Football No. 10: God's Perspective

Chapter 12 Final Contest
Wang Po, who was pushed to the front line, kicked off.

The game officially begins.

The cheers and cheers of Porto fans in the auditorium were louder and louder, just like the No.12 of the team.

Porto's players did not disappoint the cheering fans and launched a fierce attack on the Eagles.

Without Wang Po in the midfield, the Eagles' already weak control is even worse.

The situation presented a one-sided situation. Porto started offensive and defensive drills at the front of the Eagles' penalty area, and every attack ended with a shot.

The Eagles are jittery in front of the gate, and the players are even more desperate.

The gap is too big.The tempo doesn't match at all.

Silva took the ball to plan an attack, and a long pass with a tricky angle penetrated the Eagles' six-man defense.

A master pass.

The position of Muto to stop the ball is just right, there is no need to make any adjustments, just volley with full power.

This is the Porto striker's favorite and good scoring method.

Countless Silva and Muto's connections have crushed opponents.

Fans in the stands were already on their feet ready to celebrate.

However, the goalkeeper of the Eagles miraculously saved the must-goal.

"My God, the goalkeeper is on the hook."

"It's Muto's shot."

……

Countless people exclaimed.

Costa, the boss in the stands, sat down in disappointment.

The Porto coach on the sidelines did not criticize the players, but smiled and applauded.

In his view, with the current situation, the Eagles' defense is on the verge of collapse, and it won't last long. As long as the first goal is scored, the Eagles' defense will be like a flood that has opened a gate, and it will bleed thousands of miles away.

Another precise long pass from Silva.

"Wow"

Exclamations erupted from the audience.

Muto's difficult stop drew bursts of praise.

"This is really a genius." Lafayette in the VIP seat couldn't help but praise the young man Muto, "Joan, does it look like the Samba No. 10 in your club?"

"Wow, of course, this beautiful ball feel is simply unparalleled."

Joan was also full of praise for Muto's skills.

Stopping the ball is the technique that best demonstrates basic skills, and it tests the player's talent and sense of the ball.

Muto is just right in this regard. As an ordinary striker, the ball would either stop too big, or could not catch it at all, but he stopped directly in front of him, forming a one-handed fight.

Push and shoot.

The Eagles goalie risked his face being disfigured by colliding with the studs, pounced and blocked the ball out of the baseline.

"Nice job."

The brave performance of the players made Bruce feel relieved, and the teammates of the Eagles were also infected.

They worked hard enough and desperately enough, but their mental strength could not bridge the huge gap in strength.

Porto showed the strength of a strong team, with high balls, penetration in the middle, long shots, and three-dimensional offensive methods that are hard to guard against.

The Eagles' goalie turned into a wall of sighs in this game, trying to keep the goal.

"beep"

The first half is over.

The scene is ugly, but the score is acceptable.

The Eagles players sat slumped on the ground one by one, their hands holding the water bottles were trembling.

Wang Po, who was on the front line, watched his teammates desperately, only anxious.

In this game, Blue asked him not to participate in the press, and to reserve enough physical fitness to wait for the opportunity to deal with the opponent's entire back line.

However, if the situation continues like this, I am afraid that the Eagles will not be able to sustain Wang Po's chance to single out Porto's defense.

Blue encouraged the players. It could be seen that the old man was more nervous than the players.

The second half started.

Porto's frantic attack intensified and swept through, and the Eagles' defenders could frequently be seen rushing towards the opponent's shooting route as if they were eye-catching.

The two central defenders were blasted to the ground by vigorous shots one after another, and even suffered short-term amnesia.

This is a real line of defense of flesh and blood.

There was no goal for a long time, and the voices of Porto fans' dissatisfaction began to echo in the dragon stadium.

Costa, the boss at the VIP seat, couldn't sit still anymore.

Time and time again, Muto was the happiest boy in the game.

It also became the focus of boos from the fans.

At the critical moment, Silva, the captain's midfielder at the SS level, stood up, dribbled past five defensive players, and missed the goal.

Immediately after another minute, Silva followed the same pattern, taking small steps in the waves, as if he was in no one's land in the defense of the Eagles players.

If the central defender hadn't destroyed the ball the moment Silva hit the goal, the goal would undoubtedly have been scored.

Silva's ability made the eyes of the bigwigs in the VIP table shine.

So far in the game, Silva's passing and offensive performance have been impeccable, and only one goal is perfect.

SS-level players are by no means in vain.

Faced with the existence of such a star, the Eagles' defense has no choice but to let go.

Going on like this is not an option, Blu Ling flag waved and used up three substitutions in one go.

Two defensive midfielders, plus a central defender.

Although the ability is not as good as the starting three, but the victory lies in the abundance of physical strength. This is to maintain the area coverage and defensive strength of the midfield.

The old coach Bruce looked at the U16 final trophy displayed in the player tunnel, and muttered to himself, "I have done everything I can, and it's up to you guys next."

"amber"

Jim took advantage of his speed to go back to the defense, cut off the ball at the left winger's feet, and took his turn to the frontcourt.

In my impression, this is the first time the Eagles have referred the ball to Porto's half in this game.

Wang Po turned his back, and through the sound of piercing the air behind him, he knew that the opponent's main central defender had come over.

The opponent is tall, strong, strong, and he is definitely not an opponent if he grabs a little bit.

Use your strengths to attack others' weaknesses.

The arms are open, and the position where the ball falls is stuck.

Porto's central defender provoked a fight, and Wang Po fell to the ground.

The referee's whistle blew, and Porto's defender fouled and scrambled to press.

The Porto defender was very dissatisfied with the referee's penalty, and stepped forward to argue endlessly.

Here, the Eagles were about to take a free kick, and the chicken thief from the lower back handed the ball to Wang Po, who had already ambushed at the penalty area line.

Take the ball, move laterally, shoot.

The left foot made a perfect arc, and the ball went straight to the dead corner of the goal.

The shot was impeccable.

Even Wang Po himself thought that the goal must be scored.

Rado jumped into the air between lightning and flint, blocking the path of the ball with his big hand.

"Wow"

Everyone's jaw dropped by Rado's performance.

A very corner save, even the world's top goalkeeper can only look at the ball and sigh, he actually saved it.

What kind of responsiveness is this?
It's beyond the reach of human beings.

Tricky shot, wonderful flutter.

One attack and one defense made people see the world's top duel.

Seeing the ball flying out of the bottom line, Wang Po didn't recover for a long time. Such a result made him unacceptable.

The lack of focus from his teammates allowed the Eagles to have such easy offensive opportunities, which angered Lardo.

The young goalkeeper who had grown a beard at a young age stared and roared angrily, like a lion that wanted to eat people, his aura was so powerful that it was suffocating and awe-inspiring.

(End of this chapter)