[football] walk side by side

"Betty had no reaction to the shot!! al!!! Cyril-Slade!! Goal in!! An undeniably beautiful goal! Villas-Boas handed the captain's armband to the 16 year old before the game When he was a teenager, many media questioned Villas-Boas' decision, but this goal was enough to shatter all doubts! He can bear this heavy captain's armband!!"

Along with the commentator's voice, cheers and cheers sounded again in the stadium.Although it is only a league at the Portuguese League level, its excitement has already satisfied many fans.

"Huh? Cyril Slade didn't celebrate after scoring the goal. He returned to the center circle with the football in his arms." The commentator was a little surprised, but he didn't think too much about it: "Well...maybe he felt that as the captain He hasn't done enough, I believe he will have more exciting performances in the next games."

Cyril did not celebrate, but it was not the reason the narrator casually made up.

In fact, he regretted it the moment he did the rainbow move and sent the ball into the net.

As many people know, the rainbow dribble is not a practical football trick - more accurately, it is a way of dribbling that is more fancy than practical, and in many cases, it is often not Extraordinary optimal solution.

"...Damn it!" Cyril thumped his forehead, with a bit of annoyance in his depression: "...What the hell am I doing..."

This kind of behavior is not only inconsistent with his usual standards, but also very different.

For a severe paranoid, this kind of unplanned thing is simply intolerable.

But I have to say that this fancy performance did have some impact beyond the score-at least the Porto players looked very elated, sweeping away the previous sluggish atmosphere.Uh, of course, it was inevitable that the Lisbon players would be angered...

This score was maintained until the end of the first half.

"The referee blew his whistle, and the first half is over. Now the score is 1:2, with the home team in front. Before the game, some experts said that the outcome of this game is 45-[-]-in fact, it is not true. It’s true, and with [-] minutes left in the second half, it’s no surprise that either team takes three points.”

……

Andre Boas walked into the home team's dressing room with a sullen face.

Judging from the score of 1:2, the performance of the Porto reserve team does not seem to be bad, but in fact, if the unexpected goal of Cyril is excluded, the state of this team in the first half made him furious. What the hell!

He can tolerate technical crushing, but attitude problems are very annoying.

Before Boas pushed open the door of the locker room, murmurs of discussions could be heard in it, some were discussing opponents, and some were talking about Cyril, who was handsome and extraordinary. Costa even said loudly: "This counterattack It's so cool! Cyril, you must have thought about playing them like this before the game, right?"

And all these voices stopped abruptly after Boas came in.

Even people who don't know how to read words and expressions can understand the look of the head coach who is about to come.

"I thought you would at least have a little sense of shame, knowing how shitty your performance in the first half was." Boas looked around the locker room, no one dared to look at him at this moment. "But I think you seem to be quite happy now? It's like we've won the game."

The locker room was quiet, and no one dared to touch the head coach at such a time.

"Cyril Slade!"

Cyril lowered his eyes: "Yes!"

"I handed you the captain's armband, not for you to wear it as an ornament!" Boas's voice was not loud, but very serious: "As the captain, what were you doing when the players were in a bad mood at the beginning of the first half? Have you fulfilled your responsibilities as captain?"

No one expected that the manager's first target would be the hero of the team's first half, which made the players hang their heads even lower, and there is no doubt that their end will only be worse than this.

"Ricardo Costa," Villas-Boas added another name: "You get carried away by being promoted to the first team, don't you? Believe me, if this is a Portuguese Super League game, then you should go to the youth team now." The team reported."

"And you, Mario, as a defender, what are you doing so far? Are you crazy about going to Real Madrid?"

……

Unrelentingly counting down the players one by one, Boas said coldly: "Our tactics and strength are all right, the problem is your attitude towards this game! Yes, Mr. Wen Haisi is here to pick players , but what do you think you can do with this attitude? Let alone the u21 national team, if this continues, I don’t mind mentioning ten kid from the youth team to replace you!”

Costa was a little unconvinced. After all, he was young, and young people would always be very resistant to criticism from others, not to mention that he had already entered the first team. After this game, he would no longer play under Villas-Boas, so Opened his mouth to refute.

But he inadvertently glanced to the side, only to see Cyril sitting quietly on the side.

The captain who scored the goal didn't have any protests, but he blamed the coach here, isn't it too unreasonable to make trouble?

Thinking of this, Costa hesitated for a while, but finally said nothing.

Even though the others were dissatisfied, looking at the silent expressions of Cyril and Costa, they all dispelled any thoughts they shouldn't have.

"The tactics remain the same. You can play as you did in the first half and play in the second half. Costa keeps an eye on Ronaldo, and Mario pays attention to filling in. Cyril," Boas paused, looking at his favorite disciple: "Defense It's not what you are good at, you can try to attack when necessary."

The players who were named said in unison: "Yes, sir!"

Boas nodded with satisfaction: "We are now No.2 in the Portuguese League. Although we cannot be promoted, although we are only a reserve team, I think we also have an obligation to defend the glory of the dragon. What do you think?"

"Of course!!" "We want the Portuguese Champions!!" "Fuck them to death!!"

All kinds of messy answers sounded in the locker room. Most of the players in the Porto reserve team came from the local youth training camp. They were proud of their identity as Porto youth training players since they were young.

"Go, use your fighting spirit and teach the proud Lisbon a lesson!"

The players walked out of the locker room in twos and threes, and Cyril was the last.

"Cyril." Boas called to his captain.

Cyril turned his head: "Sir?"

"The goal just now was beautiful." Boas smiled and patted the boy on the shoulder: "Don't stick to the midfielder, your offensive ability is also very good."

Cyril did not become happy because of this only compliment, he shook his head: "I could have chosen a more sensible approach, but I didn't think carefully..."

Boas didn't wait for him to finish, and interrupted him forcefully: "It's not important." He looked at the boy with an almost soft expression, "The important thing is that you scored a goal, and that's enough. "

Cyril was slightly taken aback: "But..."

"No but," Boas said firmly, and at the same time, a very helpless smile appeared on his face: "To be honest, I wish you would be more self-willed..." He looked at Cyril With a confused look on his face, he shook his head again: "Forget it, the second half is about to start, you should go out and prepare too."

Cyril nodded, turned and walked out of the dressing room.

Looking at the boy's obedient and obedient appearance, Boas felt even more distressed.

He felt that there seemed to be something wrong with his coaching focus.

While the youth team coaches at the same level are racking their brains in order to let the young talents abandon their bells and whistles, temper their tempers, keep calm on the field and not impulsively beat others, Boas is trying to let his own youth training treasure Work hard on a more self-willed road.

Strange as it may sound, this is the thought of every Porto coach who has watched Cyril play.

Different from his eccentric and eccentric temper, he does not smoke, drink alcohol, have sex with women, drink carbonated drinks, eat junk food, and refuse everything that will affect his career. The regularity is exactly the same as the detoxification time of various organs of the human body.His personality is not cheerful, but he has a gentle and well-behaved good temper. The popularity of each echelon is also very good.

On the court, Cyril is also a typical team player. Between risky solo and passing teammates, he often chooses the latter with lower risk.If he makes a mistake, even if the head coach doesn't say anything, he will take the initiative to admit the mistake.Before and after the usual training, there is no need for the head coach to remind me of the extra training.

In other words, he has done almost everything a professional player can do!

Boas understands the situation in Cyril’s family—it’s no surprise. For teenagers from poor backgrounds, trying their best on the training ground to get a professional contract is often their teenage or even youth. all.

Compared with teenagers who simply love football, the cruel pressure brought by real life will force them to move forward. Because of this, such players tend to be more mature and stricter than other players.

But after all, people are people, not machines. Such a harsh daily standard like Cyril will definitely be accompanied by a lot of mental fatigue. If things go on like this, it is very likely to become a psychological burden.

In fact, Boas has always cared about this child. This feeling is like "my child is very obedient and sensible, and I am very proud, but he is too obedient and sensible, so I feel distressed." Not only was he not angry during this kind of fancy work, but he was genuinely happy, and for the first time, he felt that Lisbon No. 28, which ignited his children's youthful spirit, didn't seem so annoying.

Although this dead kid has already scored two of their goals.

At the beginning of the second half of the game, Sporting Lisbon obviously slowed down their offensive pace and became more cautious, marking Cyril more. Obviously, the ground-breaking goal in the first half has made Sporting Lisbon Fully aware of the attacking nature of this midfielder.

Correspondingly, Cristiano Ronaldo didn't feel much better. Ricardo Costa almost focused on his movements. An extremely close distance made it impossible for Cristiano to comfortably hold the ball, let alone pass it.

After finally getting a pass from his teammate, before Cristiano had time to speed up with the ball, Costa posted it again, just in the direction he planned to break through.Cristiano pretended to break through to the left, but seeing Costa staring at the ball under his feet, he did not move. In desperation, he had to pass the ball back to his teammate again.

Cristiano was very depressed by Costa's stare. At this moment, while he was running in the direction of the football, he couldn't help but raise his head and look at the No. 23 player in Porto.

Cyril Slade.

The captain of the Porto reserve team is known as the successor of the next generation of the dragon. He is also the one who saved Porto in the first half of the game and also played the entire Lisbon defense.

Before this game, Cristiano had never heard of this name.

The reason is very simple. In the words of the reporter, "Portugal can't keep Cristiano, he is a genius destined to belong to the top league." He is the undisputed leader of the dragons of the future."

One belongs to the top league, and the other probably can only stay in the Portuguese Super League. Are the two comparable?