i am quaresma

Chapter 105 Sorry, I Can't Watch

"God! Pepe actually made a chokehold on the opponent!"

"Does he think he is practicing martial arts?"

"This action is too irrational, too amateurish, and may even cause him to be sent off with a red card!"

"Sure enough, the referee drew the card, it's a red card!"

"Only 8 minutes into the game, Porto midfielder Pepe received a red card!"

"The game situation is extremely unfavorable to Porto, and the fans are about to cry!"

The commentators did not expect that the climax would be staged not long after the game started, and each one became more and more excited.

Quaresma looked at Pepe who was still arguing with the referee, not knowing what to say.

In Porto's original starting lineup today, the midfielder was very thin. The three major midfielders were all injured, and Pepe was brought up to play the single midfielder. This formation has many hidden dangers.

The defense in the middle is definitely not so tight anymore. The current strategy is to fight against the opponent. It doesn't matter if you lose a few behind, as long as you make sure to score more than the opponent.

But no one could have imagined that within a few minutes of the opening, Pepe's mind went into a twitch.

Once when he was competing for a header with his opponent, he jumped up and found that the opponent made a small move. Pepe's head became hot, and he made a throat lock behind his back. God knows what he was thinking at that time.

If it weren't for the fact that it wasn't easy to use force in the air and fell quickly, Pepe would have strangled him to death.

Needless to say, unless the referee didn't see it, such an action would definitely not escape the penalty of a red card.

Sure enough, the referee ignored the Porto player's defense at all, and directly showed Pepe a red card and sent him off the field.

It was raining all night when the room leaked. Seeing Pepe walking down dejectedly, Adriance on the sidelines was furious.

How do you play this game?
There was no midfielder in the first place, so Pepe was promoted because he hoped that he could take on the work of mopping up the midfielder, but who would have thought that Pepe didn't play football, but practiced kung fu instead. How standard is the standard!
Now not only is there no midfielder, but one has to be beaten, so it's no wonder Porto doesn't lose.

If he didn't know Pepe, Quaresma would have thought he was collecting black money.

What should we do now?
Still fighting against the opponent?
It's hard to get off a tiger!

Damn it, I knew I wouldn't fool Peipei into practicing martial arts!

Just when Quaresma, like his teammates, complained about Pepe's recklessness, Adriance had already started shouting from the sidelines, giving the latest tactical instructions.

"Don't worry too much about it. It's hard to defend anyway. We still fight to attack. The striker doesn't have to return to the defense, and Quaresma doesn't have to fight. Save energy and use it when counterattacking!"

"Don't care about losing the ball or not, even if we lose, we have to let the opponent lose his temper!"

Adriansea is also a violent temper, and at this time he is not conservative at all, and he is completely willing to fight.

Quaresma nodded when he heard the words, with a smile on his face, twisted his neck, turned and returned to the field, and at the same time passed the coach's instructions to his teammates.

attack!

Continue to fight and attack!
Adriance's arrogance infected the players. Indeed, there is really no need to look forward and backward at this time.

Defense is dead, but offense still has a chance!
Fight him upside down.

It seems that everyone's eyes are burning with raging flames, gathering together, the flames are soaring into the sky.

Just like a group of hungry wolves, at the critical moment of life and death, they burst out their last energy and charged towards the lion king, either dead or alive.

Quaresma was also rarely serious, putting away his cynicism.

As his good friend, Pepe's brain is twitching, so Quaresma will help him make up for his mistakes. This is what a good brother should do.

Guimarães is really strong, but in front of Porto, he is not qualified to be called a lion, even if Porto is playing one less player now.

Without listening to Adrianse's words, Quaresma couldn't be alone in front of his teammates and watched his teammates desperately. Without them participating in the defense, Porto's situation was precarious.

Accompanied by the passionate background music in his chest, Quares' horse moved, like a bolt of lightning, rushing towards the opponent's midfielder who was holding the ball. The terrifying speed even made people let out an exclamation, wanting to Shouting along with his charge.

It seemed like a charge from hell.

However, with Quaresma's current defensive ability, such an exciting charge is more like a bluff. Everyone knows that in addition to scaring people, Quaresma will only defend with his eyes.

Therefore, opponents can easily pass Quaresma, or pass the ball out, allowing Quaresma to return without success.

Perhaps when Quaresma is usually teased by his opponents when he rushes to grab the ball like this in the game, the fans just smile knowingly, taking it as Quaresma's funny daily life. Anyway, the game is won, whether to grab it or not It doesn't matter if you come down.

But now, Quaresma's back in the lonely sprint makes people feel a sense of tragedy, like a belated hero, but still pursuing his own heart.

Pepe supported the side wall of the player tunnel, his eyes were already red. Until this moment, he didn't know what he might bring to the team.

Compared to Quaresma who was still running tirelessly, Pepe felt like a bastard, a complete bastard.

Brother, help me win the game!
Please!

Quaresma couldn't hear Pepe's cry from the depths of his soul, but he still didn't have the slightest fear or discouragement. Even though his sprint was meaningless to everyone, he still persisted Your own ideas, contribute everything you can.

Sorry, I can't watch!
Quaresma's tragedy infected everyone, including his two forward teammates.

Both Postiga and Fabiano are typical forwards. If there is no special tactical arrangement, they will not waste their physical energy in the frontcourt pressing.

But now, they seemed to have been ignited with all their fighting spirit, and joined the ranks of pressing with firm eyes, fighting side by side with Quaresma.

The will of all people seemed to gather together, forming a warrior with a sharp sword in the sky above the court, charging violently, and then slashing towards the opponent, life or death.

It's like a meat grinder running at full power, capable of crushing everything that appears in front of you.

The strongest Porto is here!

(End of this chapter)