There is a dream called football

Lorinda stood outside the stadium carrying a huge bag, and Sosa hurried over after parking his car.

"Dad, can we pass the security check like this?"

Sosa was stunned for a moment, "No matter what, I have to bring this thing in, no matter what."

as expected.

Lorinda and Sosa were stopped by security and they were taken aside. The security was a little dumbfounded and asked, "Madam, are you here for camping?"

Lorinda glanced at her father dissatisfied, and the latter said sheepishly, "That's right, here is that..."

After hearing this, the security guard chuckled and said, "Really? Then I have to take a look."

sweat.

"That's not possible. It took me a long time to put this thing in my bag."

The security guard was a little disappointed, "Okay, just go through the security check once and you can go in."

Entering the stadium, several old guys were already waiting there. When they saw Sosa coming, they immediately gathered around him.

"Did you bring it?"

Sosa patted the bag in his hand, "Of course, this has been prepared for two weeks."

The old man looked excited.

"Open it quickly and let's unfold it together."

It turns out that what Sosa brought in was a tifo, which is a huge portrait that is very popular in European football stadiums.

There are big and small tifos.

The big ones can cover an entire bleacher, while the smaller ones, like the one Sosa is holding, are about 10 by 10 meters in size.

Everyone worked together, and this was the first time Lorinda saw the true face of Lushan, and she suddenly burst into laughter.

What I saw on the tifo was a cartoon image of Sosa himself, holding a half-dead eagle in his hand.

The eagle's neck was tightly strangled by Sousa's fat hands, and it looked very painful.

The eagle is Benfica's mascot and the totem on the Benfica team emblem. There is even a dedicated person raising an eagle at Benfica's home ground.

The days when Benfica swept across Europe were also called the Portuguese Eagle, so the meaning of the tifo made by Sosa is self-explanatory.

Lorinda smiled and said: "Dad, you are too bad."

"Hehe, I have to deal with the annoying Benfica like this. When Li Qiao is promoted to the first team, I will take this tifo to the Dragon Stadium."

"hehe."

*****

Deep inside the stadium, a big shot came to Porto's dressing room. Mourinho arrived as promised.

This is the first time Li Qiao has seen Mourinho in real life. He looks so young, of course compared with his later days at Chelsea.

At this time, most of Jose's hair was still black, and he looked much more handsome, and of course, more arrogant.

Just like Napoleon inspecting the French army, he held his head high and shook hands with the team members one by one. To be honest, he didn't like any of these people.

"Want to join the first team?" Mourinho said with a hint of playfulness in his tone, as if he was provoking.

No one answered.

"What? You don't even dare to fantasize about it? Are you still a man?"

"think."

Everyone turned their heads, and it was Dada who shouted.

Mourinho walked over and looked at him with a smile on his face, "Let me change the question. If a woman is in front of you and asks you if you want to have sex with me? How would you answer?"

Dada regretted that he shouldn't have said anything.

Mourinho continued with a smile: "You should say nothing and just act."

Rough words but not rough words, Mourinho's meaning is very clear. If you want to be in the first team, then go out and take action. Anyway, I was watching this game live.

*****

Norton Matos and Valle hugged each other. They are both second-rate coaches in Portugal, so they can be considered sympathetic to each other.

He said a lot of polite words recalling the past, but he also knew in his heart that only by killing his opponent could he climb up.

This reminds me of the scene in the Premier League era when Mourinho stepped on Wenger many times to climb up. It was cruel but also interesting.

In this game, Valle arranged for Li Qiao to start, while Raven was placed on the bench. The formation did not change much from the previous game.

After the game started, Porto immediately felt a different atmosphere.

After 9 rounds of the league, Porto has only encountered two game situations: not scoring when winning, and scoring when winning.

But no matter what the situation, Porto's ball possession rate is leading, but this game is different. Benfica takes the lead. After the opening, the three lines spread out evenly and advanced forward, pressing Porto's defensive third zone.

Benfica's 433 formation, the three people at the front are all African-Portuguese, and the power forward is No. 9 Luciano Teixeira.

The two wings are separated on both sides, with No. 19 Cavaleiro on the left and No. 6 Joao Mario on the right.

Benfica passed the ball very quickly in the frontcourt. Three passes and two fell to the feet of forward Teixeira. He was 188cm tall and used his strong body to squeeze away the defense. He kicked the ball in the arc of the penalty area and hit the goal. The ball flew towards the goal like a cannonball.

goal.

The goalkeeper saved the ball from the bottom line, but 30 seconds after the opening, Benfica completed the first shot. This was clearly a shock and told Porto that even in your court, I will not retreat to defend.

*****

"Speed ​​up the pass."

If it were the first three rounds of the league, Fabio would definitely be miserable when encountering such a game rhythm. The opponent was too fast and his passing rhythm was too slow. However, after special training with Li Qiao, Fabio came out at this time.

The speed of the ball is obviously much faster.

But Benfica was obviously well prepared, and their pressing in the frontcourt was as fierce as an African hyena.

Porto lost the ball in the backcourt again.

The ball was distributed to the left. Cavaleiro took the ball and swept it into the penalty area. It was like passing and shooting. It was very powerful. Anyone who touches this kind of ball may score.

Fortunately, the central defender kicked the ball away with a big kick.

Two minutes later, Benfica's offense came back. This time it was a cross from No. 6 from the right. It was also a powerful cross, without any accuracy, just to cause chaos in the penalty area.

After watching the game for 10 minutes, Mourinho stood up and stretched his legs. The assistant next to him smiled and said: "Are you bored?"

"No, the technical content of this game is a little low, but there are also highlights. I think the opponent is more prepared."

"The offense was a bit chaotic."

Mourinho nodded, "This kind of offense poses no threat to Porto's first team, and is even seeking death. We can easily counterattack after taking possession of the ball, but obviously the opponent has studied the previous games of Porto's B team. They

I feel that a stronger offense can tear this line of defense apart."

The assistant nodded, "Team B has not been able to produce enough blood in the past few years. It seems that we still have to buy people from outside during the winter break."

"Buying someone?"

Mourinho sneered in his heart, it was hard to say how much money Pinto, a complete profiteer (Jorge Pinto da Costa, owner of Porto), could pay for him.

At this moment, the situation on the field suddenly changed and Porto lost the ball.