Football No. 10: God's Perspective

Chapter 34 The Broker Comes to the Door

The distance from the goal is about 35 meters, and the possibility of direct attack is unlikely.

"Hey, Po," Riaser said, putting his hand over his mouth, "let's play a play, I'll cover you, you hit the ball to the back."

Looking in the direction Riise said, several tall defenders of the Benfica team were ambushed at the rear point.

"Huh? Isn't it more threatening to hit Gomez's head?" Wang Po asked back.

"You're right, but he's being taken care of now, so he needs to make a detour." Riser continued.

Gomez, who was in the middle of the road, was closely marked by two central defenders with a height of 9 meters and one behind. Not to mention taking off, even moving was very difficult. In this case, getting up and competing for a header was even more impossible.

"OK, do as you say."

"Later, I will fake a run-up to attract the attention of their defenders, and you make the free throw." Riise said the tactics he had already prepared.

Wang Po nodded.

"beep"

The referee blows his whistle, indicating that a free kick can be taken.

Here, Riise seemed to measure the distance and took four steps back. Just as everyone's attention was drawn to him, the No. 80 player standing next to the ball suddenly swung his legs on the spot. The ball bypassed the front wall and drew a huge arc in the air towards the back point.

The defenders of the Guimarez team were all looking at Gomez. When they noticed where the ball was falling, the central defender of the Benfica team who was ambushing at the back point had already locked their positions and took the lead to push the ball to Gomez in the middle.

The distraction of the two central defenders of the Guimarez team was caught by Gomez. As a killer active on the front line, he was born to catch fighters. A lion shook his head and pierced through the Guimarez team's gate again, rewriting the score to 2 to 1.

With only 1 minute left in regular time, the Benfica team completed the reversal.

Half heaven, half hell.

The Benfica team fell into carnival celebrations and wanton shouts, which matched the cheering songs of the fans in the audience.plunged into a sea of ​​joy.

The players of the Guimares team sat on the grass one by one, with regret written all over their faces. Once they were so close to victory, they went to failure in a short period of time.

This is football, this is knockout.

Someone is destined to be a winner, and someone is destined to be a loser.

In 5 minutes of stoppage time, the Benfica team defended with all members, facing all kinds of crazy high-altitude balls from Guimarez, and finally maintained the score until the final whistle sounded.

Benfica finally entered the final of the Portuguese Cup.

After this game, what was most talked about was Mano's trick of pushing Wang Po to the front line to rejuvenate.

"Mr. Mano, did you have a plan before the game to push the midfielder Wang Po to the center position?"

At the press conference after the game, the reporter couldn't wait to raise such a question.

"No, it's not." Mano shook his head and said, "Actually, it's just my helplessness."

At this point, many reporters present looked at Mano on the stage with strange eyes.

This is a knockout match that determines the outcome, dare to play like this?

Mano laughed dumbly. "You have also seen that after our two flanks were suppressed by the opponent, Gomez, who was not supported, struggled very much. Facing the opponent's two central defenders did not take advantage. Continuing to maintain the original tactics will only increase Gomez's unnecessary consumption."

"As for Wang Po, I also said before that he can play any position in the frontcourt. I think Guimarez's defense has already experienced the horror of this little guy today."

With a smile on his face, Mano looked at Wang Po, who was attending the press conference together, and shifted everyone's focus.

Under the spotlight, Wang Po is undoubtedly the most shining person.

The continuous highlights of the Champions League, the league, and the cup made people realize that this player who once overshadowed Silva in the youth league was not just because of temporary luck, but had absolute strength.

Among the best of the Portuguese Super League selected that month, Wang Po beat his old opponent Silva and was elected by a high number of votes.

The selection of the best of the league month is divided into fans and football practitioners, who are scored according to a certain ratio. No matter which aspect, Wang Po will surpass Celva by a large margin. This time, he deserves his name.

Not only that, Wang Po was also selected as the best team of the month.

Here comes the official headache.

With outstanding abilities and diverse positions, where should Wang Po be placed?
Sidewalk?Center?Or a central midfielder?
In the end, Wang Po was officially defined as a midfielder, and he and Silva formed the double central midfielder of the best team of the month.

And Wang Poyue's opponent who was squeezed out by the best team was the team's big brother Riise.

……

"Jingle Bell"

There was an unfamiliar phone number on the phone, Wang Po was a little strange, and connected the phone.

"Wang Po? My name is Zhan Jack, and I'm an agent. I wonder if you are interested in switching to our agency?"

As soon as he came up, the other end of the phone reported himself.

People outside the circle were confused and incomprehensible about Jan Jack.

But in the football circle, especially in Portugal, this man is a well-known gold medal agent.

The value hype for players, business operations, and transfer operations can be said to be world-class.

The players under his banner are all international footballers and first-class stars.

Being good at seeking benefits for players is Jan Jack's golden signature, so he has won the favor of many players.

But for major clubs, Jan Jack is a very annoying guy. In their eyes, this guy is not an agent, but an outright greedy businessman. Players are commodities in his hands, and everything depends on money.

Complaints about salary increases over and over again, disrupting the locker room, and frequent transfers are the norm for players under Jan Jack.

In the consensus of the club, the name has long been infamous.

Call Wang Po, obviously, this recent favorite of the Portuguese Super League has attracted his attention.

"As long as you sign the contract, I guarantee that within three years, you will be able to log into the five major leagues, enter the wealthy clubs, and have a large salary. How do you think about it?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhan Jack was eloquently sketching out a large piece of grand blueprint for Wang Po.

In his opinion, how can a young player with insufficient determination withstand such a big temptation. He is full of confidence in signing this time.

"I'm sorry, I have an agent. Besides, I wonder if it's against the rules for you to contact players in private?" Wang Po rejected the other party straight away.

Zhan Jack on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, he didn't expect Wang Po to refuse so simply and without any mental preparation. "Uh, you can choose to replace your current agent. I can get you unexpected benefits. You have this potential. We cooperate. It's a strong alliance, five major leagues, super giants, don't you want it? I don't think any player will refuse."

Jen-Jack said unwillingly.

(End of this chapter)