Midfielder
Chapter 38: Building a Blade Midfielder
The league is advancing rapidly. Mourinho's Porto team has been unbeaten for seven rounds in the Portuguese Super League. Now they can only hope that Benfica can act as a sniper. However, Villariño and his little Tony seem to have no confidence in defeating these Porto players.
But the good results in the league do not mean that Porto's European performance will definitely be very good. That is an unfamiliar stadium, and no one will bow their heads easily. In the knockout round of the UEFA Cup round of 16, Porto encountered a big trouble.
Denis Nisbon, when the Porto players saw this name for the first time, at least more than half of the evil guys associated the sponsor of this team with the Jisbon branch in Turkey. This damn name feels a bit tongue-twisting no matter how you read it.
However, people who often play against Turkish teams will not be surprised, because this country is like this. At least one-third of their weird team names have Jisbon at the end. If there is Jisbon, you don't have to feel strange.
But it was this team that looked like it was sponsored by a branch of Durex that taught Porto a lesson. They used a tough style of play to warn the Portuguese that the hell of Turkey was not so easy to come by. If you want to get out of here, you have to pay a price.
The terrifying atmosphere of the stadium had already made Porto feel what it was like to be restless before the game. The hotel where they stayed had never been quiet at all. Those crazy fans were noisy all night and had no intention of letting the Portuguese have a good rest.
The result of the game was even more unacceptable, at least for those Porto people who were used to winning recently, because they never thought that they could fall on this unknown team.
1:2, whether Mourinho is willing to accept such an outcome or not, he must swallow this bitter fruit. The team he led was scored two goals by the opponent for the second time in the last eight games. No matter whether it was at the opponent's home court, Mourinho didn't want to lose!
But the final result has told him that whether you like it or not, this damn result can no longer be changed. At least in the first round, Porto can only reap a defeat. Maybe this is a lesson that will come sooner or later.
In fact, Porto's start was not bad. They first knocked on the opponent's goal in the 30th minute of the first half. Deco's assist accurately found Dallei who was wandering near the opponent's penalty area.
The Brazilian used his clever dribbling to directly shake off the defense of the opponent's two central defenders, and dodged a space enough for him to kick at the top of the penalty area. A beautiful shot whizzed into the lower left corner, leaving the opponent's goalkeeper out of reach.
Porto kept this score until the halftime break. They attacked the locker room with a score of 1:0. Everyone seemed to have entered their most familiar winning rules, including Mourinho, who seemed less nervous.
However, all this changed fatally at the beginning of the second half. At the beginning of the second half, left-back Valente missed the opponent's forward with a careless defense. In a hurry, he could only choose a tactical foul.
But this stupid foul was his second dangerous move. He had already received a yellow card before this, and the referee would not give him any chance to defend himself. The second yellow card was directly pasted on Valente's face.
Two yellow cards turned into one red card. The referee was unwilling to listen to any explanation, because he had already given a light penalty for such a foul. Even if Valente did not have a yellow card, he would have directly given him a red card and expelled him from the field. Porto could only face a situation of ten players at this time.
"Stupid foul!" Mourinho knew the worst outcome the moment Valente stretched out his foot. This was at the Turkish home court, and he could not expect the referee to make a favorable penalty for Porto, not to mention that this foul was impeccable.
Without a full-back, Porto's left-back became the main target of the opponent's attack. Pexito, who came on as a substitute, really lived up to his name. Damn, he completely became the guest on the field, and it was a luxury to expect him to make a minimum defensive steal.
The wide-open gates of the full-backs put too much pressure on Porto, and even Maniche had to withdraw from the left forward position to help his left back defend, but the result was that Porto immediately lacked an attack on the wing.
Mourinho's tactics have always been to fly on both sides, but now Maniche can only be locked in the backcourt. The lone right forward Alenichev can't support the main offensive task. The only one who can put pressure on the opponent in the frontcourt is Deco.
But the fixed attack in the middle and right has prepared the Turks. They have shifted most of their defensive focus to this side. As for the offense, they have finally recovered from being suppressed for half a game.
Amid the crazy shouts of nearly 40,000 Turks in the entire stadium, these guys who often carried scimitars in history finally began to show their most hideous faces, and the "Diesbon" team launched a stormy attack.
Porto's defense was very strong, but facing such a fierce offensive momentum and the poor performance of their left-back, they finally collapsed after 20 minutes of blocking, and the opponent tore open enough space from their flanks.
One cross from the bottom and one diagonal cut from the ribs. Both attacks by the "Diesbond" team seized the defensive loopholes of the Porto team. Although Baia tried his best to stretch his body, he was not God after all, and the football still passed through his fingers.
2:1, the Turkish ferocity had the best effect. Mourinho slapped the water bottle in his hand on the ground on the sidelines, but this did not bring any beneficial effect to the team. In addition to making the players on the field impatient, he could only vent his emotions.
Porto once tried to counterattack in the game, but the disconnection between the midfield and the frontcourt made all this come to nothing. Deco was surrounded by the opponent. No matter how calm his mind was, he could not save Porto from failure.
Mourinho failed to keep the team's unbeaten record going. He tried hard to take a point from Turkey, but in the end, he could only leave here disappointed and walk on the bus amid the ridicule of his opponents. This night was bitter for Porto.
"It's nothing, just a game, and we still have a chance. At least Porto still has an away goal. Let's meet in Portugal, which is our territory." Although Mourinho lost the game, his tough attitude has not changed.
And he believes that what he said will come true. It doesn't matter if we lose here. We will settle the score when we return to Portugal! Didn't we still not play the second round? We still have a chance to get revenge!
However, Porto is destined to lose an absolute main force in defense in the next game. In addition, if Porto wants to advance, it must choose to take the initiative to attack in the game, but how to break the opponent's defense, these problems are all troubling Mourinho on the way back to Portugal.
"It's difficult for Deco to take advantage of these strong Turks, and the organization of the midfield is more often reflected in a kind of stability, but lacks a certain degree of creativity." Mourinho is very clear about the current problems of the Porto team.
Deco is not bad. This guy's stable performance and composure may be the most powerful weapon of the Porto team now. Even Mourinho said that at this stage, Deco can decide many things on the field, including victory.
7 goals in 20 games, this efficiency is not low for a front midfielder. It can be said that when Dallei and Kapshu can't open the situation, it is Deco who often appears to break the deadlock. His long-range shooting and free kicks are a great weapon for Porto.
The most important thing is that Deco rarely makes mistakes on the field. He can calmly handle any pass. The average pass success rate of more than 80% per game is not something that everyone can do, let alone an offensive organizer who often relies on passing to tear open the opponent's defense.
But Mourinho clearly knows that Deco has a problem on the field, that is, his biggest advantage, stability. This Brazilian is sometimes too stable.
Stable to the point of being outrageous, Deco is more like a German. He rarely has any impromptu performances on the field. The conventional pass is what he is best at, but this kind of stability is sometimes conservative.
As a front midfielder, Deco is a little too stable, and his creativity is a little sluggish. Perhaps in the Portuguese Super League, Deco's approach of stability can reduce a lot of pressure on the team on defense.
And his personal ability can find loopholes in weak opponents and make a fatal blow, so all this seems to be nothing to argue about. After all, the game is won, no one will say he is not good, and stability is also an advantage most of the time.
But in the European arena, this kind of stability will make Porto lack creativity in the midfield, just like the game that just ended. Although Porto's goal also depends on Deco's accurate pass.
But from receiving the ball to shooting, Dallei relies more on his personal skills. The opportunity to shoot was not opened by Deco's passing route. The striker's personal ability played the most important role at this time, not Deco's pass.
Now Mourinho needs to let Porto show its creativity in the European arena. If he wants to go further, he must let Porto make changes, changes with very strong chemical reactions.
Midfield! Mourinho put his eyes completely on the computer notebook in his hand, which has the names of all Porto's midfielders. Mourinho needs to sharpen his sharpest midfield offensive line among these ten people.
He needs creativity and a midfield attack like a blade! Only such a midfield can gain a foothold in the European arena.
Mourinho fell into deep thought on the plane. No one knew what the result would be, including himself. . .
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