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It doesn't require too many fancy skills, any professional player can do this kind of fake kick.

But in such a position, so close to the opponent's goal, he can still calmly use fake kicks to shake the opponent away.

Without strong psychological quality, the average player would not even be able to think of this.

In today's football, except for Barcelona's Haberme, probably no other player has handled such a situation so calmly.

But Lei Yu did it.

And he is neither a European player nor a South American player.

He is an Asian player.

A Chinese player who has shown great confidence in Europe's top competitions.

After giving way to Konko, only goalkeeper Palop was left standing opposite Lei Yu.

Villas-Boas stood on the sidelines, his face full of excitement.

At this moment, there were no more thoughts in his mind such as "Why are you running so far forward again?" or "Why haven't you passed the ball yet?"

What he wanted to say was the same as the thousands of Porto fans at the scene, which was: "You fucking cum!!!"

After getting rid of four defenders in a row, Lei Yu no longer considered whether to continue to move forward and pass the goalkeeper.

In front of Palop, Lei Yu pushed lightly with his right foot, and the ball rubbed the left upright and rolled into the lower left corner of the goal.

Such a simple thrust is as easy as eating and drinking.

After the ball hit the net, Lei Yu continued his calm mentality as he had just shot, as if he had just done an inconspicuous thing.

He didn't celebrate, he just stood there with his arms stretched out above his head.

Just like a victorious general.

Whoosh!

Hulk was the first to rush forward, holding Lei Yu's shoulders with both hands, and jumped high.

Then came Falcao, Varela, and teammates swooped on Lei Yu one after another, spreading the joy of equalizing the score on the court.

Lei Yu still stood there, motionless.

No matter how many players supported his shoulders and jumped, his legs seemed to be rooted and never moved at all.

"Well done! Ray!"

"I knew you could do it!"

"Lei, are you still acting cool? Why are you so still?"

"Where's your one-hand handstand? Let these Spanish rubes show it to you!"

...

The team members touched Lei Yu's head and laughed exaggeratedly, and the away fans who came with the team also vented their excitement wantonly.

In the crowd, Ma Fanshu and other female fans had already stood up, waved their arms, and shouted Lei Yu's name.

"Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder!!!"

The shock of the scene made Ma Fanshu once again deepen his thoughts after the college entrance examination.

I want to be a football presenter!!!

Looking at Ma Fanshu who was beside himself with excitement, Nasha acted like an old god was present, crossing her arms on her chest.

"Nasha, why don't you stand up and shout with me? Lei Yu scored a goal, didn't you see it?"

"Of course I saw it!"

"Aren't you excited? Such a cool and beautiful goal! Lei Yu is simply a genius, Maradona II!"

Seeing how excited Ma Fanshu was, Nasha pursed her lips and said, "Lovely Chinese girl, do you now know why those female fans want to kiss?"

Hearing Nasha's teasing, Ma Fanshu blushed instantly.

She really felt the feeling of wanting to press Lei Yu under her and chew him wildly.

Villas-Boas on the sidelines was also breathing heavily at this moment.

If it was just a simple goal, an ordinary tying score, Villas-Boas has seen too many such scenes in his career.

But since bidding farewell to Mourinho and going solo, every time a different situation occurs on the field, it will be a new experience for Villas-Boas.

After all, this is a team he coaches himself.

So far, the knockout rounds of the Europa League are the top matches he has ever coached.

Facing former consecutive champions Sevilla away from home, Villas-Boas was under too much pressure.

The goal he just conceded even made him despair. When the team couldn't attack for a long time, he even considered holding on for the entire second half in order not to concede another goal.

But now, Lei Yu's goal has dispelled the gloom in his heart and allowed him to see the sunshine in the storm again.

After breaking through the dark clouds, the clear sunshine makes people cherish it even more.

Gradually, sparse applause erupted from the home team's stands.

Soon, these applauses became one.

From Lei Yu's sudden acceleration, to the rainbow, to the fake shot and the emergency stop, this wonderful goal seemed to be calculated, without any flaws from beginning to end.

After watching several replays, even the picky home fans couldn't help but applaud heartily.

It wasn't until he heard the applause spread throughout the audience that Lei Yu put down his hands and applauded the fans in return.

You know, this is Seville’s home court!

Throughout the ages, no player who has received applause from home team fans in away games is an ordinary player!

After celebrating, Lei Yu and his teammates returned to their own half.

The faces of every Sevilla player passing by were filled with deep helplessness.

Even among the Sevilla players, a large part of them have never received such treatment at home so far.

After the game restarted, both sides launched several incomplete attacks intermittently.

Seeing that both sides had lost their fighting spirit, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half of the game.

1 to 1, the two sides were temporarily tied.

Surrounded by his teammates, Lei Yu suddenly felt someone grabbing his jersey behind him.

Looking back, it turned out to be J. Luo who had been sitting on the bench.

"James, you..."

"Shh~~~"

J Luo grabbed Lei Yu's arm, and the two came to a corner.

"What's the matter, sneaky?" Lei Yu complained.

J Luo didn't say anything, but directly stretched out his hand to touch Lei Yu's waist.

J Luo's sudden "attack" startled Lei Yu.

"Hey, James, what's wrong with you? Is it possible that you really like a man? Sorry, I'm not gay!"

"Lei, is it really that cool to have a girlfriend who can do yoga? Look at you, your waist is almost softer than mine!" J Luo looked envious.

...

During the halftime break, the Porto dressing room was lively and full of laughter.

Before the game, everyone thought Sevilla was a tough nut to crack, but after playing for 45 minutes, the players completely relaxed.

In fact, from a data point of view, Sevilla's various data are still far ahead.

It's just that Porto equalized the score with Lei Yu's goal, and now their morale is greatly improved.

The team members were chatting and laughing, and no one noticed the confusion on Boas's face.

He is reflecting.

Think about Lei Yu's recent performance and the goal before the end of the first half.

But no matter how he thought about it, he always felt that Lei Yu should listen to him honestly, stay in front of the top of the penalty area and participate in defense.

But if Lei Yu really did that, would this wonderful goal still happen?

Can the team even tie the score before half-time?

Am I being old-fashioned?

Or is Lei progressing too fast?

I am only 35 years old this year. Why am I acting like an old man in his 70s who doesn’t know how to adapt?

Which link is the problem?

Boas shook his head hard.

He really wanted to recruit Lei Yu to his side and give him a few words of advice, but except for Lei Yu not defending in the penalty area when Sevilla scored the goal in the first half, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Lei Yu's performance throughout the game.

On the contrary, his goal helped the team regain confidence.

After struggling for a long time, Villas-Boas decided to let Lei Yu finish the second half.

Anyway, there is still a home knockout match. With the ability shown by Sevilla today, it should not be difficult for Porto to defeat their opponent at home.

Soon, 15 minutes passed, and the players walked out of the tunnel one after another.

Just when Lei Yu appeared, the stands on this side once again erupted with the shouts of a group of female fans.

"Thunder, thunder!"

"Here, here!!"

"luckykiss, luckykiss!"

Looking at the female fans pouting and shouting above their heads, Lei Yu lowered his head and hurried towards the stadium.

Cheerleaders are colleagues and I can't refuse. Why are you female fans joining in the fun?

All I have to do is prove my sexual orientation. I'm not just sitting around and letting you smear your saliva on my face.

Just when Lei Yu wanted to come on stage quickly, Nasha's voice suddenly sounded above his head.

"Lei, here, come here!"

It's always hard for Lei Yu to refuse when his agent calls him.

"What's the matter? Hurry up, I'm about to compete!" Lei Yu urged.

Nasha glanced at Ma Fanshu at the side with a smile, and then pushed hard, pushing the 1.7-meter-tall Harbin girl in front of Lei Yu.

"Lei, this Chinese girl said she wants to kiss you!"