PFC Chapter 112 Lost Porto
Chapter 112 Lost Porto
Chapter 112 Lost Porto
Porto's goal was wide open, Pirlo made a straight pass, and the ball entered the penalty area. Facing the attacking Baia, Inzaghi flicked it lightly, and the ball flew out of the crossbar in an arc.
The ball didn't go in!
However, Milan's offense is fatal. In desperation, Mourinho can only order the whole team to recover the defense.
In this way, the rest of the first half was spent, and the score of 0 to 2 was maintained until the end of the first half.
Ancelotti was very satisfied with the result of the first half. He went back to the locker room first, and Mourinho had to wait by the side of the court to comfort these children one by one.
Mourinho touched the players' heads.
Valente.
Ferreira.
Carvalho.
……
Players who looked like their own children filed past. When it was Li Qiao's turn, Mourinho patted him.
After the players entered the player tunnel, Mourinho went back.
There is no miracle in Istanbul at this time, so Mourinho can only cite some previous big reversals, such as the 1999 Champions League final, hoping to motivate these players, but it seems that the effect is not very good.
"In any case, we have to score a goal in the second half and see how it goes."
"Yes."
"Deco, pay attention to your own breakthrough. There is no need to be so conservative. Gattuso may have problems with this."
Mourinho meant to get Gattuso going, but Deco didn't think so, because from the actual feeling, Gattuso is not the kind of stupid rough guy, but a player who can play with his brain.
Mourinho stretched out his hands, "The two sides are the most important points. If the sides cannot be opened, it will be very difficult."
After the arrangement, Mourinho asked the physiotherapist to help everyone relax. In fact, the reason is simple, and the key depends on whether it can be done.
*****
"Guys, is it possible that the quarter-finals of the Champions League still satisfy you?"
Seeing that everyone was listless, the bar owner encouraged everyone.
To be honest, for a team that just participated in the UEFA Champions League this year, the quarter-finals is indeed a very good result. There is nothing to say, but people are greedy.
"Could it be that you guys really dream of winning the championship this year?"
"Haha."
"I've dreamed about it, and of course I know it's not realistic."
Someone laughed.
"I think someday in the future it will, but certainly not this year."
"agree."
The boss took out another case of beer, "Then let's drink it well. Even if the team loses, we will still support Porto, okay?"
"of course."
*****
Ancelotti didn't pay attention to the opponent at all. At this time, Milan was indeed too strong. He even wanted to take a rotation to prepare for the weekend league game. Maybe the game in Porto in the middle of next week, many of the main players could rest.
"Head, the opponent is too weak." Inzaghi laughed.
"Maybe only Real Madrid can be our opponent now, other than that, I don't think anyone can challenge us."
"Hehe, remember, pride is the devil."
Ancelotti said so, but he didn't think so in his heart. Being prepared for danger in times of peace is a universal truth, but very few people can do it, and An Pang obviously can't.
"We played Italy a bit in the second half."
"Haha," everyone laughed, and everyone knew what Ancelotti meant.
*****
"Hi."
Li Qiao, who just came out of the locker room, heard someone calling him.
"Who?"
Turning his head, he saw a bald head wearing sunglasses, which was extraordinarily dazzling. He was the legend of Italian football - Sacchi.
"Old man."
Li Qiao jumped over.
"Old man, why are you here?"
"Don't you usually watch the news? I have left Real Madrid, and now I go back to my hometown to watch."
"Haha."
After recounting the old days, Saki patted Li Qiao on the shoulder, "You have grown stronger, very good."
"I can't help it. This is Europe. If I don't eat, I won't be able to survive."
"Haha."
"Today's opponent is a bit difficult, right?"
"Hehe, all I can say is that Italian football is great."
"Haha, you don't have to flatter me, I'm not a Milan fan."
Li Qiao smiled slyly, "Then do you have any tricks to defeat the enemy?"
"Yes, but I won't tell you, because I can't betray Italy."
"Haha."
Maniche came over and smiled at Saki, of course he knew Saki.
"Okay, I'm going back to the stands too, bye."
After Saki left, Maniche smiled and said, "How do you know this old man?"
"Haha, why can't I know him?"
"This……"
"Well, it's okay to tell you."
Li Qiao talked about his time in Real Madrid, and Maniche was very envious, that is a wealthy family, a top wealthy family, the best teammates, the best coach, even if it is a youth team.
"Li Qiao, I know your experience in Real Madrid, but I have to say, today I really envy you."
"hey-hey."
*****
"Milan."
"Milan."
……
……
The singing was loud and clear. During the 15-minute intermission, these lovely fans sang for a full 15 minutes.
But once the Porto players came out, these fans immediately booed hugely.
Booooooooooooooooo.
"It's noisy."
"Don't worry, our fans will treat them like this at the Dragon Stadium next week." Maniche grinned.
The Milan players over there were late and arrogant, which made Mourinho very upset. He pointed to his watch at the fourth official.
"What time is it now, you can see for yourself."
After the Milan players were all on the field, the game started. Maniche, who had been in a hurry for a long time, took the ball 30 meters away and shot a burst.
This ball is not so much a shot, it is better to say that it hits the fans, because this kick flew directly to the stands.
Milan fans raised their middle fingers one after another, and the referee also warned Maniche, "Your ball is provocative, don't show up again."
"I did not do it on purpose."
Milan's formation is no longer pressed, which is a good thing for Porto's midfielder. At least it is much more comfortable to hold the ball, but Milan's defense in the core area is still very strict. If it goes over a little bit, it will immediately encounter strong resistance.
Deco was booed when he got the ball in midfield.
Booooooo.
Deco kicked McCarthy straight, but the old Nesta seemed to be able to read his mind, and he stepped forward and broke the ball.
"Really..."
Deco has an indescribable feeling that the Italians are really difficult.
However, Nesta took the ball slowly and handed it to Seedorf. Milan was not in a hurry to attack.
Yes.
With two home goals in hand, if Porto has no away goals, it will be really difficult to get back, even if there are not many in history.
At this time Mourinho stood up and shouted loudly: "Children, we haven't lost yet!"
(End of this chapter)