There is a dream called football

The goalkeeper lowered his head, and the sweat on his forehead was like an open faucet.

Valle patted him and said, "I don't blame you, but if you do this again in the second half, you won't be able to play in the future."

Coaches are very conflicted about the position of goalkeeper. On the one hand, everyone makes mistakes, but when goalkeepers make mistakes, it is particularly embarrassing. The coach has no choice but to be cruel sometimes and kill Ma Su with tears.

Valais had no time to comfort the goalkeeper, he turned to the crowd.

"Children, we are the B team and cannot be promoted, but don't forget, we can be relegated. With your current performance, we will play in the non-professional league next season, and then you will have to give me your salary.

Spit it out."

The players also looked at each other, as if they were trapped in a strange circle. This is the special thing about football.

Valle was blowing like a hairdryer for 15 minutes, but the players couldn't listen. Li Qiao knew he needed a goal in the second half.

"Score a goal as soon as possible, otherwise it's all in vain."

At the kick-off of the second half, the opponent's midfielder Ferreira was even more rough on Fabio's defense. With the ball in hand, he played more pragmatically than Llanises.

"Give the ball to Fabio." Li Qiao shouted while gesturing.

As the core, Fabio cannot hide and has no place to hide. The purpose of the special training is to toughen Fabio's playing style.

The ball was delivered to Fabio's feet again and again, and the opponent also made Fabio fall to the ground again and again.

Football is war in peacetime, and Ferreira looks like a man like Dutch giant De Jong.

Li Qiao and Dada rushed forward, but before they could say anything, Ferreira smiled and made a shut-up gesture.

"Be careful," Gustavo warned.

"Be careful with your legs. If you meet me, you won't be able to get up for three months."

There are many such players in Europe, the most typical one is Manchester United's Keane, who is considered a bully on the court.

But any head coach would like to have a bully in his squad who is responsible for blocking in the midfield.

Li Qiao also had a temper. He walked forward with a smile on his face and said, "I will make you unable to laugh."

Ferreira made a squinting expression, which is an insult to Asians. Of course, most people who make such an expression would deny this.

By this time, Fabio had already gotten up. He reached out and touched Li Qiao's shoulder, "Don't talk nonsense to him."

"Okay, let's respond the way football players do."

20 minutes before the second half.

Porto attacks.

Opponent defense.

The game was dull, even a little boring.

Li Qiao thought to himself: "If Porto's passing and control rhythm can reach the level of Real Madrid's B team at this time, it will definitely tear apart the opponent's defense."

But there are no ifs in football.

Dada hemming.

He ran until he could no longer run forward. Two opponents flanked him, so he could only pass the ball to Fabio.

but……

The ball was passed wide.

A 50-50 ball.

Ferreira had a wicked smile on his face, just like a butcher seeing the meat on the chopping board. If Fabio dared to get the ball, then he could kick someone legally.

If the ball is opened at 50-50, the action should be bigger, and the referee can acquiesce. This is something that all defensive players know.

If it was the previous Fabio, this kind of ball would have been withdrawn and he would not have gone head-to-head, but the current Fabio...

"What?" Valle's eyes lit up, and Fabio actually rushed forward, looking like he was going to have a head-on confrontation with his opponent.

Valais was a little worried. His opponent's lower back was quite dirty. If he kicked him out, he might be seriously injured for several months.

Fabio was also afraid. He had broken his leg a few years ago and the heartbreaking feeling was still fresh in his memory.

In fact, his fear of confrontation is more or less the shadow left by that time. Physical injuries can be easily recovered, but the inner injuries will take a long time to slowly subside.

Li Qiao has already moved. He believes that Fabio will be able to pass. Moving early is a kind of trust.

"Boy, you're going to die." Ferreira laughed in his heart, and at the same time, he had already kicked him out.

The moment Fabio touches the ball, he turns to his toes instead of using the arch of his feet to stop the ball. Toe touching the ball is the fastest.

Dumbfounded.

Ferreira was completely shoveled out, but Fabio used a few ounces of force to remove all the brute force from Ferreira's body.

"Beautiful."

Valle jumped up. Seeing such a passing move, he was more excited than seeing a beautiful goal.

"Well done, Fabio."

Without the midfield barrier, the door in front of the opponent's penalty area is wide open. Fabio drives the ball straight in. He has many points to pass the ball to.

The forward in the penalty area is Alfonso on the left, but there is only one person in Fabio's eyes, and that is Li Qiao.

A straight kick.

Without any defense, Fabio's through ball was a bit strong.

Comfortable.

This was Li Qiao's first feeling when he stopped the ball. The passing force and angle were both good. He didn't need to adjust and just shot straight away.

The ball flew into the far corner of the goal like a cannonball.

"goooooooooal."

*****

Sosa took off his jersey, held it in his hands and waved it as if he was the one who scored the goal.

Lorinda lowered her head and covered her face, "Dad, you are so embarrassed. You don't usually exercise. Look at your belly."

"Hahaha, Li Qiao scored a goal, I'm so excited."

"If I go back to my childhood, I vow to eat less, exercise more, and become a professional player."

"Dad, grandpa said you were a big fat man when you were a child."

Sosa blushed and said, "Our family owns a restaurant."

"Ha ha."

*****

After scoring the goal, Li Qiao ran straight to Ferreira and made a squinting expression.

The other party immediately became angry.

"Leave far away."

Li Qiao smiled and said: "You are not suitable to be a player, but should be a talk show. Your mouth is better than your football skills."

Li Qiao wants to anger Ferreira. It's only 1-1 now. If Porto wants to win, they have to continue to score goals.

"I will kick you until you can't get out of bed, remember."

"I am waiting."

Fabio patted Li Qiao and asked, "Why did you deliberately provoke him?"

"That way the pressure on you will be less." Fabio suddenly understood and was a little moved at the same time.

Sure enough, Ferreira lost his mind. Instead of following the coach's tactics and keeping an eye on Fabio, he frequently harassed Li Qiao.

In this way, Fabio was completely alive. The opponent's head coach cursed an idiot in his heart, but there was no one left to replace him.

At this moment, Valle made an adjustment. Raven stood next to the coach, a little nervous. Valle put his hand on his shoulder, "Use your speed to mess up the opponent's right wing. This is what I handed over."

A mission for you."

Raven nodded, "I know, head."

After Lei Wen came on the stage, he high-fived Li Qiao. There was a tacit understanding. Lei Wen suppressed his inner excitement and said, "We can't mess it up. For my own sake and for Li Qiao's sake."