[Football] King Of Europe

Porto, who went to Seville, got a draw. For the players, this was not a satisfactory result. After all, their plan before the game was to take all three points——

However, thinking that this is the first UEFA Champions League game of the new season, and before that they faced a relatively strong opponent like Sporting Lisbon, it seems that it is not unacceptable. In any case, getting a point is better than not getting it powerful.

The local players who returned to Porto did not take too much rest, and immediately put themselves into the preparations for the next game, because their opponent was Benfica.

This is the second national derby of the season and, as usual, it has attracted too many eyes.However, the meaning of it is very different from a season ago——

A season ago, Porto was in turmoil, but now this team is strong; a season ago, Porto was even hovering in the middle, but now, they rank second in the standings.

In contrast, Benfica is only tenth and looks likely to continue to slide anytime, anywhere.

Although the two seem very different, they still can't stop the attention of the media-the whole of Portugal is paying attention to this game.

Simao Vigan whistled comfortably, and walked towards the Porto press conference hall with a full set of equipment. The young man was so relaxed that the heavy equipment did not bring him any fatigue, not even a little nervous--

Nonsense, what is he nervous about? !

Since that afternoon around the corner at Porto's training ground, Simao Wigan doesn't think he's ever nervous anymore.

This is his dream life, as a sports reporter—oh no, to be more precise, a football reporter circulates between major clubs, gets information that everyone cares about from players and head coaches, and then reports their Ideas communicated to fans.

If in the past, perhaps he hadn't even opened the door to this circle for him, but now, he can even be said to be on the right track-since that time against Scolari, Mourinho, Sebastian After Stian's joint report, his status in the "Porto Business Daily" has been greatly improved, so much so that he has attracted some people's jealous eyes.

But who cares? !

He is now briskly walking towards the press conference in Porto, but those who are jealous of him can only look for interview opportunities in other places.

This young man who was unknown a few days ago has become a new force in the newspaper, and even the editor-in-chief has high hopes for him.

Simao Vigan walked into the press conference with ease, and it was no surprise that he saw familiar faces in twos and threes.The football circle in Porto is neither big nor small, at least they still have a little bit of acquaintance with each other.

Of course, everyone is in a competitive relationship, and they all know each other well.

They may talk and laugh, or say hello to each other, but there are some resources—but they can't give up a little bit or even a little bit.

Who will Mourinho bring to the press conference today?

After Simao Wigan seized the favorable position, he was still in the press conference hall, but his thoughts had drifted away.

Is it Jorge Costa, the seasoned and prudent captain, or Andre Deco, the midfielder, or some other player?He can change the questions he asks according to the characteristics of the players, but these...are they really important?

Although it's true...it's not very good, but in Simao Vigan's heart, he really doesn't think this is very important at all.In fact, the young reporter didn't even have any hesitation or doubt in his heart, but was full of confidence—he had become a Porto fan through and through, and he didn't think there would be any suspense in this national derby.

Benfica, which has long lost its former glory, and Porto, which is so powerful that people dare not beat its edge-Simao Wigan is no different from other dragon fans, firmly believing that the dragon will win the final victory.

Therefore, his focus...is not actually here.

The young reporter looked around at his peers, and couldn't help but smile slightly, but this smile came and went quickly, and it was so fleeting that one almost thought it was an illusion.The eyes of someone around him turned at this moment, and they saw the young reporter frowning slightly for some reason.

Could Simao Wigan, one of the lucky Porto sportswriters, have something to worry about?

However, if he knew what Simao Vigan was thinking silently in his heart at the moment, he might frown even deeper than him.

It was a string of numbers and a noun.

10.1 - Looks exactly like a date.

But there is another word that cannot be misunderstood - Real Madrid.

Simao Wigan did not worry about this game at all. The young reporter, like many dragon fans, did not feel that Benfica was enough to be their opponent.As a qualified fan and a professional reporter, he naturally kept Porto's schedule in mind. The dragon's next opponent is Gamares, and the team he will face in the league in six days is not enough For fear.What really worried him was the opponent he was going to face in the Spanish capital ten days later—that behemoth, powerful and star-studded galaxy battleship.

Those thunderous names and heavy crowns, even just thinking about them, are daunting.

Mourinho himself said that he needs thirteen people to barely play against Real Madrid.

What's more...there was that fiasco two years ago.

One pile after another, endlessly -- it's as uncomfortable as the top of a mountain.

Simao Wigan does not want to ask questions about the opponent ten days later. As a reporter, but even more a Porto fan, he is unwilling to put pressure on his beloved team at this time.

However, all of this was already faltering when we saw who followed the head coach in the press conference hall.

His instinct as a fan ordered him to shut up his chattering mouth. However, his duty as a reporter was tempting bit by bit. His reason was almost fragmented between the back and forth between the two sides. He didn't know how he asked those boring questions. of.

Mourinho's answer was polite and formulaic, and Simao Wigan could guess what he wanted to say with his eyes closed-when the Porto young marshal decided to use a bureaucratic tone, his rhetoric was always back and forth like this A few sets, young reporters who have done their homework already know about it.

I can't ask anything... He wanted to sigh a little bit, but the side that belonged to the fans jumped up slightly, joy and frustration, two diametrically opposite emotions intertwined and stirred in his mind, so noisy that he felt like his brain was about to crack for a moment .

Then, for some unknown reason, Simao Wigan turned his gaze to the black-haired boy beside him.

He was still sitting upright, with half-length black hair hanging down smoothly, looking gentle and well-behaved.However, Simao Vigan would never mistake his eyes, the kind of eyes that have been lost in thought because of thinking about something, and have already abandoned the things in it.

What is he thinking about?As the darling of Porto, what should Sebastian worry about? !

Almost instantly, an answer flashed through Simao Wigan's mind.

The next moment, before the time expired, almost without thinking, he asked the question that had been lingering in his heart.

——Even if it sounds, it even has a bit of cruel meaning.

The upcoming challenge, the opponent who faced it two years ago, paid a heavy price for five games of suspension, and is now more powerful Real Madrid.

And the moment he finished speaking, almost at the same time, Sebastian gave the answer——at such a speed, it seemed that he had already answered a thousand or ten thousand times in his heart, so that he had already answered proficient.

"I am looking forward."