Football No. 10: God's Perspective

The distance from the goal is about 35 meters, and the possibility of a direct attack is not high.

"Hey, Per." Riise covered his mouth with his hand and said, "Let's play a tactic. I will cover you and you hit the ball to the back point."

Looking in the direction Riise said, there were several tall defenders of the Benfica team ambushing at the back point.

"Huh? Wouldn't it be more threatening to hit Gomez's head?" Wang Po asked back.

"You are right, but he is now being taken care of and needs to be detoured." Riise continued.

Gomez, who was at the midpoint of the middle, was closely guarded by two 1.9+ meter central defenders in front and behind. Not to mention jumping, even moving was very difficult, and it was even more impossible to stand up and compete for a header in this situation.

"OK, do as you say."

"I will fake a run-up to attract the attention of their defensive players later, and you will take the penalty kick." Riise said the tactics he had prepared long ago.

Wang Po nodded.

"Beep"

The referee blew the whistle, indicating that a free kick could be taken.

Here, Riise measured the distance in a formal manner and stepped back four steps. Just when everyone's attention was attracted by him, the player No. 80 standing next to the ball suddenly swung his legs on the spot, and the ball bypassed the wall of people in the front point, drew a huge arc in the air and went straight to the back point.

All the defenders of the Guimaraes team were looking at Gomez. When they noticed the landing point of the ball, the central defender of the Benfica team who was ambushing at the back point had already blocked the position and took the lead to head the ball to Gomez in the middle.

The momentary distraction of the two central defenders of the Guimaraes team was caught by Gomez. As a killer active on the front line, it is natural to capture the opportunity. With a lion's head shaking, he penetrated the door of the Guimaraes team again and rewritten the score to 2:1.

With only 1 minute left in regular time, the Benfica team completed the reversal.

Half heaven, half hell.

The Benfica team fell into a carnival celebration, shouting wantonly, in line with the deafening cheering songs of the fans in the stadium. Falling into a sea of ​​joy.

The players of the Guimaraes team sat on the grass one by one, with regrets written all over their faces. They were so close to victory, but they failed in a short time.

This is football, this is the knockout match.

Someone is destined to be the winner, and someone is destined to be the loser.

In the five minutes of injury time, all the players of the Benfica team defended, facing all kinds of crazy high balls from Guimaraes, and finally maintained the score until the final whistle sounded.

Benfica finally entered the final of the Portuguese Cup.

After this game, the most talked about thing was Mano's trick of pushing Wang Po to the front line.

"Mr. Mano, did you have a plan before the game to push Wang Po, who has midfield attributes, to the center position?"

At the press conference after the game, the reporter couldn't wait to ask such a question.

"No, it's not." Mano shook his head and said, "In fact, this is just my helpless move."

At this point, many reporters present looked at Mano on the stage with a strange look.

This is a knockout match to decide the winner. How dare you play like this?

Mano laughed dumbly. "You also saw that after our two wingers were suppressed by the opponent, Gomez, who was not supported, struggled to play. Facing the two central defenders of the opponent, he did not take advantage. Continuing to maintain the original tactics would only increase Gomez's unnecessary consumption."

"As for Wang Po, I have said before that he can be competent in any position in the frontcourt. I think today Guimaraes's defense has experienced the horror of this little guy."

Mano looked at Wang Po, who was also present at the press conference, with a smile on his face, shifting everyone's focus to him.

Under the spotlight, Wang Po is undoubtedly the most shining person.

The continuous highlights of the Champions League, the league, and the cup have made people realize that this player who once overshadowed Silva in the youth league was not just because of good luck for a while, but because of his absolute strength.

In the Portuguese Super League's best player of the month, Wang Po beat his old rival Silva and was elected with a high vote.

The selection of the best player of the month in the league is divided into fans and football practitioners, and the scores are given according to a certain ratio. No matter which aspect, Wang Po is far ahead of Silva, and this election is well deserved.

Not only that, Wang Po was also selected for the best team of the month.

Here comes the problem that makes the official headache.

With outstanding ability and diverse positions, where should Wang Po be arranged?

Wing? Center forward? Or central midfielder?

In the end, Wang Po was officially defined as a midfielder, and formed a double central midfielder with Silva in the best team of the month.

And the opponent squeezed out of Wang Po's best team of the month is the big brother Riise of the same team.

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"Dinglingling"

There is an unfamiliar phone number on the mobile phone. Wang Po is a little surprised and answered the call.

"Wang Po? My name is Zhan-Jack, I am an agent. I wonder if you are interested in switching to our agency?"

As soon as he came on, the person on the other end of the phone introduced himself.

Zhan-Jack is a person who makes people outside the circle confused and confused at first.

But in the football circle, especially in Portugal, this man is a well-known gold medal agent.

His value speculation, commercial operations, and transfer operations for players can be said to be world-class.

His players are all international players and first-class stars.

Being good at seeking benefits for players is the golden signboard of Zhan-Jack, so he has won the favor of many players.

But for major clubs, Zhan-Jack is a very annoying guy. In their eyes, this guy is not an agent, but a completely greedy businessman. Players are commodities in his hands, and everything is about money.

Repeatedly asking for salary increases, messing up the locker room, and frequent transfers are all the norm for Zhan-Jack's players.

In the consensus of the club, this name has long been notorious.

Calling Wang Po, it is obvious that this recently popular Portuguese Super League darling has attracted his attention.

"As long as you sign, I guarantee that within three years, you can log in to the top five leagues, enter the giant clubs, and have a large and generous salary. How do you consider it?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhan-Jack talked endlessly and outlined a large piece of grand blueprint for Wang Po.

In his opinion, how can a young player with insufficient concentration withstand such a big temptation? He is full of confidence in this signing.

"Sorry, I have an agent. Also, I don't know if it's against the rules for you to contact the players privately like this?" Wang Po rejected the other party outright.

Zhan-Jack on the other end of the phone was silent for a while. He didn't expect Wang Po to reject him so straightforwardly. He was not mentally prepared. "Well, you can choose to change your current agent. I can get you benefits that you can't even imagine. You have the potential. If we cooperate, it will be a strong combination. Don't you want to join the top five leagues and super giants? I don't think any player will refuse."

Zhan-Jack said unwillingly.