I can increase the scoring rate in football

At this point in the game, everyone saw the clues.

Good guy, the cheer dance before the game with co-author Lei is just an appetizer!

There was someone else who really encouraged him to score!

Who is this guy?

Is there any need to say that?

It must be Huang Qian’s head coach Jorgell!

While Lei Yu was celebrating excitedly, the cameraman pointed the live camera at Jorgell on the sidelines.

At this time, coach Huang Qian's face was ashen, and it could be seen from his expression that he was not in a good mood.

Moreover, the candied haws ball marks on his face always make people laugh.

"1,2,3!"

When the fans count them one by one, they will stretch out three fingers of the other hand and raise them above their heads towards Huiying.

Three faces, three goals!

ha!

Is there any more interesting coincidence in the world than this?

"That guy is a bastard! This is not a coincidence at all, he did it on purpose!" Jorge said angrily. "He threw the ball in my face just to score!"

The fans do sympathize with the visiting team's head coach, but no one can explain the relationship between the two.

Is this witchcraft from the East?

Can you score a goal by kicking the opposing coach in the face?

What's the point?

If this mechanism really exists, what are the minimum standards for meeting it?

Had to kick the coach in the face?

Is it okay if I kick my own coach?

Boas, who was celebrating, felt a sudden gust of cold wind on his neck for some unknown reason.

Looking at the field again, the players on both sides were staring at him with ill intentions.

"What the hell? Why do I think these little bastards are going to rebel???"

...

Under such strong momentum, Porto equalized the score as they wished and dragged the game into overtime.

According to UEFA's current rules, away goals are valid even if the game enters overtime.

Judging from this rule, the promotion advantage is still on Huang Qian's side.

So even if the opponent was forced into overtime, Villas-Boas still told his players to pay attention to defense.

At this time, Porto's three substitute places have been exhausted. Rodriguez, Guarin and Mikal replaced Varela, Moutinho and Ronaldo respectively.

None of the four defenders have changed. Villas-Boas's intention is obvious, that is to ask the players to resolve the battle in overtime!

But in the following overtime, the scene on the court changed.

In the 93rd minute, Cazorla passed the ball straight to Rossi in the left front field. The latter received the ball and stepped forward, then decisively kicked the ball in.

But although his eyes were looking at Porto's goal, his right leg was kicked out.

The ball did not fly toward the Porto penalty area as he "expected", but flew directly along the outside of his instep and out of the sideline.

Fortunately, Boas on the side dodged in time, otherwise he would also have been trapped.

The cross ball is played so well, are you sure you are a main player who can participate in the Europa League semi-finals?

Are you trying to trick me?

Just when Villas was in shock, Porto quickly threw a throw-in.

Under Huang Qian's high-position pressing tactics, Ruben kicked the ball back hard as soon as it was thrown out.

This time, Otamendi happened to stand in front of Boas and blocked Boas's "gun" with his face.

The assistant coach on the side saw this and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Boas, who was still shouting instructions to the players, back to the bench.

"Hey, why are you dragging me? I haven't finished speaking yet!" Boas looked dissatisfied.

"Boss, it's too dangerous for you to be on the sideline. If you have anything to say, leave it to me and I'll convey it to you!"

"Danger? Where is the danger? Why can't I see it?"

Just as Villas snorted with his nostrils, a ball like a cannonball flew sideways and hit the baffle above the coaching bench hard.

Bang!

Looking at the crumbling plastic baffle, Boas babbled: "Okay, I accept your suggestion."

The Porto coach's bench is like this, and Huang Qian's coach's bench is not much better either.

Faced with the "intentional or unintentional" "bombing" from the Porto players, the assistant coach on the side even opened a black umbrella and blocked it in front of Jorge.

Players on both sides are becoming more and more exaggerated, and each is more addicted than the other, as if they are under some kind of spell, and they seem to have to stifle the opponent's coach.

As the situation intensified, Gianluca even showed a yellow card to the home and away teams as a warning.

There is no way, the intentions of these two people are too obvious.

It’s boring just looking at the opponent’s coaching bench!

In 15 minutes, neither side made any decent attack.

On the contrary, the baffles of the respective coaching benches were in pieces.

In the second half of overtime, the situation on the field did not change much.

The players seemed more interested in boring the other team's head coach than scoring goals.

In this way, the game was cut into pieces at the referee's whistle, and the coaches of both teams, who had no substitutions, could only stare on the sidelines.

"Boss, it's too dangerous here. Why don't we go to the stands to avoid the limelight?"

After the last umbrella was kicked and broken, Huang Qian's assistant coach Bohar suggested to Hoher.

"Go to the stands? Which stand? I didn't get sent off with a red card. What am I going to do in the stands? Not! I'm not going anywhere!"

Jorge was so angry that he screamed. He had never played such a frustrating away game.

In today's atmosphere, Hocher is also a bit hysterical.

He even came up with the idea that even if he loses and fails to advance, he can't lose face.

This kick was so frustrating!

Why am I a victim?

"By the way, boss... the club's top management just called me. He said that if you don't attend the stands, he will use 10% of your salary to buy an accident insurance for you. Of course, the beneficiary must fill in the names of your family members.

name!"

"Accident risk? I'm sitting on the bench now, what else is going to happen? Can that guy Ray kick the ball in my face again in the midfield?" Jorge said unconvinced.

As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils widened.

In the court, Lei Yu, who had just received the ball, was speeding towards him.

"Boss... Lei, he got the ball!" Bohar stammered on the side.

"Why are you panicking? I saw it!" Jorge tried hard to control the fear in his heart.

"Lei is rushing toward you with the ball!"

"I'm not blind, of course I saw it!"

"Boss, what do you think he wants to do?"

"how could I know?"

Seeing Lei Yu getting closer and closer to the sideline, Jocher and Bohar could even clearly see the ferocity on Lei Yu's face.

"Boss, do you think Lei's target is you?"

"Wha, what? He, he dares!" At this moment, Jorge finally panicked.

Lei Dare not?

He has kicked three before!

What else does he dare not do?

In an instant, Jorge seemed to see the ferocious smile on Lei Yu's face, as if to say: "Hey, Spanish guy, what are you hiding from?"

"Just wait for death!"

"Wash your neck clean and let me print 'Audi' on it!"

The next second, Jorge suddenly hugged Bohar beside him and shouted: "On, no, Bohar, help me! Help!!!"

Bohar was also frightened, but he did not dare to move.

But as an assistant coach, isn't he just there to block the coach's gun?

Huang Qian and the two coaches hugged each other, like Jews waiting for the Nazis to shoot.

Three seconds, five seconds, seven seconds...

Ten seconds passed, and the feeling of being hit in the face by a "cannonball" did not come.

Jorge opened one eye and took a sneak peek, but Lei Yu in front of him was nowhere to be seen.

"Huh? He didn't aim to kick me?"

"Huh! That kid must be scared!"

"If he kicks me again this time, it will definitely be a red card!"

Just when Jorge despised Lei Yu's "cowardice", there was a sudden uproar in the stands.

"Wow~~~"

As the voice reached its peak, the exclamation turned into a roar.

Jorge looked for his voice and went out. Lopez was lying on the ground, beating the turf helplessly.

Behind him, a black and white ball was lying safely in the net.