There is a dream called football

Mourinho looked at his watch, there were still 5 minutes left, and with injury time added, the maximum would be 8 minutes.

"Let's go, I don't want to be crowded."

"But... this game is not over yet, we are still lagging behind."

Mourinho smiled and said: "Don't watch, there won't be a miracle."

Mourinho's understanding of modern football is very profound. This is not the era of Kempes and Rossi.

The defense of modern football is getting stronger and stronger. To tear apart the opponent's defense, you must pass the ball as accurately as a scalpel, or you must be sharp on the wing and strong in the middle.

And this Porto team doesn't seem to have these abilities, so it's not easy to tear apart the opponent's defense.

Benfica's players clung to Li Qiao like psoriasis. This sticky defense made Li Qiao very uncomfortable.

The game reached the final stage, and the opponent was also very pragmatic. They wanted to maintain the 2-1 result, and nothing else mattered.

Arriving at the parking lot, Mourinho threw the car keys to his assistant and said, "Drive it."

The assistant had just started the engine when suddenly there was a roar in the stadium. The sound could be heard clearly through the car window.

"This...could it be that Porto scored?"

The expression on Mourinho's face was a bit playful, as if he were reading a vulgar novel with a predetermined ending, but suddenly the plot took an unexpected turn at the end.

"Are you still leaving? Boss?"

Mourinho chuckled.

Back in the stadium, the score turned into 2-2. There was no replay on the big screen. What happened just now?

Mourinho felt more and more itchy in his heart.

"It seems that you really can't leave early before the game is over, otherwise you will be punished."

Looking again, he saw that his original position had been taken by someone else. No wonder someone else had taken it. Mourinho glanced around and found a chubby middle-aged uncle standing shirtless watching the game. He walked over and patted him.

The middle-aged uncle turned his head and was shocked.

"Jose."

It's certainly not unusual for Porto fans to know the head coach of the first team.

"what's your name?"

"My name is Sousa."

Mourinho sat down and asked: "Unfortunately, I went to the bathroom. What happened just now?"

Sosa laughed and said, "It was so exciting just now. I guarantee that that goal is the most exciting of all the goals in Europe this season."

Mourinho knew that the other party must be exaggerating, but he still said with interest: "Let's talk about it."

Just a few minutes ago, Porto launched an attack. Li Qiao took the ball in the attacking midfielder position, and Alfonso on the left and Raven on the right were both in place.

Therefore, Benfica did not pounce on Li Qiao, but paid attention to the two wings. Just when everyone thought that Li Qiao would definitely split the sides.

Facing the defensive player, Li Qiao moved his instep and passed the ball. This was too sudden.

Because he didn't expect it, the defense in the middle was weak. After Li Qiao cut in, he didn't think much and hit the goalkeeper directly.

The ball rolled to the opposite corner and went in.

At this time, Lorinda, who was sitting aside, smiled and said: "I think it's a pretty ordinary goal, but daddy, you say it's like a legend."

Hahaha.

Mourinho smiled, the uncle in front of him was indeed a bit exaggerated.

Sosa followed the stick and continued: "Jose, do you know? I discovered him. I took a liking to him in Real Madrid's training camp and brought him to Portugal."

This actually surprised Mourinho. In European football, heroes have always been heroes regardless of their origins. Mendes is such a person. In a sense, Mourinho himself is also such a person.

"Are you a scout or an agent?"

"I……"

Before Sosa could answer, Lorinda smiled and said: "Amateur, our family owns a restaurant."

sweat.

Sosa was embarrassed, but Mourinho smiled, "Little girl, this is your fault. Go and find out what our boss Pinto did before. You should admire your dad."

With Mourinho's support, Sosa suddenly felt that he was 2.2 meters tall today. He patted Lorinda on the shoulder and said, "Daughter, did you see what I said?"

At this moment, there was a roar in the stadium, and the three of them stopped chatting and looked into the stadium at the same time.

It turned out that at the last moment, Porto got a free kick opportunity in the frontcourt, which was likely to kill the opponent.

"God bless you."

Sosa made the sign of the cross on his chest, but Mourinho just smiled faintly. This man who can say that after God is me obviously does not need such psychological comfort.

Most of the fans stood up to watch the game, and the players on Porto's bench also stood on the sidelines, seeming to be expecting a buzzer beater.

It stands to reason that with the score of 2-2, Porto should not invest too many troops for a corner kick. There are many cases of counter-attacks in football history.

But this is a derby. Porto put 6 men in the opponent's penalty area this time. Alfonso, who has good footwork, came to the corner flag area.

Alfonso rubbed the ball with his palms, as if he wanted to make it rounder with his hands, then he kissed the ball and placed it in the corner flag area.

The penalty area was already a mess. Porto's players were crowded in the small penalty area, while Benfica's defensive players were desperately pushing out.

The referee dealt with it several times before a little order was restored in the penalty area.

A whistle sounded.

Alfonso made a three.

It is the No. 3 tactic during training. This is the secret of every team. Only insiders know it, and the meaning of the gesture will often change.

After seeing this gesture, Li Qiao took a few steps back behind the goal, while the others pushed towards the penalty area.

With a crisp sound, Alfonso kicked the ball and the ball flew in the air. Benfica knew that they had been fooled. Several big men in the front attracted the attention of the defenders, but the ball flew to the back.

The throats of the Porto fans were tight, which was due to the tightness of the muscles caused by nervousness. This goal looked promising.

Li Qiao jumped up and shook his head hard, and the ball was pushed towards the goal. At the moment when everyone saw through the situation.

Bang.

The ball hit the crossbar hard, and Sosa angrily kicked the back of the seat in front of him. The big footprint seemed to be telling something.

Lorinda and Mourinho looked at each other, crazy Porto men.

Sosa yelled: "Why do you have to be so hard? You can just tap the ball lightly. There is no need to use force at all."

"Sosa, athletes can't think so much when shooting. If it were me, I would use my strength. That way, the success rate of avoiding the goalkeeper would be higher."

Mourinho spoke, and Sosa realized that he had lost his temper.

He clenched his fists and said, "What a pity. It was originally a sure kill."

Li Qiao's missed kill was also the last chance of the game. After Benfica took the goal kick, the game was over.

The national derby ended in a 2-2 draw.