[Football] King Of Europe

Sebastian quickly turned his head to look at the electronic screen - the game went on to the 80th minute.

Then he groaned inwardly—it was only 10 minutes, and even less time to wait for him to warm up.

The small flame that had just started extinguished a little bit, but soon jumped up again-it's a good signal anyway, isn't it!

The home commentator Santos's commentary has always been enthusiastic, let alone the team's first game in this new year?He simply tried his best to mobilize the fans' emotions, and the blue and white fans also cooperated very well.

The game went so smoothly, the dragon can go further in the standings!

"McCarthy, McCarthy, McCarthy! He is the well-deserved mvp of the game. His early goal laid the foundation for Porto's victory. Despite his efforts, Rio Avi still couldn't break through the gate guarded by Vitor Baia... …José Mourinho seemed to want his hero to get cheers from the audience in advance, so he decided to make a substitution! In the 84th minute of the game, Porto announced a substitution. They replaced No. 15 with No. 77... "

The ending of Santos was suddenly lengthened because he saw a number that he hadn’t thought of at all. The Porto native of the Porto game, he hasn't seen No. 15 for a long, long time!

Is his injury healed?Why did Mourinho refrigerate him?All kinds of gossip in the past period of time, the first game of the new year...

Oh God!

"...No. 15, No. 15, Porto's No. 15 player on the field. Audience friends, how long has it been since we saw Porto's No. 15 appear on the field! Two months, two full months. I remember since I haven't seen him play since the Real Madrid game. Sebastian, Sebastian, he's finally back in our sights..."

In the stands of the Antas Arena, Mendes was wrapped in a thick scarf and kept writing something in his notebook.

"Unexpectedly, Jose finally chose to give him a little time today."

In the commentary booth, the biting cold wind did not dampen the enthusiasm of the commentator at all.

"...today is his birthday." Santos murmured.

However, the narrator had already turned off the microphone before saying this, so that no one could hear it.

Few people know that Porto's home commentator is a die-hard fan of Sebastian.

He witnessed the debut of the green-eyed boy.

Like Sebastian, Santos also subconsciously checked the time, only 5 minutes before the end of the game.At this moment, he wished that the pointer would move a little slower and slower, so that the 5 minutes would be infinitely extended; or the extra time would be longer and longer, so that the 5 minutes would be extended.

But he knew it was impossible, such a short 5 minutes.

Santos was stunned for a moment. After that, he quickly picked up his professionalism as a commentator and dutifully explained the game on the field: "Mourinho removed a striker and replaced it with a Midfield - Porto's formation has changed from 4-3-3 to 4-4-2. Generally speaking, the formation of 4-4-2 is more defensive than the unrestrained 4-3-3...but the change Sebastian, who went up, is not a defensive player, is he? In the past days, Porto basically played a 4-3-3 formation with stronger attack power, consisting of Delly, McCarthy, Jankos The trident formed by Cass is amazingly powerful, and Sebastian's entry and transformation, does it mean another attempt by Porto... Or, the previous cold reception was just bullshit?"

The more Santos thought about it, the more excited he became, and he almost hypnotized himself to believe this statement.Mourinho didn't really want to freeze Sebastian, he just released him as a prankster, and had been using the 4-3-3 formation to confuse those opponents until they studied the 4-3 for a long time 3-4, and after thinking they had the winning ticket, they changed it to 4-2-[-] all of a sudden, catching them by surprise!

think about it!Basically, the Portuguese teams ignored him, and only worked hard to study Porto's formation during this period. Once their inherent cognition was subverted, wouldn't Porto be able to cut melons and vegetables with ease?

This brain hole was so strange that Santos himself did not tell others, but secretly divided part of his attention and stuck it to Porto 15.Santos watched the ongoing game intently. Although the time was very short, he found something faintly, which made him a little worried.

In the next game, Santos once again affirmed his discovery.

——Sebastian's current situation is not so beautiful.

Five days after the game against Rio Ave, Porto played Ferreira away on January 1.The game at the Real Mata Stadium did not produce any waves. Porto won the game cleanly with two goals. Sebastian got a total of 10 minutes of playing time.

Seven days later, in an away trip to Braga, the Porto boys won by three goals. In this game, Sebastian still only got 10 minutes.

On January 1th, against Amadoya at home, Sebastian's time... is still 24 minutes.

On the last day of the month, Porto traveled to Lisbon to play Sporting Lisbon, and in this game he finally got a little more time - but still only 13 minutes.

Only a small part of the Portuguese media noticed him, and that was because he finally took a walk around the court, and more media directly ignored him.In such a little time, with Porto already winning, there is not so much room for him to play.

The media reported on Porto's victory, and the injured players or newcomers were swept away. In the cruel football world, there is no market for yesterday's yellow flowers.Occasionally, there are a few people who observe him, but they only feel that in these few games, his performance has been mediocre, far inferior to his previous state.

As for Sebastian, he's... trying to fit into the game.

Portugal.

Outside the window is cold and windy, snowflakes are fluttering, and the windows are full of mist, but inside the window is warm and harmonious, and there is no feeling of coldness at all.

Sebastian sat on the bed, holding the remote control panel, staring at the TV screen intently, and one guest after another came onto the stage.At this time, the phone rang.He glanced at the phone that was thrown far away, and didn't want to answer it at all.Sebastian thought to himself that it would be good to wait until the bell finished ringing, but he didn't expect it to weaken just now, so he remembered again.

This perseverance has the tendency to become a serial call of death.

He wanted to throw the phone out all of a sudden, but finally picked it up and took a look, oh, old friend~

"Hey, Oak, have you solved the problem now?" Cristiano asked him excitedly.

"Fortunately."

"Oh? Didn't your boss put you on the field for a stroll? This is much better than what you told me before."

"Okay, Chris, you know what you can do with such a short amount of time." Sebastian was a little distressed, "I feel that the prospect...is wrong, and no matter how you play it, something is wrong."

"what happened?"

"You know, I have played both 4-3-3 and 4-4-2 before, and our team basically uses these two formations. I was absent a lot a while ago, and they formed a synergy between them, integrated into a whole... ...I'm a little bit stuck in it."

Cristiano sneered: "Pull, who didn't integrate in this way, you've been in Porto for so long, I don't believe you won't be able to kick the ball after a while."

"No," Sebastian whispered, "They don't pass me the ball anymore."

"Oh, tell me?"

Say it to make you happy?Sebastian doesn't do this kind of thing, so he snorted twice and said, "I heard that you've been very chic recently, no one can snatch the ball from your feet, and your teammates are the same ..."

Cristiano immediately said: "Of course."

Sebastian: "..."

He choked.

Doesn't this mean that Cristiano is too independent to play football!Many sports newspapers in England have pointed this out, but I didn't expect him to be so proud of it.

Sebastian said cautiously, "Do your teammates have any objections?"

The voice on the other end didn't care: "Oh, who cares about them, I can grab the ball because I am good, if they have an opinion, go grab it by themselves!"

Sebastian: "..."

"Liu, let me say you, play a game, think so much about what to do, I don't believe that everyone will not pass the ball to you! You play how you played before, but it's only two months... don't you When you first entered Porto's first team, did they obediently pass the ball to you? You didn't kick it out by yourself."

"You seem to be quite right..."

"Of course. Here, if they don't pass the ball to me, I'll grab it myself!" Cristiano said proudly, "Hey, Oak, are you watching? The result will be out soon!"

"Looking at... what's wrong?"

"How I wish I could draw Porto!"

Sebastian: "..."

"What's the matter, don't you want to?"

"That means one team can't move forward."

"Hahaha, you are afraid that Manchester United will beat Porto to nothing!"

"Nonsense, Porto will not lose to Manchester United! Just wait until you get kicked and go home and cry!"

"Do you dare to bet with me!"

"I'm not going to bet with you, that's a game only childish kids will play, Chris, how old are you, why are you still like a kid!" Sebastian retorted him, "Besides, it's still a question of whether you can get it." Woolen cloth!"

What is going on on TV is the draw for the quarter-finals of the Champions League, which is being held in Nyon, Switzerland.Both Porto and Manchester United have successfully advanced from the group stage, and Porto ranked second in the group, and Manchester United ranked first in its group.After calculating various avoidance rules, Cristiano was surprised to find that the two teams still have the possibility of meeting in the quarterfinals.

——That's why he called at this time.

At this time, the guests on TV read "Porto".

In the apartment in England, Cristiano subconsciously straightened his back.

The guests unscrewed the small football toy with the note with their fingers, and slowly smoothed the crumpled note.

At home in Portugal, Sebastian's eyelids twitched.

The note was slowly unfolded, and the clear printed ink characters on it were fully displayed in front of every audience with the beating of the guests' fingers.

There was an undisguised and arrogant laugh on the other end of the phone: "Hahahaha, Li, let me tell you! How about it, take a gamble?!"

On the TV screen, the team that appeared in the ball of paper just now began to appear.

— Manchester United.

2003-2004 Champions League quarter-finals, Porto against Manchester United!