i am quaresma

Chapter 118 Next time, hold your head up

The result could not be changed, the ball was placed on the penalty spot by Seedorf, that shameless countenance made countless fans dismissive and even itchy with hatred.

For the first time Quaresma felt so powerless.

So what if he leads Porto to an epic game?

In the end, he didn't fall at the enemy's feet, but fell in front of the referee's penalty. What kind of irony is this?

Can he still lead the team to perform miracles in the final time?
He is a man, not a god!
Standing slumped outside the restricted area, pinching his waist, his eyes were full of confusion.

The inability to sue anything does not change the result.

There is not so much fairness in this world. Even if he didn't think the referee received black money, the referee's penalty still sentenced Porto to death.

Perhaps, he is still not strong enough!

If you are strong enough, no matter how many tricks your opponent plays, in the face of absolute strength, he is just a clown.

If I can lead Porto to score more goals in San Siro, what about giving Milan a penalty now?

At this moment, Quaresma was really ruthless about his inability.

Pirlo stood on the penalty spot. He was in a good position just now, and his sight was not blocked. He naturally saw what Seedorf was doing.

Although he disdains this, Pirlo still has no way to deliberately kick a penalty kick. This is related to the possibility of the team's promotion, and it is not his time to be willful.

Therefore, in the face of Baia who was waiting in full force, Pirlo chose to go all out and kicked this penalty kick.

Amidst the cheers of the fans, the ball flew into Porto's goal without any suspense, and the old goalkeeper Baia was powerless. No matter how much legal knowledge he had, there was no way to help him save the penalty.

Dejectedly, he punched the ground hard, and the resentment on Baia's face didn't need to be concealed at all.

"Made, I must go to UEFA to appeal. If UEFA does not act, then I will go to the International Court of Justice and make that bastard Seedorf pay the price!"

Baia cursed angrily, but it was just a mouthful. No matter how he appealed, it couldn't change any facts.

At least it is impossible for UEFA to change the result of the game, and it is impossible to restart the game, and there is no legal basis for going to the international court to punish Seedorf.
The San Siro Stadium was boiling. They won the game and won the Porto that made Milan embarrassed. There is nothing more exciting than this. Now they are more excited than winning the Champions League.

The faces of the Milan players are also full of excitement. No matter whether they won the game or not, they have advanced. This is football. Porto will be unlucky!
The Porto players all glared at each other with resentment in every movement.

It's not that they can't afford to lose, but they are unwilling to lose so poorly.

If you have the ability to win us with real ability, what kind of ability is it by shameless flopping?
Is this the glory of your dignified giants?

It's so embarrassing!
But the Porto players had no way to change any result, so they could only hold back their anger and kick off again.

The stoppage time had already ended, and Quaresma stopped dribbling the ball forward, and directly kicked the ball hard in the midfield. This time, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength, and the whole person fell to the ground , The weak ball was also held in Dida's arms.

Beep—beep—beep——————

Two shorts and one long, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game. This epic reversal that could have been recorded in history ended like this. Unfortunately, the reversal was gone.

The San Siro stadium has completely fallen into a violent atmosphere. They don't care if the team wins is glorious or not. Anyway, winning is worth celebrating. As for those dirty things, they will selectively turn a blind eye. The shameless Seedorf in the eyes of others is in their eyes hero.

The Porto players were lying on the ground weakly one by one, not only tired physically, but also mentally.

Lost the game like this?
Unexplainable loss?

So what are their previous efforts?
What is their previous desperate effort?
See hope, chase hope, but kill your own hope when you touch it.

Is fate so cruel?

No, it is the human heart that is cruel!

Quaresma didn't know what he should scold, did he want to scold the world?

When the home defeat was on the verge of extinction in the first round, he did not back down and led Porto to continue to rush towards the opponent without hesitation, but now, he wants to sprint again, but he has no chance!

Laughed, very bitterly, but Quaresma felt that his heart seemed to be pierced, then stitched up, and then closed, licking the wound when no one was around, and weeping silently.

Captain Costa pulled up his desperate teammates one by one and tried to comfort them, but no one knew how much pain he was feeling now.

"We don't need to look like this, we can leave this stadium with our heads held high, let them celebrate that disgraceful victory, see you next season!"

Costa pulled Quaresma up and said firmly in Quaresma's ear.

Is this consolation?

Calculate!
At least the grief and indignation in Quaresma's heart have become more of a fighting spirit, a strong fighting spirit, and he can't wait to have a contest with Milan immediately, and then completely defeat them.

However, we really have to wait until next season.

Standing up, trying to make myself stand taller, looking around San Siro, as if to remember everything here.

"Come back next time, I hope nothing has changed here, and I hope you are still here, let's see how I win back!"

Quaresma secretly became ruthless in his heart, as if he had made some kind of oath.

At this time, Kaka came over, still with a hearty smile on his face, took off his jersey and handed it to Quaresma.

"Your performance is really great and deeply shocked me. I look forward to playing against you again!"

Kaka is destined not to be the protagonist in this game. The performance of Quaresma and Porto has indeed shocked Kaka deeply. It turns out that Milan has been playing tepidly with its strong dominance. Today, Porto, which has exploded with super energy But it taught him a deep lesson. It turns out that the fusion of football and passion has such a unique charm.

Quaresma took the jersey, took off his own jersey, put it on Kaka's shoulder, forced a smile, turned and left.

Winners can talk at length, but losers have no mood to sit here and discuss with you.

I accept your compliment, and I really want to fight you again!

This is what Quaresma did not say to Kaka.

Carrying Kaka's jersey, Quaresma walked into the player tunnel without hesitation. He swore that this was the last time he walked out of the stadium with his head down, and next time, he must hold his head up!
(End of this chapter)