There is a dream called football

At this time, there are two Joses in Porto's first team. The head coach is the famous Jose Mourinho, and the head coach is also called Jose, Jose Mores.

Morning.

Mourinho was surfing the Internet in the office. Facing the large picture tube screen, Mourinho was checking some football news.

Just then Morris walked in.

"boss."

"Come and see, the Guardian said David and Ferguson have reconciled, haha."

"Also, it is said that David is going to Spain because of his singer wife's troubles, so you must be careful when marrying a wife. You see, the one in my family is good. She will never point at my nose and tell me, Jose,

You should go there, not over there."

"Ha ha."

Morais laughed along with him.

Mourinho also knew that he was a rigorous person. Since he was here, something must have happened, so he asked: "What's the matter?"

"About the next game."

Mourinho continued to click the mouse and said with a smile: "It's okay. We are 100% sure of being in this group. The only question is whether we will be first or second in the group."

This season Porto is in Group F in the Champions League group stage, with Real Madrid, Marseille, and Partizan Belgrade in the same group.

Mores was stunned, "Group stage? Where does the group stage come from? I'm talking about the Portuguese Cup."

As soon as these words came out, Mourinho laughed loudly, "Haha, Portuguese Cup, do you need to report this too?"

After winning the UEFA Cup last year, Mourinho's appetite is no longer limited to the league. He wants to taste what it's like to win the Champions League.

However, he also knew that there was still a long way to go from Porto, the highest peak in Europe, so he could only keep such thoughts in his heart for the time being.

"I am only focusing on the second leg against Marseille. You can prepare for the Portuguese Cup match."

"Me?" Morais pointed to himself.

"right."

"It is not necessary for all the main players to start. When the overall situation in the second half is determined, they can be sent on to warm up."

"Boss, are you thinking too simply?"

"Haha, you are thinking too complicatedly. By the way, who is our opponent in the Portuguese Cup?"

sweat!

This is really treating the cup as a useless thing.

"It's Porto B team."

Mourinho was stunned, "Is this okay?"

"Yes... it's a bit strange, but it is said that the lottery is automatically arranged by the computer. Maybe... it's a coincidence."

Mourinho nodded, "Okay, I'll leave it to you. I want to study Real Madrid's recent games."

"good."

*****

During the training break, the players were playing a penalty game, which was to punish those players who failed during the lap competition.

The content of the punishment is to stand in front of the goal with your butt stuck out, and your teammates will take the shot.

Morais walked over with a smile. Every time at this time, the players would laugh, like naughty children, temporarily forgetting their usual pressure.

"Boss, can you fire Maniche (nickname)? People will die if he is here."

The impression given by Maniche is that his explosive shots are as terrifying as thunder. This is also the biggest label left to fans in his career.

The person who said this was the team's forward Carlos Alberto.

Maniche placed the ball on the lawn, laughed, and said, "You are the one who will be slapped."

"ah……"

"Huh."

Maniche used too much force and did not kick Alberto's butt.

"You're lucky, kid."

"Hahaha, to be honest, as long as Maniche is here, we won't dare to be lazy in training, otherwise we will be kicked by him and won't be able to get out of bed for half a month."

"Hahaha."

Mourinho looked over from a distance, his heart filled with joy. This was a team he cultivated with his own hands, and many people were like his children.

Carvalho, McKinsey, Carlos Alberto, Deco, Maniche.

There are also Portugal’s golden generation goalkeeper Baia and the rock-solid center back Jorge Costa.

Watching the children playing, Mourinho smiled happily. He thought: "With these people here, maybe it won't be a dream to win Europe one day."

At this time, Mores came over and handed over a small note. Mourinho took it and looked at it, "What is this?"

"Starting the Portuguese Cup."

"Haha, didn't I say that you have full control over this game? I will just sit on the bench and be honest."

"Haha, you better take a look."

Mourinho also understands that, after all, he started as a deputy, and the head coach is the boss of the team, which cannot be overridden.

Mourinho handed the note back to Mores, "You tell me, I'll listen."

"good."

"For the goalkeeper position, I let Baia rest and used Bruno Vela."

Mourinho nodded.

"For the defense, Bosingwa will be substituted at right back. He usually doesn't have a chance to play. I won't make any substitutions at center back. Carvalho and Jorge Costa, and left back Valente will be fine."

Mourinho still nodded. Generally, the lineup is rotated and the defense is as immobile as possible. On the other hand, it is estimated that given the strength of the opponent, it will be difficult to threaten the defense.

Porto plays a diamond-shaped midfield.

"I chose the main midfielder, Costinha."

Mourinho laughed and tacitly understood that this guy is a model worker in Portugal. Whether it is a national team or a club game, as long as he is not injured, he will never miss a game.

"Well, he's going to be unhappy if you don't let him out."

"Ha ha."

The four midfielders, apart from Costinha, are Maniche, Alenichev and Deco.

Moraes rested all teams.

It was the turn of the forward line, and McKenzie was not available. Moraes chose the Brazilian Del Rey, and Carlos Alberto.

"Boss, what do you think?"

Mourinho patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are too strict. It will be difficult for you to be independent when you go out in the future."

"Haha, if I lead the team myself, it will definitely be a different situation. It will be different."

Mourinho nodded in agreement.

"So be it."

Mourinho crossed his arms, looked at his disciples, and suddenly said: "Jose, have you ever thought about the Champions League?"

"Of course, we must qualify as a group."

"No, I mean champion."

"champion?"

Mores was stunned. The last time a Portuguese club won the Champions League was decades ago, and it was won by the Portuguese Eagles Benfica.

At that time, the European football landscape was very different from today. To be fair, Porto was very strong, but it was still far from the top in Europe.

Manchester United, AC Milan, Real Madrid, Bayern, these are all much better than me.

Mourinho patted Mores, "These kids are gold. They are destined to shine. Porto can't keep them. I think we should achieve something before they leave."