Midfielder

(The one about the tie was a typo. I wanted to write that after the tie, Porto won another game and overtook them. Athletic lost the chance to win the game at home. Don't blame me...)

Mourinho, who had not lost a game before, returned from Turkey with a defeat. Maybe there were too many people who were gloating waiting for this moment.

Mourinho's smooth sailing in Porto gave too many people who doubted him a loud slap in the face. Now those people secretly applauded this guy's defeat, but Da Costa did not put any pressure on the team because he trusted the head coach enough.

"Next game day, I will sit in the upper box to watch the game. At that time, I will kick the butts of those Turks hard, so that they don't always think that they deserve to win." Da Costa said privately, patting Mourinho on the shoulder after picking up the team from the airport.

Mourinho did not answer anything, he just nodded, and this silent expression was enough, because he would not accept a second defeat.

He would repay trust with results, and he would fight back with victory for failure. He didn't want to repeat the lesson in Turkey.

Losing a main defender and falling behind by one goal were the troubles that he had to face the next time he met the "Jessbon" team. In the next two days, Mourinho's assistant coach Brito could always see his partner writing something on the blackboard in the coach's office.

3, 4, 5, and then next to it was a floor plan of the stadium with many names intertwined on it. It can be seen that Mourinho had scribbled on it many times. He was thinking in this way, but the messy handwriting seemed to have not made a decision yet.

Brito didn't know what Mourinho was thinking about, but he knew that this guy must be thinking about how to deal with the Turks who were about to come to the door. As for what Mourinho would do, it was not for him, the assistant coach, to worry about.

In the few days after returning from the defeat in Turkey, Lin Yi became the busiest person on the training ground of the Porto team. Especially after returning from Turkey, he had another life-threatening ghost around him during training, Faria, a Spaniard who was responsible for the physical training of the players.

It is said that this guy is a graduate of a regular sports university, so Lin Yi is now being ravaged very seriously. If it was an ordinary 10,000 meters, it would be fine, but the problem is that this Spaniard always makes him change the rhythm during the running process.

The fast and slow rhythm almost killed Lin Yi, but before he foamed at the mouth, Faria would stop training very consciously. Then he would command Lin Yi, who had become a dead dog, to start recovery activities, and such activities would continue until dark.

Don't ask, this must be the wretched uncle who sent him to stare at him again. While Lin Yi was competing with the 10,000 meters, he cursed the frowning uncle to die, because he was the only one in the team who was required to run 10,000 meters every day.

When those teammates went back to their homes and looked for their mothers, Lin Yi could only fight to the end with a serious-looking guy on the training ground. This kind of life is really not a life for human beings.

Not only was the amount of physical training increased, but when the team was in group competition, Lin Yi also had to face Mourinho's special care. Usually he would cruise near the center circle, but now he had to head to the position between the top of the penalty area and the center circle.

"Get closer to the goal! Your task is to threaten the opponent's goal, not to hang around there!" Mourinho's loud voice always exploded in Lin Yi's ears, as if he was the only unqualified player in the game, which made Lin Yi very melancholy, and he had to correct it again and again.

Moreover, Mourinho often reminded him loudly on the sidelines that he must concentrate and use more shots to threaten the goal guarded by Baia. Moreover, he asked Lin Yi more than once to be faster in the speed of passing the ball, and to be more quick, and not to let too much dribbling become a hindrance to his organization of offense.

"Bah, you're kidding me!" Lin Yi didn't know how many times he was knocked to the ground by Costinha before shooting. He spit out the grass in his mouth and muttered in a low voice. Anyway, he was not afraid of being heard by others. These guys definitely couldn't understand Chinese.

But even if he muttered in his mouth, Lin Yi still had to get up and continue this confrontation training. He knew what that wretched uncle wanted to do.

Because Lin Yi knew that in the next game against that "Jisbon" team, Porto could not lose again, unless they wanted to be eliminated from the League Cup. Maybe what he could do now was to try his best to complete everything that guy asked.

This might also share some pressure for him. If Porto still has nothing this season, then Mourinho's life will definitely be difficult. Although he has obtained a two-year professional contract, Lin Yi doesn't want that tough guy to be unemployed again.

It was that guy who brought me to Porto, so when you can do your part, don't think about how much you have paid. Lin Yi is a grateful person, so he still cursed Mourinho, but during training, he never said a word of nonsense.

However, this direct confrontation with the opponent's defensive players made Lin Yi suffer a lot. Although Lin Yi could shake off the opponent's defense with his agility, the gap in physical confrontation always made him knocked down before he was ready to shoot or continue to break through.

Maybe this could get a chance for a free kick in the official game, but this was training. He had no benefit except lying on the ground and chewing the grass. The feeling of being knocked to the ground again and again was really bad.

However, Mourinho didn't care about his life or death. He just kept reminding Lin Yi on the sidelines that he must pass the ball quickly or react faster. This almost forced training method made Lin Yi very melancholy. He had to think about how to bypass Costinha at this time.

Physical defects cannot be made up in a short time. Lin Yi must let his brain solve this damn situation. He fell on the court while thinking, one time is not good, two times, two times are not good, three times.

If one day doesn't work, then two days. If two days don't work, then three days. Mourinho's roar even appeared in Lin Yi's dreams when he was sleeping. He almost always thought about every pass and reception on the field. All of this has almost become his conditioned reflex.

"Isn't it too cruel to do this? The little guy is only 15 years old, he is still a child." Brito once reminded Mourinho privately, because in his opinion, such compulsory training is even a little beyond the limit that a kid who has just entered the professional football circle can bear.

"There are still three rounds of the league, and the cup competition will continue. We can't rely on one lineup to fight to the end. I need him to become stronger. At the critical moment, maybe he is my key." Mourinho said as he looked at Lin Yi running on the field.

"A 15-year-old kid? What role can he play?" Brito didn't know why his partner was so obsessed with competing with a little guy. Uh, this wouldn't really be his illegitimate child? Doesn't Tammy know?

Mourinho didn't have time to care about what his assistant was thinking about. His attention was all on the training on the field. Lin Yi's little change was not fast enough in his opinion. Maybe he wanted this kid to be his helper too much.

However, Lin Yi's performance on the field has made Costinha, who is his opponent, feel a little pressure. If he can knock this guy away at will on the first day, then on the second day, he can only guarantee about 70% of the chance to stop the opponent.

As for the third day, Costinha wanted to catch a reasonable collision opportunity. It was a bit difficult, because Lin Yi's performance on the field was getting more and more slippery, and he didn't give Costinha a chance to knock him away.

As long as Lin Yi didn't stick the ball on his feet, Costinha couldn't catch the shadow of this little guy even if he wanted to knock him down with his body. After all, he couldn't run all over the field with this kid. He had to firmly defend his position as a back midfielder.

With long-range off-ball running and simple one-kick passing, Lin Yi gradually began to make his movements more concise during the game. The feeling of sticking to the ball on the field began to appear less and less on him, which made him more of a headache for the defender.

Lin Yi's passing vision on the field was originally very broad. Now he has completely fixed his eyes on the opponent. Even if there is a little gap in the pass, he will try his best, and the sharp feeling of his pass has gradually emanated.

Moreover, the effect of this kid's daily shooting practice has begun to make Baiya feel pressured. The little guy's shooting is already a threat in Baiya's eyes. Lin Yi's calf itself has a strong explosive power, which also determines the suddenness and ferocity of his shooting.

In the group confrontation in recent days, Baiya has to force himself to concentrate like a formal game, otherwise, he will be inadvertently attacked by this kid, and it is not the first time he has suffered such a loss.

The scene was no longer embarrassing. After all, it was a very embarrassing thing to let a 15-year-old kid score a goal. Fortunately, this kid was his teammate, otherwise it would be a very troublesome thing.

Watching Lin Yi's increasingly comfortable performance on the field, Mourinho kept writing something in the notebook in his hand. Even Brito, who was not far away from him, did not hear Mourinho muttering something while writing.

"I hope this knife can be sharpened... more deadly... I hope there is enough time..."

But no one heard his mumbling, everyone was desperately preparing for the next fierce battle. . .

(Some things about the League Cup were not found, so please ignore whether Lin Yi is qualified to sign up for it... Don't count it as my mistake for the time being... Well, it's mainly because the information is too difficult to find. Sorry, sorry, just treat it as a mistake, let it go, don't find fault with it...)