[Football] King Of Europe

He felt as if he had read it wrong, but Emmanuel actually ran onto the field, and Sebastian, who was completely in a state of confusion, turned around to see the fourth official smiling at him.

Sebastian smiled back and was about to walk towards Mourinho, but he froze as soon as he took a step.

Who will tell him why "15" is on the electronic card of the fourth official!

He only played in the second half, and it's only been 5 minutes from now...? !

After only playing for 5 minutes, he was replaced by the coach...

Sir, you must be joking!

Eyes swirled on the fourth official's electronic card, and immediately turned to Mourinho.Unbelievable was clearly written in Sebastian's eyes. Coincidentally, the young marshal of Porto also looked at him, and the Portuguese even cocked his mouth at him.

But in Sebastian's eyes, it was a powerless smile.

"gentlemen……"

Although usually he would not do this, but this time, he decided to break the casserole and ask the end!I have played football for so many years and watched games for so many years. I have never heard of a situation where someone was replaced after only playing for 5 minutes!

At least he is definitely not like him. He was replaced for 5 minutes just now, and he was replaced immediately!

Sebastian had doubts and incomprehension in his eyes, and he really wanted to get an answer from his head coach.I've never heard of such a substitution. Isn't that a waste of quota? !

As a result, Mourinho answered irrelevantly: "The free kick is beautiful."

Oh? !

The boy who was praised by the head coach blushed instantly, and his eyes blinked, as if he was dizzy.

The compliments from his head coach are the sweetest icing in the world, forming an impenetrable thin shell to envelop him. The teenager in this layer of icing seems to be dreaming, his mind is full of praise bubbles.

Oh!

He also thinks his free kick is special, special, special beautiful!

This kind of fairy ball, even if he kicked it a hundred times, he wouldn't be able to get it out!

"What are you thinking?!"

"...I feel like I've been lucky."

Sebastian said this subconsciously, and then he saw his head coach twitching the corners of his mouth, and the veins on his forehead seemed to be scrambling to pop out.

"Very well, I think so too."

No matter how you listen to this sentence, it has nothing to do with praise.Sebastian blinked, finally remembering why he came.

Then he lowered his head following Mourinho's gaze, and saw a pair of dirty football boots lying in front of the young coach of Porto.One silver, one copper—

Very well, a pair of shoes have arrived.

Sebastian curled his lips, not hiding the disgust in his eyes at all.

Mourinho was speechless by his expression, pressed his head and told him to take the shoes away.Sebastian's feet just moved, and there was another "click", "click" sound under his feet.

—the perfect embodiment of a misfit.

Mourinho felt blessed for a moment, and said casually, "Does the shoe still fit?"

"How is it possible...the captain's feet are much bigger than mine, and I can't even put them on stably."

The unsuspecting Sebastian complained in a low voice, but when he picked up the laces of his two shoes, he saw the madman with a black expression on his face: "Your ball...is actually a big kick from a shoe! Come on!"

Sebastian took a small step back and immediately denied: "No!"

Mourinho said nothing.

"Really do not have!"

The Porto young marshal didn't say a word, and even turned his head away.

"Sir... ok, ok, it's just a kick, I was going to shoot a heavy cannon. I don't know, just broke the door like that!"

"..."

"gentlemen……?"

"Go back to your place!"

The young marshal of Porto roared in anger, and directly caught the horrified eyes of the young disciple x1, which made him turn around and roll back to his seat in fright.

Mourinho, who had already begun to look like a "madman", raised his eyebrows in displeasure, causing the Porto players on the field to panic for a moment, fearing that they had done something wrong, and all of them tucked their tails to behave.

The little bastard who can kick a beautiful ball even with a flaw, don't be buzzing in his ears!

"Hey, what happened on the field?" The commentator was puzzled before, but immediately began to growl, "Porto replaced No. 15!"

Sebastian, who was sitting on the bench, curled his lips in displeasure. He is the sad and pitiful protagonist in the commentator's mouth!

"...I don't know what Mourinho was thinking, he was just replaced at the beginning of the second half, and the game is now at 51 minutes - he has only played less than 5 minutes!"

He also knew that he only played 5 minutes!It is simply unheard and unseen!

"At the beginning of the second half, Mourinho has already used two substitutions, but now, his third substitution is also used!"

Yes, there are still two substitutions for him!The first one is used to replace him, and the second one is used to replace him-it is estimated that this weird substitution method can leave a strong mark in Portuguese football anecdotes in the future.

"And Sebastian also kicked that excellent direct free kick! He was replaced after that free kick! This is really incomprehensible..."

well said!He can't understand it himself!

"Perhaps the crazy scene of the Leiria players left Mourinho with some shadows in his heart. Their crazy players hugged Sebastian's calf, and even the fans who ran naked into the field just now seemed to be heading for him. ...Ah! Just now Sebastian gave up on taking back his shoes, could it be that he was replaced because he didn't have spare boots?!"

Sebastian froze—

This is really well-founded and convincing.

Jorge Costa's boots are still a bit bigger than his own, the ball... well, he really wanted to kick a heavy shot, but the shoe was too big to control, the ball was flawed, and it was flawed became an arc.

It can be regarded as a crooked attack, which is gratifying.

Jorge Costa was knocking on his head, Sebastian looked up: "Captain, what are you doing!"

The Portuguese put on a straight face: "Shoes, return the shoes to me!"

Sebastian bowed his head, yo ha!Costa has no shoes on her feet yet!Just one pair of socks!

"Don't pay it back! You already borrowed me this game, and the game is not over yet!"

Costa stared at him with his eyes open, but there was no power at all. Sebastian snorted triumphantly, and then saw his captain's face quickly develop towards the bottom of the pot.

In order to avoid any unpredictable changes, Sebastian wisely chose to give in—a small, insignificant, but enough to make Costa dumbfounded—

He bent down and handed Costa the shoes he had just brought back.

Sure enough, the captain of Porto Kuanhe had helplessness written all over his face.

Of course Sebastian knew why, his shoes were a little too small!Seeing Costa's helpless expression really made me feel happy, Sebastian snickered, but his eyes widened in the next second.

Costa actually stretched out his hand!

He hastily withdrew his hand, and pressed his pair of shoes under the bench bench, where Costa couldn't reach-it's one thing to joke, but it's really not allowed!

"Hey, Sebastian, what are you doing? Why did you take it back? I really like your shoes!"

The green-eyed boy had a bitter face: "Captain, stop joking... Someone spit on it! There are some things I don't know what it is... I don't plan to wear it anymore!"

He hurriedly took off the pair under his feet and kicked Costa's feet.

Captain Porto happily put away the shoes he borrowed, and asked curiously, "You don't plan to wear those shoes anymore?"

What to wear!

Thinking of being spat on, some messy things, and that fan's white flesh... the psychological shadow is about to rise, okay? !

The 90-minute game is about to come to an end, and the hearts of the fans on both sides are already hanging in the air. One side hopes that the game can be longer and longer, but the other side wants the game to end soon!

Already a large number of fans in the stands stood up, and both sides waved their scarves, flags, and posters in their hands, and they tried their best to cheer for the team.The fans of Leiria hoped for a final winner, but as time passed, their hopes became more and more elusive.

And what about blue and white fans? !

They want the game to end immediately!It's better now, immediately, the referee blows his whistle, so that all suspense and unknowns will be stifled!

The fourth official raised the electronic card on the sidelines, and added time-a total of 5 minutes!

"God, why is the stoppage time so long!" Porto fans quickly shouted, "Why another 5 minutes!"

"Because the fans were running naked, he was delayed for a while..."

"Son of a son of a bitch... You shouldn't have given him even one minute of stoppage time!" The impatient fans had already burst into foul language, and his eyes were turning red.

All the fans were staring at the off-court, at the referee's whistle, and at the ball.

1 minute of stoppage time, Porto won a corner kick.

In 2 minutes of stoppage time, Porto's corner kick was taken by Leiria and played a quick counterattack. Their forward rushed near the top of the penalty area, but Costinha shoveled the ball away.

3 minutes of stoppage time, Leiria's free kick.A high-quality heavy shot shocked people to have a heart attack. Vitor Baia played bravely and lifted the free kick over the crossbar with one hand.

4 minutes of stoppage time, Leiria's corner kick, a scuffle in the penalty area——

"Beep-beep-beep-"

Two short and one long, the whistle pierced the sky!

The author has something to say: Last year, in today's stadium, the three players with broken cars stand out against each other

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