Football No. 10: God's Perspective

The Eagles held a pre-match team meeting at Blue's house.

Anne put a thick stack of information on the table.

Blue said with a serious expression, "This is the player information of the Porto team. Each of you can take a copy to study."

In order to get this information, Blue spent a lot of effort.

According to Anne, the old man called friends in the football circle all night, and even so, he paid a huge sum of 3,000 euros out of his own pocket.

The information was very detailed, and it was a professional scout report at a glance, including the evaluation of the players' various abilities, dominant foot, shortcomings, etc.

The meeting ended quickly, and Wang Po was left alone before leaving.

The players of the Eagles all gave a look of "you kid wish you good luck".

Anne sat aside obediently, looking at him with a smile, which made Wang Po even more uneasy.

Blue brought a cup of coffee, put it in front of Wang Po, and asked. "What do you think of the last game?"

Wang Po was startled, and it was not because of Anne kissing him, and he was relieved immediately.

Anne was so amused that she giggled, and Wang Po was embarrassed.

Blue glanced at her granddaughter with a warning, and Anne stopped laughing.

Wang Po showed a gloating expression, which caused Anne to roll her eyes.

Blue continued, "Porto is strong, there is no doubt about it, but football games are not as simple as comparing strength on paper. It's about tactics and willpower. I don't think we have no chance in this game."

"Sometimes the shining points of a star are enough to kill the game. I have a trump card like you in my hand. I think the team can compete with Porto."

Wang Po raised his eyebrows and showed a strange expression, "So you already have an idea?"

Blue nodded and said earnestly, "In this game, I want to throw you to the front line."

In the previous game, the highest level they faced was only the Portuguese League team. Although the Eagles and them had gaps in player ability and tactical tacit understanding, they were not so far apart. In addition, the team had Wang Po as a trump card, which ensured that this dark horse would be dark to the end.

But Porto is not just any team.

The Eagles were in a disadvantageous position and there was a gap in level. If there was a strong point in the team, it would be Wang Po.

Good steel was used on the blade, Wang Po was pushed to the front line, hoping that the star would kill the game.

This was also Bruce's helpless move.

"I'm fine." Wang Po said after a pause. "But, in this case, it would be too difficult to pass the ball from the backcourt."

Wang Po was still very clear about the team's problems. Except for him, no one could hold the ball, and this was when facing the Portuguese League and Portuguese League teams.

Porto is the Portuguese Super League.

Bruce knew it well, and sighed and said, "If I had eleven Wang Pos, it would be great."

As soon as the words fell, the old and the young looked at each other in the living room and smiled bitterly.

...

"Grandpa asked me to take you back."

Anne ran out of the house like a happy little lamb and caught up with Wang Po who was leaving.

"What? The old man decided to sacrifice his precious granddaughter in order to let me play well?" Wang Po asked with a grin.

"Of course, but I'm afraid you don't have the ability?"

"Just for what you said, I have to beat Porto." Wang Po patted his chest and said.

"You are bragging." Annie curled her lips and said, "If you can really lead the team to win the championship, I don't mind helping you get rid of singleness."

Wang Po's index finger moved, and he said calmly on the surface, "Don't deny it when the time comes."

"No." Annie stuck out her tongue and said, "Oh, I should go back."

Wang Po asked with some disappointment, "Didn't you say that the old man asked you to send me off?"

"Grandpa doesn't know I'm out." Annie put her mouth close to Wang Po's ear and said.

Little did he know that Blue was standing on the balcony of the attic watching all this. He had no way to deal with this precious jewel in his palm. As long as it was not excessive, he would turn a blind eye.

The match day arrived as scheduled.

At Porto's home stadium, the Dragon Stadium, 52,000 seats have been filled with fans.

Reporters with cameras and guns were on standby.

This scene was comparable to the Focus League.

The most eye-catching part was the VIP seats, where all the bigwigs were sitting.

Costa, the owner of Porto, and next to him was a white-haired old man in a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

"Wow, isn't that Real Madrid's old man?"

"Look over there, it's Barcelona's president, Juan."

"Oh my god, they are all bigwigs, and the Red Devils' vice president, Sandezi, is also there."

...

The top and second-in-command of the giant team, the boss Costa, is really big-faced. Even some football reporters who have been fighting in the Champions League and the World Cup for many years were shocked by such a scene.

There is only one reason why such bigwigs flocked to it, for the SS-level defensive midfielder Silva in the scout report.

With the rapid development of today's football, the position of the front midfielder has less and less room for survival, and its function is more given to the defensive midfielder position.

Undertake defense and offense, and go back and forth between the two penalty areas of the court throughout the game, covering defense, organizing offense, shooting and scoring. It is said that you have to have both fish and bear's paw. The players in this position have extremely high talent requirements.

This type of player is also called Box-to-box (B2B for short), an all-around midfielder.

For example, Wild Boar Davis, Gullit, Yaya Toure...

A world-class B2B defensive midfielder can completely elevate the team's offense and defense to a higher level.

This type of player is definitely a high-end product in the player market, a hot commodity, and even more important than some SSS-level players in other positions.

With such a good seedling in hand, it is natural to show it to the world so that it can be sold at a good price in the future.

Costa's wishful thinking is clanging.

The noise of the audience is suffocating.

Whether it is the Porto echelon or the Eagles, the young players are experiencing such a major scene for the first time, excited, excited, and nervous.

"As long as you work hard, this will be a small scene for you in the future."

Hamburger, who entered the inner field as a team staff member, came over and personally put on the captain's armband for Wang Po.

Wang Po nodded heavily.

There is also a cute little white sheep pattern drawn with a watercolor pen on the captain's armband on his right arm, which was drawn by Annie.

Aries represents Wang Po's Aries, and the meaning is self-evident.

The players of both teams have finished warming up.

The court began to be watered heavily, and the air was mixed with the smell of soil and grass, giving people a cool feeling.

The players of the Eagles gathered in a circle, and Wang Po, as the captain, encouraged his teammates passionately.

"We are not here to lose, but for the championship, for the dream, the last game, brothers, Eagles, fight."

"Eagles fight."

The players put their hands together and shouted slogans together.

At this moment, they seemed to be integrated.

"Hey, Po."

Jim called Wang Po who was about to kick off in the middle circle.

"Huh?" Wang Po looked at Jim with a surprised face, very puzzled.

"I want to tell you that when you stepped onto the court, you were emitting light."

"Light? What?"

Jim thought for a while, and described it seriously with an expression "enn, just like God."