Handsome position is not easy

Chapter 145 The future belongs to young people ([-])
Both Porto and Sporting Lisbon have no substitutions. If they want to change the current situation, the coaches of both sides can only rely on these players on the field. The anxious Boloni called on Custodio to increase the pressure on Clayton. Sapin However, Tuo couldn't help his teammates to do more. The dual pressure of mental and physical has exhausted the 30-year-old veteran. If possible, he would like to lie directly on the turf to rest his legs.

Seeing Clayton dangling in Sapinto's defense zone, tens of thousands of Sporting Lisbon fans in the Alvalade Stadium became very dissatisfied, and the stands near the left winger of Porto began to boo him. And the sound of booing, and what's more, he threw down the beer glass and water glass. Clayton is also a person who has seen the world. Hearing the fans of Sporting Lisbon constantly cursing, he became even more calm .

Reasonably delaying time has always been a tactic in football games. Sporting Lisbon's rush to recover the lost ball is understandable, but Porto's inversion in midfield is completely in line with the rules, and Young is still facing the back. His teammate pressed his hands and signaled to slow down the tempo a bit. He didn't have a good impression of Sporting Lisbon. Since he could win the game, Yang didn't care what method he used.

Because there were no injuries or other conditions in the second half, the referee gave only 2 minutes of stoppage time. Seeing the sign played by the fourth official, the sweat on Boloni's head dripped down his temples. I know, Sporting Lisbon probably won't be able to make it back in the remaining time.

The next step should be an even worse way of delaying time. Boloni squeezed the center of his eyebrows and looked at the players on both sides who were still fighting back and forth on the sidewalk. Just as a thought flashed in his mind, someone fell down on the field. Boloni fixed his eyes At first glance, it was not the Porto player who was lying on the ground holding his leg and seemed to have cramps, but Sapinto.

Custodio immediately rushed up to press the veteran's feet, Sa struggled to get up, his face still had a painful expression, if it hadn't been for the fact that he barely stretched his legs to break the ball away, Porto might have made another attack on the wing up.Clayton stood on the sideline with a smirk on his face and was about to throw the ball. He twisted back and forth a few times but refused to throw it. The mood in the Alvalade stadium was completely stirred up, and all kinds of bad curses echoed endlessly. .

The referee was taken aback by the sudden noise. After all, this is the home stadium of Sporting Lisbon. He looked at Clayton, who was obviously gloating, shook his head and took out a yellow card from his pocket to warn of this intentional delay. time behavior.Clayton didn't dare to delay any longer after seeing it, and threw the ball to Yang on the right. The moment the boy stepped on the ball, the referee looked at his watch and blew the whistle for the end of the game.

Porto beat Sporting Lisbon 1-0 at the Alvalade Stadium with a header from Jankauskas. Mourinho took the initiative to shake hands with Bologni. Compared with Mourinho, he is in a much brighter mood. It is a wonderful thing for Porto to be able to score all three points at Sporting Lisbon's home court.

Young originally planned to rush back to the visiting team's locker room with his teammates, but was stopped by Cristiano Ronaldo in the player tunnel. This Sporting Lisbon player wearing the No. 28 jersey left a deep impression on him, especially that The first time he rode alone through the level and connected three people, Yang asked himself that there was no way he could get rid of it as lightly as he did.

"Your name is Jan Rodriguez?" Although Cristiano is only 17 years old, he is about the same height as Jan, who is two years older than him, but Cristiano still raises his eyes slightly, and straightens his back, as if someone It's like something called pride is propped up in the body.

"Yes, your name is Ronaldo? Good name..."

Before Young finished speaking, Cristiano interrupted him: "I am a Portuguese U17 who jumped into the age group. The coach showed me your profile. Your age was also in line at the time, but I didn't see it there. over you."

Porto's teammates saw that this little guy was not here to cause trouble, so they climbed their shoulders and left first, leaving Jan and Cristiano standing in place. The boy smiled wryly twice, shook his head and said: "When I was 17 years old You didn’t even make it to the reserve team in Porto, so why did you get called up by the national team? Age? Are you here to show off to me?”

Cristiano let out a short snort, curled his mouth and said: "I'm not that bored, I'm just curious, why haven't you been recruited by Portugal's U20 since you've already played the main force in Porto, I hope to wait for me to go in I can see you in the team when the time comes, the U17 teammates can't keep up with me."

He turned to leave, and Jan suddenly remembered something when he heard the familiar Madeira accent, grabbed Cristiano's arm and asked, "If I remember correctly, you have been in the national team? Do you know a man named Ped Are you from Neo?"

Cristiano rubbed his eyebrows and thought about it for a moment, and finally shook his head: "Sorry, I was still young at that time, so I don't remember clearly."

Yang felt as if he had been pulled in his heart, feeling empty and uncomfortable. The teenager sighed and took off his jersey and handed it to the other party. Cristiano narrowed his eyes and took half a step back, biting his lip and whispering: "I don't want to change my jersey when I lose."

Yang stood there awkwardly, holding his No. 77 jersey in his hand, choking on this sentence for a long time, but Cristiano was a little embarrassed. He looked around and saw that there was no one around. Er also took off his jersey, lowered his eyes and handed it over with one hand, still muttering softly: "For the sake of your Madeira friend..."

Yang looked at Cristiano, who was so thin that his ribs were showing, and took his jersey with a smile, and patted him on the shoulder when handing over his own jersey: "Eat more, you are too thin. "

"Eat it, even if you don't gain weight, you're pretty skinny." Cristiano felt that Yang's gaze seemed to be stabbed, so he took the Porto jersey to cover his "skinny ribs", and Yang looked down at his chest Belly, no matter how you say it, it's much better than Cristiano's.

"By the way, I have a recipe from Spain. I will bring it to you next time we meet. It is quite effective."

"It works and you're still so skinny..."

"The coach doesn't want me to gain muscle too quickly. It's not easy to do exercises when I gain weight."

"Well, it is."

At the end of the player tunnel, Cristiano stopped, looked at Yang's face and said, "We will meet again next time in the league, and it will be my turn to ask you to change your jersey. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Okay, it depends on the situation at that time, er, I want to say, I understand what you mean." Yang waved his hand at Cristiano, and turned back to the visiting team's locker room, holding the green and white striped jersey of Sporting Lisbon in the In his hand, although the style has changed, it still reminded him of many things from his childhood.

Before he could push the door of the dressing room open, a few long hairy arms stretched out, and when he dragged Yang in, the boy heard an extremely noisy sound. When he went in, he saw a group of people stripped down to their underpants. The patriarchs are doing some celebratory dance of unknown significance.

"Little Rodriguez, why did you take a Sporting Lisbon jersey? Hurry up and put it aside, we discussed what to eat when we go back, Vitor said he was a treat, and you don't need to do it this time~"

(End of this chapter)