Midfielder

"McCarthy, shoot! The ball hit the post and flew out of the bottom line. Monaco should really thank this unlucky South African."

Who is the most relaxed on the field now? It must be the guy in charge of the Portuguese commentary. He is even in the mood to make fun of McCarthy's footwork.

Not only is the commentary now stress-free, but even the Porto fans at the scene are not impatient. They will even boo McCarthy in good faith to make fun of the South African's ability to waste opportunities. Now they are just like in the Portuguese Super League.

There is no way. This game has almost become a solo dance for Porto. Just like the shot just now, Porto has launched multiple attacks in succession.

Although McCarthy has wasted three opportunities in a row, the pass from the midfield is still continuously delivered to the feet of this striker.

This is the horror of the Porto team. Even if they don't have a striker who can kill the throat with one knife, they can accumulate qualitative results with quantity.

A shot missed? It doesn't matter, because you will have a second chance soon. Lin Yi and Deco are simply a non-stop transport line.

McCarthy will apologize for wasting his chance, but no one in Porto will care about these little things, because there will be a next time.

Not once? Then twice, if not twice? OK, let's continue until the damn football finally gets into the net.

Although the final battle of the Champions League is on German soil, the French did not have the inherent toughness of the Germans this time. Their spirit was on the verge of collapse after the second goal, and Giuly's sudden injury undoubtedly exacerbated the situation again.

Deschamps did not shout the slogan of a fight to the death to the players during the halftime break, but this time he did not get any response.

The silent locker room was left with only the breathing of the players. There was no excitement before the game at all, and everything seemed lifeless.

Even Morientes didn't want to speak. He had told a familiar reporter before the game that he would definitely score a goal on the field and consolidate his position in the scorer list.

In the entire first half of the game, the top scorer of the Champions League only had three header opportunities, let alone scoring.

Except for the header in the third minute after the opening that scared Baia into a cold sweat, Morientes acted more like a lonely soul on the field.

He ran back and forth, but he couldn't receive the pass from the midfield at all. Sometimes he even had to retreat to the vicinity of the center circle to get the ball.

For a center forward like him who didn't have any speed advantage, retreating to get the ball and then breaking through was undoubtedly a dead end, and there was no threat at all.

No attack, no shooting, what awaited the French was collapse, collapse, strong collapse, this tragedy of repeated back and forth, repeated again and again.

No wonder, the French have never been the kind of people who can always hold on to the end after shouting, especially in the case of a decisive battle, they often appear very weak.

They have proved this repeatedly in the world championships. Whenever a final penalty shootout is needed, they rarely have the last laugh.

Even in the era of Platini, the peerless midfield genius, they frequently fell at the feet of the Germans and Italians in life-and-death battles.

Penalties and strong dialogues once became the Achilles' heel of the French. Even a team like Bulgaria could kill the French in a life-and-death battle.

It seems that toughness is a bit unfamiliar to the French. At least deep in their hearts, they don't have the courage to fight to the end.

The only exception may be the 1998 World Cup, but that weird final may leave more doubts for the fans.

Their most manly time was in the 2000 European Championship final, when they were one goal behind and won two games in a row to kill their opponents.

In the nearly 20 years of the Champions League, only Marseille has risen once, but in the end their trophy was covered in gray.

Deschamps wanted to take advantage of the halftime break to pass on the courage he had when he defeated AC Milan to his players, but it was obvious that he failed this time.

After the start of the second half, Monaco still seemed very passive on the field, and shots like McCarthy had appeared in front of the goal several times.

The halftime break did not make Porto lose their offensive spirit. On the contrary, they became more fierce in the midfield fight, especially the black-haired kid. He didn't care that he had a yellow card on him. When it was time to put the shovel, he didn't hesitate to kick.

Even under the eyes of the referee, he dared to steal the opponent fiercely. Foul? Forget it, the kid didn't think so much.

Anyway, Lin Yi had a simple idea in his mind, "As long as I'm still on the field, those French people won't be able to control the midfield so easily."

This is what Mourinho reminded every player in the midfield. The game is not over yet, never relax, not only win, but also win completely!

The deficit in the score has put a heavy psychological burden on every Monaco player. After Giuly left the field due to injury, even Rothen began to disappear from the field. It was not that there was something wrong with him, but that Valente and Maniche's defense against him began to become unusually fierce.

"Since one of the Frenchmen's knives has been knocked out, why should we leave him another one?" Mourinho will never let his opponent have an easy time.

Monaco's offense is now completely paralyzed. Except for Pulso who can still stir up the frontcourt, the rest are all trapped in the midfield.

Porto is so rogue now. It will effectively divide and surround every player who has the ball in the narrowest range.

Like a swamp, it firmly locks the offensive footsteps of the Frenchmen, leaving them no chance to take advantage of and strangling their offensive ideas.

Except for Morientes who is still running desperately in the frontcourt, the other offensive players seem to have given up a little bit, which makes Prince Rainier, who is sitting in the stands, feel a little embarrassed. After a low curse, he left his seat with an angry face.

After traveling thousands of miles and mobilizing a large number of troops, it is such an ending now. No wonder this prince behaves so badly. It is estimated that anyone would feel bad if he were replaced.

This has nothing to do with self-cultivation. Instead of sitting here and watching your opponent ravage your nerves, it is better to be a bachelor and leave immediately.

At least you don't have to listen to the boos and ridicule of the Portuguese here. Those crazy fans don't care what kind of prince you are. They only know that you are a Frenchman and their opponent. All they have to do is to give you the middle finger and keep making waves of harsh boos.

But compared with the unfortunate prince, those big figures in Portugal rarely have such great elegance to appreciate the performance of their own team.

This may be the most glorious moment in Da Costa's life, because even the Prime Minister of Portugal, Sampaio, greeted him very politely.

"A very good team, you have won honor for our country and made a good start for our upcoming European Championship."

Sampaio talked to Da Costa in an appreciative tone like an old friend, and they were enjoying this football feast for the Portuguese together.

Perhaps in the Portuguese football circle, only Da Costa has enjoyed such treatment, all because of the group of crazy people under his command.

They turned the stage of the Champions League final into their own territory. They performed perfectly with their skilled techniques and crazy energy.

Now no one cares whether this is a war between civilians, because Porto brought a perfect offensive performance to all the fans watching the game.

Maybe they don't have the reputation of those giants, but now no one dares to guarantee that those giants will perform so well when they enter the final.

The endless blue waves hit the dam built by red and white again and again, making the hearts of all French people tighten in this offensive.

The French fans at the scene have forgotten how to shout. The only sound their vocal cords can make is the exclamation.

Deschamps looked at the waves of attacks from the opponents on the field, and he sighed helplessly. It's not that he didn't think of a way, but now everything is out of control.

Even if he wastes more saliva, it is impossible to save the disadvantage faced by Monaco now. The opponent has touched the edge of the big ear cup.

The fragile French defense is now just trying to resist desperately, trying to delay the defeat for a longer time, but this is just a struggle.

And a young central defender like Givet has a certain amount of pressure when facing such a big scene, and now he has become even more depressed.

The pressure of consecutive mistakes has completely crushed the confidence of this young man this time. At least he can no longer play at the usual level.

At the beginning of the second half, McCarthy headed the ball in front of Givet twice in a row, which made the Monaco goalkeeper start to loudly rebuke Givet.

"Watch him to death! Don't let me remind you again! Do your job! Don't let me clean up your ass again!" This roar made Givet completely collapse.

Looking at Givet's already somewhat desperate eyes, Deschamps can only do now to let Squillazzi warm up and be ready to play at any time.

In this passive situation, Deschamps has no time to consider more things, and Monaco's second substitution quota was wasted by him.

Maybe it was a waste, but if he didn't make this personnel adjustment now, he really didn't know how long the young boy could last on the court.

It was also the first time to participate in the finals, and they were all young people. Why did his players perform so poorly? Deschamps was really very melancholy.

Especially when he saw Lin Yi, the little madman, breaking through Zicos's defense again and again, he couldn't help but curse the damn boy in his heart.

If it weren't for him, maybe this game wouldn't be played like this, and Monaco wouldn't fall into a state of collapse so quickly.

But is the curse useful? Deschamps still has to face reality, because for him, this game may only be left to barely maintain dignity.

A personnel adjustment that denies himself, maybe Deschamps also has a little regret at this moment, why choose to make such a substitution before the final.

Just like the French asked before the game, why didn't Squillazzi continue to start? Even Deschamps himself couldn't answer this question.

Maybe it was because Give's performance in the recent league was too good, or Deschamps wanted to make a tactical change. Anyway, no one can explain it clearly.

When Squillazi finished warming up as quickly as possible and replaced the almost mentally collapsed Give, he did not look back at the expression on Deschamps' face.

Maybe even Squillazi himself did not know why all this happened, but now he just wanted to play and prove that he was qualified for this position.

And there were many scouts sitting in the stands of the stadium to observe him. Maybe this summer, he will say goodbye to Monaco completely.

The opportunity he can seize now is the remaining 40 minutes. It doesn't matter whether he wins or loses. Maybe now Squillazi is just fighting for his future.

Or Squillazi wants to use this method to prove to Deschamps that giving up on himself in such a crucial game is actually a crime.

As for the unlucky little guy, no one cares anymore, because when he left the field, all he heard were boos from the French.

There were even many French fans who were near the coaching seats, cursing Deschamps loudly, why did he use this idiot as the starting central defender!

Maybe Deschamps really wants to find someone to explain why he chose Givet, but I'm afraid no one will listen to his explanation at this time.

Reality cannot be changed. The young Monaco central defender has not suffered the curse of his opponent, but has been hated by his fans.

Monaco's defeat is destined to have his shadow. It may take a long time for him to get rid of this curse. This game is a nightmare for him.

But soon, the French cursed him no longer, because Deschamps opened the hatred attraction at this time very timely and became the target of all French attacks. He finally replaced Nonda, who had a very sharp breakthrough, but replaced Cisse, who was also playing on the wing.

A completely opposite substitution, I'm afraid even ordinary fans can't understand what effect such a substitution can have? Is it just for fun?

Seeing Deschamps denying himself one after another and changing Monaco's offensive formation in a mess, all the French began to curse loudly.

This is not the time to show their elegance. These French people just want to ask Deschamps loudly, what the hell are you thinking!

"Idiot! What the hell are you doing!" This angry shout has replaced the voices singing the Marseillaise. The French are going crazy.

An idiot central defender has almost made them collapse. Now even the head coach of the team has gone crazy. What the hell is this kick!

No Frenchman is interested in booing Porto now. Their attack targets have completely turned to Deschamps. The French are fighting among themselves.

Not only did the Monaco fans roar angrily, but Squillacci's strong performance after coming on the court also slapped Deschamps hard.

This guy's appearance not only made it difficult for McCarthy to cut in and grab the point, but also when Monaco won a corner kick, he inserted in time and headed the ball in front of Carvalho. Although the ball was saved, Baia was also startled by him.

"If time could flow backwards, I really want to tell Deschamps before he finalizes the lineup that Squirachi really shouldn't sit on the bench."

The French host said the impossible assumption a little helplessly. Maybe it's true as he said. If Squirachi could be on the court, maybe they wouldn't lose so quickly and so badly. At least Squirachi wouldn't make so many mistakes like that idiot Give.

But the reality can't be changed by assumptions. Just like the current score, it seems meaningless to discuss those things.

One Squirachi can't save Monaco, just like the effect of Nonda's appearance. He is not God, and the role he can play is very limited.

Even if he can make Monaco's offense no longer rely solely on Rothen, it is impossible to change the overall situation on the field. Porto is still the protagonist.

Mourinho will not let the opponent toss and turn and remain indifferent. He made the decision to change players just two minutes after Nonda came on the court.

Bosingwa's wing attack and defense mission has been completed. In view of the fact that Ferreira's physical energy consumption in defending Giuly is too great, Bosingwa retreats to play as a right back.

The Russian Alenichev replaced him as the right forward. Even at the last moment of the game, Mourinho would not give up the attack.

But the most fascinating thing about the group of Portuguese lunatics on the field is still the black-haired little guy, who has completely become the focus of the field.

The black-haired kid is the brightest and most active member of the field. As long as he is there, all the cameras are chasing his figure.

Watching the kid wantonly passing on the field, swaying skillfully, and accurately delivering all kinds of ghostly passes, Mourinho stood on the sidelines and muttered to himself, "This night, the whole of Europe will be intoxicated by Lin Yi, the kid, he has turned the decisive battle into his own stage."

Shaking, getting rid of, passing the ball, when Lin Yi used such a coherent action to get Zicos again, he did not realize this.

This final venue has made him shine throughout Europe. Perhaps long after, those fans will remember everything he did on this night, crazy, fierce, and smart. He was like a conqueror on the court, and he engraved his name on the trophy with his feet.

Just as Mendes said, a new star is being born, and on such a stage, Lin Yi is opening the curtain of his football life.

This appearance is dazzling enough, but he will become even more dazzling, because there are too many honors waiting for him to conquer. . .

(The Heat and the Lakers played this Christmas game... Alas, there was no passion at all, and it was not as good as the game between the Trail Blazers and the Warriors...)