[Football] King Of Europe

Fantastic night, everything was perfect for the fans and exciting for the Porto players.

From here to his home—he ultimately chose to go on foot.

It's not impossible to choose a means of transportation, but he firmly believes that his body is already in good shape, but Mourinho's reply to him will always be rejection.Refused, refused, so that he couldn't even make it to the inauguration of the new stadium.

Such a night of cheers.

A person walked home slowly.

Or it was because he came out early, there were not too many Porto fans on the street, but the deafening cheers in the Dragon Stadium could still be faintly heard until he walked far away.After a certain point in time, it was like a raging flood breaking out of an embankment. Blue and white flags, scarves and oil paints were flying in the streets and alleys of Porto.

Not being able to play, not getting time, not even being allowed to train.

The black-haired, green-eyed teenager scratched his hair, and he didn't even know why.

The home commentator Santos speculated that he may have been seriously injured, so he is still recuperating and may never be able to play again.

But he knew that he was fine, and those speculations about his serious injury were all nonsense.

—but he couldn't even speak up to defend himself.

Because in the Porto team, in addition to the head coach, there are also specific spokespersons for specific occasions, and they do not have the right to face the media directly.

Before he knew it, he came to a lawn, which was not far from his home, and a little further away was the famous St. Louis I Bridge, and under the Louis I Bridge was the Douro River.

The children nearby all like to play football here, but everyone's level is different. From time to time, there are teenagers who are too energetic but too sloppy to kick their own ball into the river.Looking back, there was a mournful face, begging the boatman to pick it up for him, or simply jumping into the river with a bang.

And here... he is no stranger.

He was still here at least for the first part of the season, meeting United scout Jim Ryan.

At that time, Mendes told him not to play wild football with an angry face. Jim Ryan happened to come here by chance. He even remembered the look of Manchester United scouts eager to pack himself to England immediately.

It's like an eternity.

His eyes wandered across the lawn, and then he stopped.

On the left side of the goal, about 37 meters away, there is a football docked quietly.

I don’t know which child forgot to take the ball away after playing football today, or was thrown here. This ball doesn’t look too new, and you can even see the warped thread where the leather is connected. , but the spherical surface is wiped very clean.

Sebastian looked up, the goal was right in front of him, and behind the goal was the Douro River flowing quietly under the moonlight.

Teenagers like to guard this goal when they play wild football, because it means that the offensive team is always in danger of accidentally kicking the ball into the river. It is a convention that the goalkeeper will not be responsible for which team kicks the ball down the river and which team picks it up.

Maybe he should ignore the ball and go home directly, maybe he can pick up the ball tomorrow and ask who it is, but he slowly walked to the ball as if possessed.

36 meters, maybe 37 meters.

Too far, too far from goal.

23 meters to 27 meters is the best position for a free kick, and the front of the arc top of the penalty area and even the surrounding circle are the best places to score.The place where the ball is placed is still a long distance from the top of the arc, and it deviates from the goal, further to the left of the post.

The visual distance is enough for him to make an estimate in his heart, such a distance, such an angle - even when he is in his best state, he probably wants to kick in.

The longer distance means greater strength, and the increased strength means faster speed, as well as the angle of deflection and the force of downward pressure. If you don't pay attention, maybe the ball will be kicked to the Douro River go inside.

——He used to just pass the ball, regardless of shooting.

However, he still walked to the ball as if possessed.

He squatted down and touched his shoveled right foot.

Instead of football boots, a pair of sneakers—barely enough.

His injury—has already healed!Nobody knew better than himself that those tackles never really hurt his bones.

But the team doctor asked him to rest, and the head coach refused him to return to the team.

It almost made him think of the situation of rolling back to the youth team after facing Real Madrid's injury last time.

His right foot was firmly nailed to the turf, stronger than ever.

The moon seemed to be tilted at an angle, and the silver light sprinkled to the other side, and a vague shadow appeared behind it.

Then he swung his left foot.

White light flashed across.

Straight to the dead end.

There was a "bang" sound in the air, which was enough to make people imagine the huge force generated at the moment the foot contacted the ball.The ball that hit the dead corner hit the net, the net waved, and even the uprights trembled endlessly.

The corners of his lips curled up involuntarily, and even his emerald green eyes were filled with a smile.

Then, he heard a gasp.

Sebastian turned around abruptly.

On the other side of the lawn, at some point, two teenagers of similar age stood up. Without exception, their eyes were full of surprise.

Sebastian subconsciously took a step back.

He was relieved when he realized that the cap on his head hadn't been taken off, still covering half of his face.The smile on his lips had already subsided, and the young man looked at the two surprised faces of his peers. He could not mistake these two faces, and he had just seen them in the Dragon Stadium not long ago.

And the slightly shorter one is being praised by Santos.

But, why did it appear here?

He suppressed the emotions in his heart, and said in a tone as if nothing had happened: "Is this your ball?"