Handsome position is not easy

Chapter 68 Lisbon Derby ([-])
The referee blew the whistle in his hand, Acosta nudged with his right foot, Joao Pinto returned to the midfielder, and the game officially started.

The captain of Sporting Lisbon, Paulo Bento, was watching the speed of Benfica's development while walking backwards. Coach Inacio said, don't give up the opportunity to win the first place just because it is the visiting team. Portuguese football only pays attention to the word "fast". To stab hard.

Even in the first second of the opening!

Although Acosta is 34 years old, the former Argentine international still maintains a good competitive state. He is not tall, 1.7 meters eight, but weighs [-] kilograms. It is this kind of strong body that helps him stand Stabilized the position of Sporting Lisbon's starting center forward.

After the kick-off, Acosta rushed into the Benfica penalty area, which is the usual style of play when Sporting teams try to steal chickens.

Compared with people of the same height, he has a weight advantage. Compared with people of similar weight, Acosta's slightly shorter stature has the advantage of agility.

This kind of physique, which is slightly unbalanced compared to the speed players, has won a lot of luck in the Portuguese league. The Argentine took advantage of the slack mentality of the defender at the beginning of the game. He has already stolen five goals in the first [-] rounds of the league. It can be said that it has been tried and tested. .

Paul looked for the opportunity to pass a long pass over the top and sent the ball directly to Benfica's backcourt. After countless rehearsals, the tacit understanding between the two has reached a very high level. The running position is almost inseparable.

The ball landed two or three meters in front of Acosta. After hitting the ground, most of his strength was lost. He just wrapped his toes and picked up his speed. As for the two young central defenders of Benfica in front, they were not there at all. In his consideration.

For two immature rookies, my uncle will teach you what it means to use your body rationally.

Acosta turned the ball to the right and rubbed it lightly, and the ball slid out along the arc of the arch of his foot, but he himself shortened his body and arched flexibly, passing by the arm of the tall and burly Fernando Mela.

The ball was not stagnant at all, and it was more powerful in a small space. When it bypassed the mountain that obstructed the line of sight, there was often a plain and wilderness behind.

Benfica's formation hasn't fully unfolded yet, and there must be a lot of people behind them. It's not a good idea to bet on whether you can pass this kid at this time. On the contrary, the goalkeeper who has just started is often not alert enough and is more likely to be beaten. I was caught off guard.

Compared with believing that his body is no longer young, experience has the upper hand in Acosta's mind. He has no confidence and is unwilling to compete with the young man's reflexes. That's not what a person who uses his brain to play football should do.

Acosta looked at Marchena's pace, his speed suddenly decreased, and he kicked a few times at a very fast frequency. He was at the top of the arc in the penalty area, his arms were already spread like a big bird, and while assisting his balance, He wants the young guard to have no idea what his next move will be.

Mera who was the first to rob was easily passed, which inevitably made Marchena feel a little horrified. The old guy on the opposite side had forcibly honed his man-ball combination skills in the Argentine League. , it doesn't look like a 34-year-old at all.

The coach reminded me, his weakness, weakness, weakness? !

"Acosta's comprehensive ability is very strong, but there is still a problem that a veteran can't avoid. He often doesn't dare to bet when it's [-]-[-]!" Listen carefully.

Then I'll take a bet with you, bet that you can't retain that fierce and pungent wildness!That'smine!

All the three-point strength Marchena had kept when he retreated exploded, and he rushed forward with a low center of gravity. Before he put his hands behind his back, he pointed to the side secretly, regardless of whether the goalkeeper Robert Enke looked at it or not. It can be seen that body language must be done, which is what Coach Jose said.

Seeing the red figure zooming in rapidly before his eyes, even the mature Acosta felt his heart beat faster and faster, and the breath held in his chest swelled bigger and bigger under the influence of adrenaline.You have to make a choice, you must not fall behind, and you must not compete with young people.

Marchena's movement was extremely firm, and in just an instant, the space on the right was tightly blocked. Acosta's right foot was extremely flexible, and Enke could not face the extremely difficult rubbing shot. He sacrificed the largest defensive area, but chose to block the right side with all his strength, and did not give the opponent room to swing his right leg.

At this time, Acosta really felt the difficulty of the Spanish defender. He was the last defender, but he dared to rush forward so bravely. Today's young people really don't know how to write the word "fear".

But it was this fearless behavior of blocking the hole of the gun that hit Acosta's lifeline. He obviously wanted to get the initiative, but now he lost the opportunity in vain.

Before Marchena stretched his legs, Acosta swung his arms and twisted his body, and stabbed the ball with the toe of his right foot awkwardly. This was already an action that lost his balance. In addition, the angle was so narrow that he dared not Make sure you can hit the door frame.

Although Enke didn't see the movements of Marchena's fingers, he already knew what he was going to do when his thighs exerted strength. The training for several months made Enke gradually trust this newcomer, and he would not do wasted work , so there is only one option for the forward who is still dribbling the ball at high speed.

Enke subtly shifted his center of gravity to his left foot. The rich muscles on his thigh are helping him to do high-frequency small jumps. When Acosta's demanding angle shot hits, Enke has already judged the direction , Sliding down the ground quickly, the right hand extended to the extreme firmly grasped the ball.

Enke looked back at the original path of the ball, and it seemed that he would slip past the goal post if he couldn't save the ball. This proves that the kid Marchena did a good job, at least he didn't let himself worry too much, but the goalkeeper will not take risks , Use your own future to bet on how well the defender performs.

So Enke's poker skills were poor. After all, no one in the team played blackjack without cheating, except for this innocent and kind German, who would lose a meal every time.

Sporting Lisbon's first tentative attack at the beginning of the game threatened the goal. The coaching staff of Benfica exclaimed in a low voice. Seeing Inacio's regretful wave not far away, Mourinho frowned slightly. Frowning, he walked to the sidelines and shouted loudly: "Maniche!"

He pointed to the two central defenders on the back line, stretching his hands and handing them back and forth alternately. This is the basic instruction in training. Maniche understood what Mourinho meant at a glance, and ran back a few Stepping forward, pulled the remorseful Meera and explained softly:

"The coach asked you to defend alternately one by one, block the opponent's center forward, and consume his energy. Go, concentrate, and cooperate well with Marchena."

Acosta climbed up from the ground a little frustrated. Such a good opportunity to steal a chicken failed to make it. The guard who has been alerted may not give himself such an easy one-on-one space again.

Enke slammed the ball into the frontcourt, Charino failed to beat Carlitos in the top fight, and after a fight between the two sides at the second point, Sporting Lisbon got the ball again.

After a few passes, Cesar, who couldn't bear the loneliness in the backcourt, took the initiative to get the ball. He rushed along the wing. He thought that Benfica's left winger Sabri would follow behind him, so he kept it. A lot of attention is behind.

Unexpectedly, a green-headed figure rushed out of the oblique thrust, and he shoveled directly at the ball. Cesar was startled into a cold sweat, and subconsciously pushed the ball forward, and he also jumped lightly. rise.

But the red Benfica players didn't seem to worry about slipping out of the field all the way. In addition, the turf was poured with some water today, and they almost snatched the ball in front of them and knocked it out of the sideline.

It was Cesar who didn't judge the height of the jump and lost his balance in the air. When he fell, he stepped on his left foot weakly, which happened to be on Maniche's chest. I had to roll on the ground several times.

The Benfica fans in the side stands saw this scene in their eyes. There was a huge clamor and booing in an instant, and the players from both sides rushed over immediately began to gather. The atmosphere of the crazy conflict in the derby seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

The referee blew his whistle at the right time. He had to control the order on the field. In the eyes of referee Coroado, Cesar did not step on it maliciously, but this action was indeed dangerous. He trotted close to fouling where it happened, trying to figure out what happened.

Cesar subconsciously wanted to step forward to pull Maniche up, but the cursing words in the stands were so unpleasant that he instantly remembered that today's game was a cruel Lisbon derby, and any gesture of friendship was unnecessary , will be criticized by fans afterwards.

Cesar's outstretched hand froze, and the Athletic team members thought he was going forward to do something more outrageous, so they quickly hugged his waist and dragged him back, away from the place where Maniche was lying.

The people from Benfica surrounded the referee and kept accusing Cesar of malicious revenge on Maniche's tackle just now. This made Coroado very distressed. The guy screamed loudly.

He waved his hands to push away the crowd around him, squatted down, and wanted to check on Maniche's injuries. The latter had stopped rolling and was twitching lightly while clutching his chest. I saw that Benfica's red jersey has been scratched with some small cuts, and it is estimated that there will be a few bloodstains underneath.

It seems to be quite ruthless.

Coroado stared at Maniche whose face was pressed against the turf, then turned his head to look at Cesar who was dragged away by his teammates, curled his lips, the action of the derby can be appropriately bigger, after all, there are so many players between the two teams. Old and new hatred are understandable, but the attitude must be better, at least communicate with me.

He took out the pen stuck in his trouser pocket, lowered his head and wrote a few words, then walked up to a group of people from Sporting Lisbon, facing their right back Cesar Plates, raised his hand to the sky, yellow card!
The chanting that the fans were expecting was suddenly lowered, and the boos of "woo hoo" sounded again, Coroado shook his head, a red card is impossible, there is no reason for it to be red at the beginning, if this This kind of foul due to tackles is also popular, but he was the one who was unlucky after the game.

You must know that in 95, it was also the Lisbon Derby. Because of the unclean scolding sound from the opponent's mouth, he directly showed a red card to Benfica's number one star, Argentina's "Son of the Wind" Caniggia.

Then the referee, who was working part-time in a bank and officiated the game, met crazy Benfica fans on the street. The man took out a pistol and waved it, claiming to kill him, and then stabbed him hard with a knife. Fortunately, only stabbed him. With his coat torn, Coroado didn't want to go through this horrible experience again.

Maniche had been supported by Calado, he rubbed his chest, took two deep breaths, walked slowly to the sideline, first patted his chest hard like a drum, and then poked his left index finger fiercely. The captain's armband on his arm, with a fierce and proud expression, is telling the fans.

I'm fine!very good!
Benfica's red wave surged crazily again, several flags embroidered with eagles were flying up and down, and the fans in the stands shouted loudly:

"Maniche, boy, fuck 'em hard!"

Before the free kick at the foul spot, Maniche shook his head slightly in the direction of the coaching staff. Mourinho clearly saw that there was a sly and cunning smile on the face of this small-eyed guy. .

"Is he pretending?" Mourinho was confused. He was still scolding the medical team for going up too slowly.

When Maniche returned to his position, his face twitched a few times due to the bumps in his running. Seeing that no one was around, Maniche quietly gritted his teeth and took two breaths:

"Fuck, it hurts..."

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