There is a dream called football

Porto's first team, under the guidance of Mourinho, has flourished in recent years, and there are several key points that are indispensable.

One of them is midfield maestro Deco.

In his prime, Decona was Europe's top midfielder. Whether in the Portuguese national team or club, he could keep the midfield in order.

Porto B team also has such a person, that is No. 10 Fabio Espinho, but in recent years he has become more and more mediocre.

Li Qiao thinks he is a bit like Brazil's Ganso.

Ganso, who was still at Santos back then, was a Brazilian international and a genius as famous as Neymar. He was even rumored to be joining AC Milan, but Milan was scared away by Santos's asking price of 50 million euros.

Later, it turned out that AC Milan was lucky to be timid, and Gansuo became more and more mediocre and became a parallel import.

There is a kind of player like this. When he was young, he seemed to have a bright idea, but... for some reason, he gradually became mediocre.

When Valais first met Fabio, he thought the boy was very spiritual, but now he seems to have regressed.

Unable to control the ball in midfield, Porto became a little passive.

Porto's central defender Evaldo is also Brazilian, but he couldn't handle it when facing his fellow countryman Suze.

"Is this guy really Brazilian?"

There are many tall men in Brazilian football, but there are really very few English-style centers. Even the big Brazilian players rely on skills rather than purely physical strength.

Su Ze's posture of holding the ball with his back in front of the penalty area is very much like a British standing center.

Valle wondered: "Why don't such players go to England and come to Portugal?"

In the 22nd minute of the game, Tondela finally scored. After splitting from the wing, he passed the ball with a curve. In the penalty area, the Argentinian shot in front of the goal, and the Brazilian in the back goal scored with a header.

The goal.

1 to 0.

John Cardozo Stadium suddenly burst into flames, the first game of the new season and the first goal.

Cool!

Porto 1st team is the hegemon of Portugal, so Tondela fans feel particularly happy to be able to score the goal of Porto B team.

Valais had a dark face.

He called over the midfielder Fabio and the right winger, the Brazilian Charles.

"Fabio, what's wrong with you? Do you still want to join the first team?"

Fabio himself was depressed. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he just lost his spirituality.

"Keep the ball at your feet for at least five seconds."

"Five seconds, at least let your teammates on the wing step in. This is your responsibility as an attacking midfielder, you know?"

Fabio nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and he was not polite to the Brazilians Charles and Valle.

"I don't care if you're going back to Brazil, you just have to play football for me with the salary I gave you."

"Down, pass."

"start running."

"Do you still need me to teach you these basics?"

The biggest difficulty for Team B is that every season changes so much that both coaches and players must adapt again.

After teaching the two men a lesson, Porto restarted the game and the game continued. Valais calmed down his temper, hoping that this scolding would improve the situation.

*****

"Ilidio, you idiot, replace him with Li Qiao. He can help the team. Look at Porto playing like S."

Lorinda smiled and said: "Dad, can you be quiet for a while? I'm really afraid that you have a heart attack."

"This bastard, no wonder he can only be in the B team. Look at the Brazilian walking on the wing. He is a hundred times worse than Li Qiao, no! Ten thousand times worse. If I were the head coach, I would let him

Go back to Brazil immediately."

Lorinda Khan.

Sosa is completely different as soon as he watches the ball. His usual honest and honest demeanor no longer exists, and he swears at every turn.

It is difficult for Lorinda to understand that kind of passion can change a man. Just like Ferguson, he is a good man in front of his wife Kathy, but on the training ground, he is a famous hair dryer and is all about himself.

"Dad, please sit down, or I won't watch football with you anymore."

As soon as these words came out, Sosa regained some of his original nature, smiled, and sat next to Lorinda, but soon he couldn't sit still anymore because the situation on the scene was a bit bad.

*****

The opponent's head coach's tactical arrangement was very targeted. He knew that Porto's Fabio was slow, so he arranged two sabotage butcher midfielders to harass Fabio.

As soon as Fabio got the ball, the opponent showed his spikes at him. The spikes of the football shoes were like fangs, which made Fabio, who was already in poor condition, even more afraid.

Valle turned his head and shouted to several substitute players, "Warm up."

Assistant coach Gomez stepped forward.

"Don't worry, it's only the first half."

"We were kicking like a puddle of mud."

"But with the opponent's style of play, we fell down in the second half."

Valle knows this. Pressing in the frontcourt requires physical energy. In the second half, it was Tondela's turn to suffer.

but……

Valle's Porto shouldn't be like this. He should be as dominant as Jose's Porto.

"Fabio is becoming more and more incompetent and I can't forgive him."

"This cannot be blamed on Fabio. The opponent is too tight. Give him a little more time. He is not Deco."

Valais nodded, maybe because the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

Porto's passing was slow, and Li Qiao saw the problem. To be honest, Porto's b team's passing was much slower than Castilla's.

Sure enough, another problem occurred before the end of the first half. The Porto midfielder passed the ball to Alfonso on the left. The latter stopped the ball a little too much and was immediately intercepted by the opponent.

Fight back!

Tondela's counterattack was not the kind of counterattack that Atletico Madrid later used, which used quick passes to tear open the opponent's defense.

Their counterattack was to steal the ball and then drop it forward with a big kick.

Valle glanced at the opponent's head coach and said, "You are a disgrace to Portuguese football. You actually want to learn what the English do."

The ball bounced in front of the penalty area and bounced high again. The opponent's two high center forwards leaned on the defensive players and began to compete for position.

Just when everyone's attention was on the South American duo, suddenly a little man rushed out and scored the ball.

The home team celebrated like crazy, while the Porto players were as numb as tree trunks about to wither in autumn.

Valais calmed down and made a retraction gesture. The children were a little confused, which was unexpected.

"Steady it for me."

The league is a marathon. There is no need to lose the players' confidence just because of the first game. 0-2 is not a shameful score.

But on the football field, conceding more goals is different.

Valle looked at his watch and prayed in his heart that at least the team would not concede another goal before the end of the first half.