Midfielder

Lin Yi's goal almost made more than 30,000 Scottish people in the Olympic Stadium despair, or rather, the Scots had already begun to feel despair from the moment this kid came on the field, but this fatal blow shattered their last remaining glimmer of hope.

But Mourinho looked at the little guy in front of him with a somewhat crazy expression, and he felt a kind of power, a power that could only be derived from absolute self-confidence. This kid seemed to never think that he would fail.

Especially when he stepped on the grass, that kind of calmness and composure always made the messy scene smooth. Maybe he only thought of one thing, that is, to defeat the opponent and win the final victory. Maybe he didn't have the strong willpower of this little guy.

The big screen replayed that gorgeous moment, Lin Yi stopped the ball at the edge of the small penalty area, got rid of it, and shot at the end. The whole action was so coherent that it made people crazy. Every action of his seemed to make the opponent follow him, but he was the leading actor, and the others were supporting roles.

No one would deny the brilliance that Lin Yi showed at that moment, but this brilliance was more like a stimulus to the Scots. When they saw such a wonderful goal, they could not cheer, but also felt sad for this damn goal. It was really a kind of sadness that hurt to the bone.

Lin Yi's agile figure stabbed the Celtics twice. He said that it was a knife for a knife. He just returned the gift that Larsson gave to Porto, but these two knives killed the Scots and pushed the Celtics to the edge of the cliff.

With only 5 minutes left, the Celtics, who still hoped to drag the game into overtime, failed to keep this hope. The black-haired kid did not leave them the possibility to continue the game. An amazing goal has already allowed Porto to put one hand on the trophy.

Lin Yi's carnival led the shouts of all Porto fans. Perhaps at this moment, Portugal has become a sea of ​​joy. Lin Yi changed the trend of the game in this way. With one assist and one goal, he completely destroyed the Celtic's defense with his feet.

Martin O'Neill once roared for the performance of this little guy, but the final result only made him more helpless, because his players could not think of any way to stop the kid from wreaking havoc in the Celtic's half except for rough fouls.

The Celtics did not try to treat this guy who looked like a child in a fierce way, but the crazy kid fought back in a tougher way. Agathe, who was compared to an idiot by him, had lost himself in the constant fouls.

There were only 5 minutes left before the end of the game in 90 minutes. Even with the extra time, there was not much time left for the Celtics. Martin O'Neill had to put his last hope on a full-scale attack. At this time, there was no other way except to attack.

If he still wants to win the final victory, now he has no way out except attacking. Even if he knows that such a desperate charge may bring more fatal damage, he can't think of any good way except to fight. Attack, for that glimmer of hope!

Martin O'Neill left the last substitution quota to the forward line. He directly replaced a full-back and added a high center forward. He also asked all the midfielders to attack the Porto team's penalty area. Now he gave all the players the order to attack, and attack again!

Three forwards who risk their lives, and the three forwards of the Celtics are the kind of header masters who can compete for high points in the penalty area. Now Martin O'Neill can only pin his last hope on this aimless bombardment. This is his last chance.

He even asked to start the charge directly from the back line. The Scots are no longer in the mood to consider how to play the wing cooperation beautifully and accurately. At this time, they can only use the simplest offensive method to solve the problem. Long pass rush is the only choice for the Scots.

Including Larsson and Sutton, plus the newly replaced Maloney, they have all piled into the Porto team's penalty area, but they are facing the Portuguese who are determined to keep the fruits of victory, and a close-range hand-to-hand fight is inevitable.

Whoever is more fierce at this time may be more able to take the initiative. This kind of direct high-altitude dialogue between forwards and defenders has no skills to speak of. In addition to fighting physically, it is fighting will. Any technical advantage is pale and powerless in this area.

Carvalho's ferocious expression at this time of competition made a playboy like Sutton feel terrified, especially when competing for a header, the desperate Carvalho had a long cut on his forehead.

But he still fought with the opponent with blood after a simple bandage. Carvalho's unusually fierce performance has shown the determination of Porto to defend to the end. They don't want to be dragged into overtime by the Scots. They want to get rid of their opponents within 90 minutes.

Not only did the players on Porto's back line perform very ferociously, even Baia, who was guarding the goal, was very aggressive in his attacks at this time. His fist almost hit the opponent's offensive player in the face twice.

Maniche, who was added to the defensive midfielder position to defend the front line, started all kinds of flying tackles and interceptions in the midfield. He didn't give the opponent's midfielders a chance to control the ball. Either he knocked you down or you passed the ball high. Want to go to the bottom? Then you are definitely dreaming.

Maniche, Alenichev and Deco were already entrenched near the center circle for hand-to-hand interception. There was no elegance at this time. The final decisive moment was a bloody battle. Whoever performed more fiercely would win the game.

The Celtics' forward line led by Larsson was completely trapped in such a defensive quagmire. His best ability to capture opportunities in front of the goal was completely submerged in his thighs and flying feet. The crowded half of the Porto team was basically a battlefield.

There was no technology to speak of, let alone any exquisite cooperation. In addition to the physical collision and the most direct confrontation between muscles, studs and flying tackles were the most common scenes in the Porto team's half. Fouls and mutual pushing basically became the whole game.

Even the referee had no way to control the emotions of the two teams at this time. He could only keep warning the players of both teams, but this method obviously had no effect and could not control anything from happening.

This was not the first time that his whistle sounded. The two yellow cards he issued in succession could not suppress the anger of the two teams. After a fierce confrontation near the center circle between Maniche and Thompson, the other team, the two of them almost shook their fists at each other.

In addition to making the stadium full of gunpowder, such a hot scene also made the fans of the two teams join the fight. The fans sitting close together could no longer suppress the boiling liquid in their blood vessels, and fighting between fans had occurred several times.

The chaotic situation on the field made Mourinho have no intention of sitting in the coaching seat and waiting for the end of the game. He stood on the sidelines and reminded his players loudly that they should pay attention to calm down at this dangerous moment and not easily give the opponent any opportunity to threaten their defense line.

"Control the ball! Don't let the opponent launch continuous attacks!" Mourinho definitely didn't want to let himself lose his composure at this time. He shouted loudly on the field. He hoped that his team's midfielder could hold the ball at this time and then use his technical advantages to hold the opponent.

But in that fierce confrontation, even Deco couldn't control the ball as Mourinho expected. The melee continued, and time was consumed by every second. There was always a crisis in front of the Porto team's goal, and Mourinho's heart was always hanging in the air.

The players of both teams were very tired. The ups and downs of the confrontation for nearly 90 minutes had exhausted the physical strength of these guys, especially the Porto players who had obviously felt physically exhausted during the crazy attack in the second half. If there was an overtime, it would undoubtedly be a severe test for them.

The ball must not be lost at this time. If you ask Mourinho what his biggest wish is, he will definitely tell you, "Let that damn referee blow the whistle to end the game earlier. This feeling of hanging by a thread is really driving people crazy!"

But the more chaotic the scene is, the more opportunities it contains. There will always be people who will sensitively capture the moment of death at this time.

Just when Celtic player Petrov stopped the ball from Porto's backcourt near the midfield and was about to hoist the ball into Porto's penalty area again, a guy who had been silent for a few minutes moved, and a hidden sharp knife was unsheathed again.

The moment Petrov just stopped the ball, a foot had already kicked the ball hard from his side, which made Petrov lose control of the ball instantly, and the owner of the foot had already slid past him, with black hair, so dazzling.

When the live broadcast camera captured this scene, Martin O'Neill felt that the blood in his body seemed to have solidified at this moment.

When everyone began to feel the fatigue brought by the chaos, a black-haired boy reminded people in this way that there was at least one guy in the Porto team who did not feel tired and could still find fatal opportunities with his feet.

No one noticed where Lin Yi went when the game was the most chaotic, but when he appeared, the Scottish fans could only watch it all in despair. When Petrov was intercepted, there were only the last two people left on their back line, one of whom was the goalkeeper.

Lin Yi now knew very well how tired his teammates were, so he had to take over this desperate rhythm at this time. He had waited for a long time to seize such a chance to intercept the ball. His tackle was not only accurate, but also very fierce.

If there was no foul, Lin Yi would directly let Petrov's face and the grass kiss. Lin Yi, who succeeded in the tackle, started in the middle circle. Agathe, who was desperately chasing back, caught up from behind Lin Yi at this time, and the last defender Mialbi could only bite the bullet and pounce on Lin Yi.

"Breakthrough!" This is the only thought in Lin Yi's mind. When Dallei and Kapshu no longer have the strength to move forward quickly, Lin Yi decides to attack alone this time. This is a nearly 40-meter sprint with the ball. He wants to end the game completely in this attack.

Before Lin Yi's rapid breathing caused by the sliding tackle had subsided, Lin Yi had already rushed out fiercely on the grass. Now, it was up to him to decide the outcome of the game!

When Mourinho saw all this in the coaching booth, he did not shout out, but his two fists were completely clenched together. If this attack succeeded, the game would be completely over. Now all his attention was focused on the kid running with the ball.

Shaking, when Mialbi came up, he saw a Lin Yi shaking his upper body left and right. He had no way of guessing which side the black-haired kid would pass from. A moment of hesitation made Mialbi lose the opportunity to intercept Lin Yi.

This poor guy didn't even have the opportunity to reach out and pull Lin Yi. Lin Yi's foot flicked the ball directly past him, and he could only sit on the grass helplessly because he lost his center of gravity because of Lin Yi's swaying, and he didn't even have the possibility of chasing and defending.

Agathe, who was chasing closely behind him, took advantage of the moment when Lin Yi was shaking and kicked a flying tackle directly at Lin Yi's heel. He no longer cared about what punishment this action would bring to himself. He just wanted to knock him down before he rushed into the penalty area.

But Agathe seemed to have seen a ghost at this time. The black-haired boy seemed to have eyes behind his head. He jumped up and dodged the fatal tackle. He poked the ball out before jumping up, and then chased again.

One-on-one, Douglas was desperate when he saw the black-haired boy rushing towards him, but all he could do now was to rush out of the penalty area desperately, stretch his body as much as possible, and then block it, trying to block Lin Yi's shooting angle.

But the last scene Douglas could see before he fell to the ground to block was that Lin Yi had gently rubbed the ball at the moment he rushed out, and then passed over his head with a little grass debris. Douglas closed his eyes helplessly at this moment.

The tsunami-like cheers have already explained the result. Douglas no longer wants to look back at the football in the net. He buried his head deeply between his hands. From heaven to hell, the black-haired boy made the Celtics experience what despair is.

And the boy who raised his hands and knelt on the grass seemed to use this action to tell the world that this night belongs to him. . .

(I wish all readers a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, family reunion, and everyone is happy. Today is a holiday, so I will update once first, and add more tomorrow... Friends who have any opinions on this book can discuss it in the book review area. My brain cells are always limited. I hope this book can be written well. It doesn’t matter if the subscription is already very poor. I just hope to write something that people like to read.)