pointed at this hot-tempered Englishman after the goal, and everyone can clearly see the anger on his face.

Anyway, the Celtics' locker room is definitely not a gentle breeze and drizzle. As for what type of hair dryer the Englishman will use to deal with these unlucky guys, only the people in the locker room know, and a lion roar is inevitable.

Compared with those unlucky Scots, the Porto dressing room was definitely more excited, especially the goal scorer Dallei, who had become the focus of discussion, although Mourinho also reminded them to pay attention to those dangerous Scots.

But at this time, no one really realized that the opponent might counterattack. The attack of those Scots in the first half was like scratching an itch, and did not cause any trouble to the Porto defense line at all. What dangers could such an opponent have?

The opponent's attack had been successfully blocked in the first half, so could the opponent still have a chance to counterattack after leading? Even Jorge Costa, who was always cautious, had relaxed his vigilance, not to mention Carvalho and the others.

The lead in the score was already a signal for these Porto people to win the game, and Mourinho's warning did not cause them to pay too much attention. They might all be wondering if the coach was a little too cautious.

Although Mourinho had told these guys in the locker room to pay attention to the opponent's offensive movements, more Porto players still seemed a little lax at the beginning of the second half, especially Alenichev, who was responsible for wing defense.

After the kick-off, he directly faced Agathe who was rushing with the ball. Alenichev didn't react at all and was forced past by the opponent. He didn't even have time to stretch his foot to steal the ball.

When Mourinho saw this scene in the coaching booth, he stood up alertly, because he suddenly found that the opponent's entire formation had been pressed forward very strongly, and the back line had almost been raised to a place only about ten meters away from the center circle. This was a very dangerous signal.

"Return to defense!" Mourinho's loud roar had awakened those players who were still immersed in the lead. Valente's shovel directly knocked down Agathe who was forcibly dribbling the ball, but the guy had already passed the ball before being shoveled.

Petrov received the pass behind Agathe, and he did not stop at all. He directly made a cross at a 45-degree angle. The landing point of the football was directly at the edge of the Porto team's small penalty area, which gave Baia no chance to come out and catch the ball.

Mourinho's roar had not yet dissipated, and Baia, who was waiting for an opportunity on the goal line, had seen a shiny head passing by his eyes. The football was forcibly pushed out of a strange arc in the air by that guy, and directly stabbed into the back corner of the goal.

Carvalho, who was responsible for defending Larsson, didn't even react when the Swede broke into the penalty area. He couldn't even do the most basic positioning action and could only watch the bald guy sliding in the air.

Baia saw such a strange arc in the air, and he could only stretch his hands back helplessly. The bad position had left him with no choice. The moment he saw the net shaking behind him, he had closed his eyes helplessly.

The Swedish bald guy, who was strictly instructed by Mourinho to keep a close eye on before the game, used such a lightning-fast goal to bring the two teams back to the same starting line. Not only was it fast, but it was also deadly enough, like a sharp knife, instantly piercing the body of the Porto team.

1:1, the Swedish bald guy used his 200th goal in the Celtics to help the team equalize the score. When he celebrated the goal and retreated to his own half, he also pointed to the big screen. The Swede was also using this method to warn Porto that the game had just begun.

"Damn it! This is the punishment for relaxation!" When Mourinho saw this scene, he threw the notebook in his hand to the ground fiercely, his anger was burning! Because his players did not notice that the opponent had stabbed like a bayonet!

"GOAL! Less than 30 seconds into the second half, the Scots had tied the score. This was a blitzkrieg by the Celtics!!! God, that Swede actually headed the football into an arc in the air! Look at Baia's helpless expression, this is definitely a wonderful goal!"

The commentator in charge of the Scottish broadcast on the scene ignited the madness of more than 30,000 Scottish fans with such an exciting voice. Those men in skirts once again let thousands of bare thighs twist wantonly on the big screen on the scene.

The Portuguese fans who were still passionate just now were speechless at this moment. They simply couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.

While the Porto players were still upset about the damn goal, the Celtics' fierce pressing had already burned to the Porto half. Mourinho's roar on the sidelines had no way to cheer up the team immediately, and the Portuguese fell into an extremely passive situation.

Porto's defense line, which was instantly tense, was under tremendous pressure at this moment. There was even one time when Celtic midfielder Thompson's cross from the wing was almost headed into the goal guarded by Baia by Valente who was about to head the ball.

This situation was not the first or second time. The entire Porto team did not recover from the shock of being scored by the opponent. Even the always stable Deco was forced to retreat to the midfield to help his team defend, but this could not stop the opponent's continuous attack.

Dale and Kapshu had been taken away from the edge of the opponent's penalty area by the fiercely pressing Celtics. They could not even find any chance to receive the backcourt pass. Even if there were two high balls occasionally passed, those strong Scottish people would always grab the first landing point.

Porto's bad luck has not completely passed. In the 57th minute of the game, the Celtics' corner kick went directly to the goal. Baia's attack made a mistake and the ball was not kicked far. Carvalho's clearance ball was directly blocked by the Swede who was advancing.

Under the gaze of 60,000 eyes, the football bounced directly into the net, and it was a standard dead corner. This sudden goal made the whole stadium silent. Mourinho didn't even need to throw his notebook this time.

The Swedish bald man he had mentioned 10,000 times stabbed Porto twice in front of 60,000 people. Now Mourinho needs to fight back! The most desperate kind of counterattack!

He just turned his head and gritted his teeth and yelled at the bench, "Lin Yi! Give you one minute to prepare for warm-up! Now!"

From the score to the collective weakness of the scene, and the team also lost its due rhythm, Mourinho had no other choice at this time. Damn, it's a gamble to live or die!

Lin Yi's heart was beating faster the moment Mourinho called out his name. From now on, it will be his final time!

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