There is a dream called football

The stadium is small and the fans are in good order. After the game, some people were waiting at the side of the stadium to get autographs.

Sosa is already courtside.

"Haha, you are all here."

Sosa put the jersey on inside out. Li Qiao's name was on his chest. He pointed to the name on the jersey and said, "My hero, what do you think?"

Li Qiao scratched his head and said, "It's okay, I didn't score a goal."

"But both Porto goals were related to you."

"hey-hey."

Lorinda's expression on the side was not very good. She obviously couldn't stand the scorching sun on the green field. She put up an awning with her hands and squinted her eyes.

Li Qiao turned around and took a Porto hat, and put it on Lorinda's head without any explanation.

"what?"

"You're welcome."

Lorinda put her hands on her hips and said, "Who wants to thank you? My hair is all messed up."

At this time, Dada came over. When he saw Lorinda, he showed a look of nymphomaniac. Lorinda spat in her heart, "Pervert."

Li Qiao almost drooled when he saw him, so he patted him and said, "Let me introduce you, this is our team's right back Dada Gustavo, from Brazil."

"Hello."

Sosa smiled and said: "Li Qiao, come back with us later."

"This... is not good. The team has rules. I still have to go back with the bus."

Sosa Khan.

"Okay then, let's go back first and see you in the evening."

"See you tonight."

After Sosa and his daughter left, Dada started chatting, "Li Qiao, that girl named Lorinda is so beautiful. Is she your girlfriend?"

sweat.

"Of course not. That uncle is my agent, and that is his daughter. I am temporarily staying in their house."

Li Qiao added, "Don't have any ideas about her. Lorinda doesn't seem to be interested in football players."

"Haha, haha, how is it possible? I can't, but I do think she likes you."

"Haha, stop talking nonsense, let's go back to the locker room quickly."

*****

On the bus back, the players were in a good mood. After all, it was a reversal and the game was exciting.

The guys patted the seats in front of them and chanted, "Oulet, Oulet, Oulet, Olelet."

"Who scored for us?"

"Suarez."

(Ivanildo’s full name is Ivanildo Suarez Casama, and his teammates all take his middle name)

"Who assisted?"

"Li Qiao."

"Who scored for us?"

"Fabio."

"Who gets the penalty?"

"Li Qiao."

The players are like bards praising heroes. This is European football. Li Qiao has realized that even if it is not the five major leagues or Portugal's top league, the passion is the same.

Li Qiao thought deep in his heart, "If one day, Chinese players can cry, laugh, sing and remember for football, then Chinese football will really rise."

As a Brazilian, Dada is very talented in music. Unlike the Chinese, for Brazilians, football and music are an indispensable part of life, regardless of high or low.

Dada patted the chair in front of him. He was the kind of person who could record rhythm.

"Haha, it looks like a tambourine."

Dada smiled and said: "When I get promoted to the first team, I must form a band. I will be the drummer. Li Qiao, are you willing to join?"

"I don't seem to have any musical talent."

"It's okay. You can learn slowly. How can you live without football and music?"

Li Qiao nodded, maybe he should be more cheerful.

This was my first professional game. It was not perfect, but it was pretty good. On the one hand, my opponent was not strong, but on the other hand, I also seized the opportunity.

Li Qiao started tapping the seat in front of him to join his teammates in the "concert".

*****

Jose Mourinho.

The head coach of Porto's first team, every Monday is his most free time. He will deal with some documents in the office and then meet with some people.

These people include Porto branch scouts around the world, as well as heads of teams at all levels.

Of course, there are some people he doesn't want to meet, such as agents of big-name players, especially those who ask for a salary increase.

However, as the head coach of a first team, besides weekend games, there are still many things to worry about.

When Valle knocked on the door, Mourinho had just answered a call from a scout from Colombia.

"Please come in."

"Jose, what a wonderful week."

This is the Portuguese way of greeting, and Mourinho certainly knew it. He pointed to the chair in front of him.

"There is coffee on the table and Coke in the refrigerator. Get whatever you need."

Valais smiled and said he didn't need anything.

Mourinho crossed his arms in a comfortable posture.

"How was the game this weekend?"

"It's a tie."

Mourinho nodded, "Not a bad start."

Judging by his expression, Valle knew that he didn't watch the B team's game at all. It's no wonder, he is indeed a busy man.

Valle handed over the CD.

"I've been keeping an eye on this video of Fabio and Suarez for you."

Mourinho clicked on one of them, "I'll keep Fabio's, but there's no need to read Suarez's."

"Is he a good striker?"

Ivanildo is indeed good, but in Mourinho's opinion, he has a fatal flaw: he is too short.

He is only a little over 170, and Mourinho prefers big centers, whether it is Chelsea's Didier Drogba, Inter Milan's Milito, Real Madrid's Cristiano Ronaldo, Manchester United's Lukaku, Mourinho's football thinking is

Inherited.

He needs a tough center like a battering ram standing in the middle of the penalty area, which Suarez does not have.

Mourinho smiled and said, "You'd better persuade him to play winger. If he insists on playing forward, there will be no room for him in the team."

"Winger?"

Valle shook his head and then smiled: "Speaking of wingers, I signed a good winger in the summer. He is very fast and has a good football intelligence."

"Would you like to hear it?"

Mourinho waved his hand and said, "I never waste time on a newcomer. I'll wait until he proves himself."

"How to prove it?"

"For example, if I score 10 goals or assist 10 times in the Portuguese Liga, then I might go take a look. There is no need to waste my time before that."

Valle also laughed. Jose is still so arrogant, but maybe that's why he was able to go from translator to assistant coach and now head coach of the first team.

Mourinho left information on Fabio. He has been following this player for a long time and feels he has some characteristics of a Portuguese midfielder.

"Okay, let's go check out the B team when we have time. If we keep playing in the Champions League, then I'm afraid there won't be enough people in the first team."