bullyxtreme Chapter 138 The Miracle of the Champions League Knockout
Chapter 138 The Miracle of the Champions League Knockout
Chapter 138 The Miracle of the Champions League Knockout
In the bar in Porto, Sosa and his friends stared wide-eyed, and the TV was responding to the controversy just now.
There are no video assistant referees in this era, but TV broadcasting is already well developed, and there are basically no dead ends.
When the Porto fans saw the ball roll across the goal line, they all jumped up.
Of course, it's fine as long as the referee makes a decision, but the Porto people still hope to win in an aboveboard manner. After the game, anyone who watches it can only be convinced.
"The goal is scored, we are leading, daughter, I need to tell you about the home and away goal system, we..."
Lorinda rolled her eyes, "Dad, you've said it N times, I know, if it's a tie, whoever scores more away goals wins, right?"
sweat.
"Did I really say that many times?"
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In the stadium, the Real Madrid players knew nothing about it. How could the linesman see the ball so fast?
So it was mostly a guess, but a goal was blown just based on a guess, which is really too imprecise.
"The ball didn't go in." Queiroz said angrily.
Mourinho pointed to his eyes, "I can see clearly, the goal must have been scored."
Queiroz wanted to scold her, but he held back. Mourinho's expression was really annoying.
In the end, the referee's penalty did not change. Porto scored a goal and the score became 2 to 1. Real Madrid was in danger.
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At the end of the first half, the Bernabeu booed like locusts. They felt that the referee had completely blacked out the first half.
And Costa's shovel against Ronaldo should have been a red card, plus an "unnecessary" goal, the home fans naturally refused.
The Porto players ignored the boos, but quickly left the stadium, while the Real Madrid players were still talking to the referee under the leadership of the head coach, but the referee's expression was obviously not very good, as if he didn't want to bully the opponent.
Back in the locker room, the players were very excited, because the team was behind in so many Champions League games, it felt like being strangled by someone and struggling, although it was "PUBG" every time, but that feeling was not very good.
But this time they took the lead, which made the Porto players a little uncomfortable.
"We turned out to be ahead this time, it's amazing." Maniche laughed.
"Who is the biggest hero?"
The big guys looked at Li Qiao, but no one interrupted. After all, the team hadn't won the game yet, so everything was still unknown.
Mourinho is a person who is prepared for danger in times of peace. He didn't laugh, because as long as the game is not over, everything is unknown.
"There are still 45 minutes in the second half, and we haven't won yet, brats, cheer me up."
"Yes, head."
What Morais meant was that he simply defended in the second half. Anyway, he had the advantage of an away goal, which means that he had the advantage of two goals in his hand, so there was no need to attack.
But Mourinho doesn't see it that way. He studied under Robertson and Van Gaal, and his understanding of football philosophy is higher than that of ordinary people. He knows a truth, and the defense that loses the offense will not persist for too long.
Of course, if the offense is too strong, the defense will also be bad, so this is a philosophy, because it needs to master the balance.
Mourinho pointed at Maniche, "How do you think we should play the game better in the second half?"
"I think it's time to defend and counterattack. Anyway, it's the opponent who is anxious now."
Mourinho nodded, "It makes sense."
"What do you think?"
Mourinho ordered Deco.
"I execute tactics."
"Hehehe."
Mourinho ordered Li Qiao.
"What do you think?"
"I think we should attack."
……
Everyone was dumbfounded, which seemed very unreasonable.
This was 2004. In fact, a year later, it all made sense. After the miracle in Istanbul, all the teams participating in the Champions League understood a truth. Before the referee blows the final whistle, then everything is possible.
This is Li Qiao's benefit as a time traveler, but it is also an annoyance because he cannot tell other people.
But Mourinho was very interested in Li Qiao's answer, "Tell me, why?"
"I am thinking backwards, so I am a Real Madrid player, so I will definitely not give up, because this is the semi-final of the Champions League."
Someone nodded.
Maniche said: "But if you lose another one, it will be 1 to 3, and it will be over."
In fact, what AC Milan must have thought back then, they should have been talking about where to go on vacation during the halftime break, or how to spend their bonuses, but they never imagined that Liverpool would finally usher in a head-on blow.
Li Qiao spread his hands, "I don't want to explain anything, but Jose asked me to say it, so I will say it, that's all."
Mourinho put his hand on Li Qiao's shoulder, "I think what you said makes sense."
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In the Real Madrid locker room, Queiroz took out his trump card, which was also his last move.
"Guys, I want to announce in advance that I am leaving Real Madrid."
Everyone was stunned. Queiroz has not been in office for a long time, and he is kind and a good head coach.
"But don't tell the media yet, this is a consensus reached between me and the chairman, no matter what happens after the season, I will leave Real Madrid."
The players were a bit surprised, although it was reasonable, and many on the team were in the late stages of their careers.
Figo and Zidane, they will only play for a few more years at most, and the chances of winning the Champions League are dwindling.
Queiroz smiled and said: "I think you are worthy of the Champions League, but I am not worthy of such a great club as Real Madrid."
"Do not……"
Someone said: "Carlos, you are great."
"Ha ha."
Suddenly Figo stood up, "Many of us have won the Champions League, but I want to do it again."
"Me too."
The players stood up one after another.
Queiroz smiled slightly, and his goal was achieved.
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In the box, Florentino was holding expensive sparkling water, but he hadn't drank it for a long time, and his mood was a bit complicated.
Why did the team not play the football they expected after spending so much money?
He smiled to the assistant beside him: "Who do you think Real Madrid's next head coach should be?"
The assistant Khan said, "I don't know about this."
"Tell me what you want."
"It's rumored that it's Capello."
Florentino nodded, "To tell you the truth, someone recommended Capello, but I feel a little bit worse."
"What do you feel?"
Florentino clenched his fist, but didn't say anything, suddenly he asked: "What do you think of Jose Mourinho?"
(End of this chapter)