I am Quaresma

After the warm-up, Quaresma and Meireles walked off the court side by side and walked towards the player tunnel.

Just when Quaresma was about to walk into the player channel, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

Looking up suspiciously, Quaresma saw a group of pigeons flying unscrupulously in the sky, circling in circles, as if a bomber was circling.

There seems to be nothing wrong with this. Pigeons, a symbol of peace, are abundant all over the world and can be seen almost everywhere. It is not worth making a fuss at all.

But Quaresma nodded thoughtfully at this moment, he knew that he could no longer speak in this game!

Meirelles next to him looked at Quaresma strangely, wondering what Quaresma was thinking?

"Do you have any other ghost ideas?"

Quaresma turned his head and looked at Meirelles. Since he is his good friend, it seems appropriate to remind him.

"Don't open your mouth if you have nothing to do in this game, try to talk as little as possible!" Quaresma said seriously.

Meirelles' eyes widened, not knowing what Quaresma meant.

This is a curse?

Guaranteed to win the game by trying not to talk?

Is this the gypsy view of science?

"Why?" Unable to hold back, Meirelles still asked Quaresma.

"Once upon a time, there was a senior who opened his mouth when he called his teammates when he was playing football, and a pigeon flew into his mouth." Quaresma still looked serious, "You See the pigeons flying around the field? If you don't want them to fly into your mouth, you better not open your mouth!"

Meirelles seemed to be listening to the Arabian Nights, and his reaction was very strong.

"Are you kidding? How could such a big pigeon fly into the mouth? How big is that mouth?" Meirelles couldn't help retorting: "I would believe it if it was pigeon droppings flying into the mouth!"

Quaresma took a serious look, then dropped a word, turned and walked into the locker room.

"you're right!"

 …

Yeah, Meirelles was right.

Pigeons can't get in, but pigeon dung can.

No matter what Meirelles thinks now, Quaresma must be careful. Even if this is a small probability event, if it really happens to him, he might as well die!

Meirelles looked at Quaresma's back and shook his head inexplicably. He really couldn't understand Quaresma's thoughts now, nor could he keep up with Quaresma's rhythm.

Perhaps geniuses are different from others!

He could only comfort himself like this.

 …

The referee blows the whistle and the game officially begins.

For the sake of caution, even if Porto kicked off first, Quaresma did not rush forward desperately. According to the normal rhythm, it is safe to try it out first.

Postiga passed the ball to Diego, and Diego passed the ball to Meireles. After a few passes, Porto's formation has been stretched and slowly moved forward.

Quaresma, who originally planned to develop insignificantly for a while, suddenly realized that Braga's defense did not seem to be strong.

There are defensive players around, but they don't mark Quaresma close to him. The pressure on him is not great at all, as if he doesn't think Quaresma is a threat.

It's not that Braga's left back is alone, but that everyone in Braga doesn't seem to be in the defensive rhythm, which makes Quaresma a little confused.

Although a little confused, it did not affect Quaresma's next offensive attempt at all.

Calmly moved to the right rib, stuck in the connection between Braga's midfielder and the left back, Quaresma raised his hand high for the ball.

Costinha saw Quaresma's movement and pushed the ball to him without any hesitation.

Quaresma performed well in the last game. His teammates have recognized his strength and are willing to believe in him.

After stopping the ball with his back, the opponent's full-back came up slowly, so slow that Quaresma had enough time to turn around.

After turning around, the center of gravity quickly leaned forward to the right, as if to use speed to make a move. Seeing Quaresma's posture, the opponent did not dare to slow down any longer, and hurriedly moved the center of gravity, hoping to keep up with Quaresma's rhythm.

However, after almost shaking the opponent's center of gravity, Quaresma suddenly stopped, the center of gravity changed impossibly quickly, and the spike passed the opponent from the left.

The ribs are empty.

Just now, the opponent's back was attracted by Meireles who was inserted, and he did not come to defend. Quaresma never thought that he would enter the penalty area so easily.

But this is not the time to think. If you want to think about life, you should wait alone.

Moving forward with a murderous look, Quaresma has already seen the goal beckoning to him.

Braga's left central defender pushed forward. At this time, they had no way to calm down. Quaresma's surprise attack made their entire defense line on the verge of collapse.

The central defender was still complaining about his teammate at the full-back. Why was Quaresma's change of direction so easy to break through? What's the use of you?

But what he didn't expect was that in the face of Quaresma's unpredictable changes, he was almost shaken to doubt his life.

Pulling the ball with his right foot to the left, it seems that he wants to continue walking towards the center, but the center back of Braga just moved the center of gravity in that direction, but Quaresma used the instep of his right foot to move the ball to the right, and the center of gravity also shifted to the right Suddenly, the front is empty again.

Watching Quaresma's performance like no one else, everyone was too surprised to speak.

Is this still the Quaresma who is dazzled and stomps on your bicycle?

Why does it seem like a different person all of a sudden!

Just two seemingly simple but extremely coherent changes of direction caused Braga's defense to collapse. Quaresma has demonstrated practical skills to the extreme.

Under the horrified expression of the opponent's central defender and the inconceivable exclamations of countless fans, Quaresma calmed down like a killer, adjusted his pace, faced the opponent's attacking goalkeeper, and lightly picked the ball into Braga goal.

At that moment, the Braga Municipal Stadium fell into mourning, only the Porto fans who followed the team's expedition to Braga unscrupulously uttered their cheers.

The first attack, the first shot, Quaresma broke the deadlock that everyone thought would happen with a wonderful goal.

Everything is so dreamy, everything is so unbelievable.

But the ball will not lie, it just lay quietly in Braga's goal, as if silently laughing at the poor performance of the home team.

Quaresma opened his arms, gliding excitedly on the turf of the stadium, avoiding the hugs of every teammate, enjoying the joy of scoring!

It turns out that the goal is still so wonderful!

I just love that feeling.