There is a dream called football

Li Qiao made a hand knife, "Cut off the pass from the midfielder and send it directly to the front line. I will run."

Valle was stunned, he had never thought of playing football like this.

Rui Costa, Figo, Deco.

In his mind, football should have an attacking midfielder who can keep the midfield in order, just like in a traditional Portuguese family, where there is a mistress who keeps the house in order. That is the football in his mind.

Li Qiao probably understood what Valais was thinking.

"Head, I know what you're thinking, but Fabio's passing success rate in battles is terrible."

"hehe."

"Fabio is my friend. I didn't want to say this originally, but if we don't change, there will be no chance."

In fact, what Li Qiao could see, Valais certainly also understood, he was just too stubborn.

He said nothing and turned to look for Fabio.

The game continues.

The "shovels" in the opponent's midfield were suddenly confused. They all looked at their head coach, hoping to get the latest instructions.

"Fabio is retreating? Are Porto ready to give up?" Peña thought to himself.

He gestured and asked his defensive players to stay away from the midfield. This was inevitable. The entanglement with Fabio could only occur in his own half.

Returning to his own half, Fabio suddenly felt relaxed all over. No one was bothering him, and he was no longer afraid of being kicked. He could face the opponent's half just like he did in training.

A long pass.

Fabio's passing returned to its proper level, and as far as the eye could see, Peña spotted a yellow-skinned player chasing the ball.

The full-back here has been following, so it seems there should be no problem.

But the moment he touched the ball, Li Qiao's first-class feel for the ball played a decisive role. The moment he stopped the ball, he immediately wiped it in.

With just this one move, he cut into the penalty area. The opponent's full-back was originally planning to attack after Li Qiao got the ball, but he could only be dumbfounded at this time.

Defenders would be wary of making moves in the penalty area. At that moment, Li Qiao pushed the arch of his foot and passed the ball to the center.

No. 9 black center Ivanildo rushed over and hit the ball with a blast. The ball went straight into the bottom of the net.

A goal was scored.

Sosa jumped to his feet.

"Porto has scored, Porto has scored, my daughter, Porto has scored."

"Ah, nasty Portuguese man."

"Hahaha."

Porto players gathered together on the court. This goal was so important that it had been suppressed for 60 minutes. Ivanildo's explosive shot was like a timely rain, bringing a touch of coolness and pleasure.

After celebrating, Li Qiao patted Fabio and said, "It's so beautiful."

"It should be because you parked it beautifully."

Fabio's basic skills are very good, otherwise it would not be possible for Valais to establish him as a core player, but his playing style is a bit too classical.

Head coach Valle celebrated too much and even had a little conflict with the assistant coach on the opponent's bench.

After the restart, Li Qiao replaced Fabio and immediately became a thorn in the opponent's side. The head coach gave a death order to target... Asians.

At this point, the opponent's head coach didn't even know which country Li Qiao was from, but he looked like he was Asian.

"Keep an eye on him and let him have a taste of what European football is."

Li Qiao knew that his opponent was holding back his bad intentions, so every time he touched the ball, he kicked it out without giving his opponent a chance to kick him.

Fabio, who returned to his own half, also used his brain. He looked at Li Qiao and shook his head in his mind. He couldn't give the ball, otherwise Li Qiao would be kicked.

Suddenly, Fabio saw Dada from the wing quickly intervene.

People run.

The ball arrives.

Dada received the ball and continued to accelerate. Brazil is rich in this kind of assisting full-backs, and Dada is like this too.

A whirlwind swept over, and the opponent's wing was shaken.

"Block him."

"Kick him."

Tondela's defenders slowly gathered together, just like the reins were gradually tightened, and they wanted to solve this attack on the wing.

Dada looked up and saw that the forward in the penalty area was drowned in the sea of ​​people. Our side had a single arrow, so it was very difficult to pass the ball directly to the forward.

Of course it is possible to make a blind move, but it will be in vain and it is equivalent to helping the opponent to get out of the siege.

Just when Dada was helpless, he spotted Li Qiao in the corner of the penalty area. It turned out that Li Qiao had been following him during this attack.

"Hey, thank you, Li Qiao."

Dada decisively played the ball to Li Qiao.

This time it was unexpected again.

"That yellow-skinned Chinese."

The first goal conceded was thanks to Li Qiao. At this time, the entire Tondela team was particularly sensitive to Li Qiao.

Only three defensive players were seen rushing over.

"Get the ball out quickly!" Valle thought to himself.

Li Qiao thought the same way, but the opponent's central defender was very sneaky and they took a few steps forward. At this time, No. 9 was probably offside.

Creating an offside trap means blocking the timing.

"If you pass the ball, it's offside. If you don't pass it, you'll get kicked."

A critical moment.

Li Qiao moved forward and accelerated into the penalty area.

The opponent's head coach was stunned. This stupid young man appeared out of nowhere. He had no stage fright at all. He had never known that Porto's B team had such a person before.

Just when Li Qiao was about to take a shot, a huge force struck him.

"It's a penalty kick."

All the players on the Porto bench jumped to their feet.

"No no no."

Peña wagged his finger at the referee, indicating that this was not a penalty kick.

What's even more outrageous is that Tondela's defender grabbed Li Qiao's clothes and was about to drag him up, "I don't care where you come from, don't give me a damn flop."

Suddenly, someone pushed him hard. It was Dada.

Dada, whose mother tongue is also Portuguese, used the Brazilian curse, "Fuck you, Portuguese bastard."

"You Brazilian monkey, you want to die."

Li Qiao turned around and almost burst into laughter. The two of them shook their heads, but neither of them took action. It seemed that they had not lost their minds.

It doesn't matter if you talk on the court, there are no lip readers to interpret this kind of game anyway, but if you do it, it's different.

"Just wait."

Dada made a shut-up gesture and said, "Get away."

Li Qiao patted Dada and said, "Thank you. My Portuguese level is really not good for quarrels."

Dada patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'm here."

The referee awarded a penalty kick and Fabio stood in front of the penalty spot.

Get it done in one fell swoop.

Porto equalized the score.

The opponent's head coach pouted and looked helpless. Everything happened after Li Qiao came on the field.

He issued a death order to give Li Qiao some color.

Valais knows professional football so well that 2-2 is acceptable. He asked Li Qiao to retreat and not give his opponent a chance to do anything rough.

You have to be smart in professional football. This is a long season and you cannot compete for the pleasure of the moment.

The final score remained at 2-2, with Porto taking one point away from home.