Midfielder

Tens of thousands of people cheered for a 16-year-old kid in unison. This was probably the first time in the history of Porto, and Real Madrid was unfortunately the witness. Their tragic back four completely became background men, including poor Casillas.

No matter how great they are, at least at that moment just now, the glory on the field belongs to the black-haired kid, and this cannot be changed.

Lin Yi, with his hands raised high, has now become the focus of the field. All the cameras on the scene can follow the footsteps of this kid. He opened his hands again and again to lead the shouts of the whole audience, and the voices of tens of thousands of people gathered crazily into a roar of cheers for Porto.

Even McCarthy, who scored the goal, did not receive such treatment, but the South African had no intention of competing with Lin Yi for the cheers. If it weren't for Lin Yi's ghostly breakthrough and pass, the final shooting opportunity would not have appeared at all, let alone scoring a goal.

The black-haired kid was stirring everyone's nerves in the Dragon Stadium. His swinging hands stimulated every fan's eyes. This kid was like a conductor, guiding the shouts in the entire Dragon Stadium in his own way.

This might be the first time that Lin Yi felt intoxicated by the applause. He waved to the stands around him, and he was responded to by even louder shouts.

Lin Yi's mind was very clear now. He knew what he was doing. This was not as sudden as when the first goal came. The scene just now was directed by himself. Just like the free-spirited way when passing, he was also enjoying this feeling of freedom now.

Using a juggling way to get rid of Pavon and a coherent move to shake off Salgado, all the scenes flashed over and over in Lin Yi's mind at this moment, accompanied by the crazy shouts of the fans in the stadium. Lin Yi now just wanted to raise his hands high and accept the worship-like applause and cheers.

Now Lin Yi has only one voice in his mind, "Kill Real Madrid! Use actions to tell those Spaniards who is the master here!"

Lin Yi clenched his fists and shook them fiercely at the camera, just like his fatal blow, fierce and powerful. Mendes, who was sitting in the stands and watching all this, dared to bet that after this night, the name of this little guy will be widely spread in European football.

Not because of anything else, just because of this night, everything this little guy did in the Dragon Stadium, even if he received a phone call from Florentino tomorrow morning, Mendes no longer felt strange, because that kid has such magic.

Mendes also followed the crowd and cheered loudly. Now he didn't consider any gentlemanly issues, just like the Portuguese beauty next to him hugged him and kissed him directly, now he also wanted to enjoy this crazy atmosphere of the stadium.

Tens of millions of euros worth? The luxury of hundreds of millions of dollars? NO, there is only a black-haired boy in the Dragon Stadium who directed the madness himself!

Just like Lin Yi waving his hands, those crazy Porto people were shouting, they were using their voices to warn the Spaniards that this is not a place where you can do whatever you want! The toughness here is not your Spanish league, we will not respect you! Get out!

Compared with the crazy cheers and shouts of Porto City, there must be a city in the Iberian Peninsula that has fallen into a dead silence.

I am afraid that no Real Madrid fans will believe what is happening in front of them. They must think that this is just a nightmare, but this nightmare is a little too real. How could their Real Madrid team fall behind such a small team? This is definitely an illusion!

Complain? Roar? What can these change? When Lin Yi raised his hands high to accept the worship of the entire Dragon Stadium, the Spanish superstars worth tens of millions could only helplessly look down at the football in the net. They, like the more than 3,000 fans, fell into silence.

Pavon, who looked wooden, Salgado, who had crawled out of the billboards, and Casillas, who was looking down at the grass, all had more helplessness in their eyes. Even they themselves could not figure out what happened to this damn game and why it was like this.

It was that short black-haired little guy who used his sharp knife to drill through the Real Madrid team's Galaxy Battleship, just like the English used a bunch of broken sailboats to overturn the Spanish Invincible Armada, full of incredible flavor.

However, the score on the big screen was not wrong. Now those noble Real Madrid players had become the lagging party. From 1:0 to 1:2, the changes on the football field were so impermanent, but this time the lesson was a bit too painful for these superstars.

Shoot, shoot! When this word spread in the Real Madrid team, I am afraid no one would have thought that they would also be penetrated by the opponent's shot.

Porto City will not give up the right to cheer because of the silence of the opponent. Now they just want to cheer and shout for Porto team. 2:1, look at this great score, we are ahead! Everyone's adrenaline was being secreted like crazy, and they just wanted to roar!

This was the only way for these crazy fans to vent their passion. The Dragon Stadium was completely drowned out by this sound wave at this moment. Even the on-site commentator's shouting at the top of his lungs could not cover this voice from the bottom of his heart.

Even the most die-hard fans of Porto did not expect their team to beat Real Madrid before the game started. Most of them even said that they were here to watch the superstars perform, and Porto would win if they lost less.

But in such a game, a little guy stubbornly changed everything with his feet. Lin Yi brought this dreamlike reality to everyone with a shot and a pass. He told everyone with his actions that Porto could create miracles.

The flashing goal screen and the huge score on the big screen have reminded every Porto person that the black-haired boy may be leading them to create a miracle, a miracle that can make people burn.

Is there anything else to do now besides cheering? NO, now Porto people just want to continue the cheering until the end of the game. They want to cheer wildly for these tough guys. This is the only reward they can give to Porto players now.

Crazy singing and shouting began to float over the Dragon Stadium. This depressing atmosphere made Real Madrid feel like they couldn't breathe.

It wasn't just the fans who were excited. Almost no one on the bench of the Porto team was sitting. They all stood on the sidelines and waved their hands wildly at their teammates. They wished they could stand on the grass and celebrate with these guys.

Even Mourinho, who had been standing on the sidelines and staring at the attack, had completely forgotten his calmness. At the moment when McCarthy knocked on the opponent's goal, he threw his suit jacket on the ground with force, clenched his fists and roared in a low voice.

Even Brito rarely saw Mourinho so excited, but he could understand it all. After all, they were playing against a super giant like Real Madrid, and the Porto team was using their tough performance to fight back all the doubts about them.

Before the game started, no one was optimistic about them. Even the Portuguese media didn't think that the Porto team could create any miracles, but they did it now, and did the most impossible thing. This big mouth slapped those people directly in the face, unusually crisp and loud.

Although the game is not over yet, at this moment, the Porto people are undoubtedly glorious. They conquered those arrogant opponents with their own feet and won respect. They defeated not the gate guarded by Casillas, but responded to those who despised Porto with actions.

No matter what the result of this game is, at least at this moment they have done it to scare their opponents, and it is the kind of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

You didn't expect it, but we can do it, so don't care what kind of fucking giants we are facing, we can all create our own football!

When the Porto people cheered wildly, Queiroz was the most confused person in the whole stadium. He looked at the score and the players on the field blankly. He didn't know what happened. Is this still the so-called most luxurious Galaxy battleship? Why does the score look so dazzling?

If Queiroz had a pistol next to him now, he would definitely point the pistol at his temple without hesitation and pull the trigger, because all this happened too suddenly and too crazy. As the head coach, he already felt a little overwhelmed.

Siege, continuous siege, Real Madrid used crazy and abnormal attacks to wreak havoc on the field, but the opponent's two precise counterattacks completely stunned them. This simplest and most effective way once again defeated the splendor of Real Madrid.

This was the case against Valencia, the first fifteen minutes against Marseille, and now the match against Porto. Queiroz now doesn't know whether Real Madrid has lost itself in its most elegant bullfighting dance.

There was no angry shouting. Queiroz didn't know if this was his last ten minutes as Real Madrid coach, but he only knew one thing, at least he wanted Real Madrid to win dignity, he wanted to prove that his team was not that bad.

Either attack to the end or wait to die. When Real Madrid reached the edge of the cliff, Queiroz finally chose to be brave.

"Substitution!" Queiroz looked at the little time left. The only thing he could do was to pile more offensive players in the opponent's penalty area.

Now Real Madrid has no choice but to attack. Defense? With those guys who are like tofu dregs, how can they defend?

Elguera, the culprit, was replaced by Queiroz without any surprise, and he was replaced by Raul who had just recovered from injury.

With two strikers, Zidane pressed to the opponent's penalty area, while Figo and Solari could switch positions in the frontcourt at will. As long as he could get rid of the opponent's entanglement, Queiroz no longer cared about the formation. As long as he could score, it didn't matter if the game was messy.

Anyway, even if Queiroz wanted Real Madrid to play more elegantly, the beasts on the opposite side would not agree. In this case, it would be better to let the game continue in chaos. Maybe, just maybe, this chaos might leave Real Madrid a glimmer of hope.

Beckham has been pushed behind Zidane by Queiroz. Now Real Madrid is desperate and crazy. They know that if they lose this game, it will definitely be a disaster that they can't bear.

Apart from the overwhelming criticism at home, the more than 200 reporters who came with the team were enough for them, so they had to fight.

The Real Madrid team that tore off its gorgeous coat was terrible, especially when these superstars began to make fierce tackles on the grass. The overwhelming momentum made people feel nervous, and even Mourinho began to get a little nervous.

The Porto fans who were cheering just now also began to worry about their team. Although Mourinho could still loudly remind the players to pay attention to defense on the sidelines, this oppressive attack did cause Porto a lot of trouble.

The defensive level that was once built up by toughness began to be ruthlessly suppressed by the crazy pressure of Real Madrid. It was not until the Porto team barely stabilized near the penalty area, but those guys' shots began to threaten the gate guarded by Baia.

Figo and Zidane's two long shots have tested Baia's saving skills in succession, and Raul's appearance has also caused a gap in the defense between Carvalho and Emmanuel. Originally, one alien was enough for them, and now there is another Lord of the Rings. Damn it!

The time of the game passed quickly with the shots of Real Madrid. Although Porto's defense seemed shaky at one time, these guys still gritted their teeth and persisted. For them, no one in this game is still thinking about losing.

Who is willing to give up the victory after fighting to this point? Anyway, the players of Porto have no such idea. They just want to use their feet to stop the invasion of those Real Madrid players, just like a group of soldiers defending the city gate.

The attacking trio who had been rooted in the Real Madrid half also withdrew at this time, and Dallei, who was exhausted, was replaced by Ricardo Fernandez by Mourinho. The only one who can still pose a threat to the opponent is McCarthy.

This South African diamond is the only attacker. He can still threaten Pavon and the others, but now Lin Yi is beginning to feel his calves weaken.

This little guy Lin Yi played such an intense game for the first time. It was also the first time for him to frequently throw himself into a crowd of people in physical confrontation. The more than 80 minutes of the game almost drained all his physical strength. Now he even seemed to be a beat slower than usual when he moved his steps.

Especially after the opponent strengthened the physical confrontation and fierce steals, he was knocked down on the court by Pavon and Salgado one after another. Once it was a very dangerous stepping action, but the delay in avoiding the body still made Lin Yi fall twice in succession.

Now Real Madrid will not talk about gentlemanly manners with this little guy. They just want Lin Yi to disappear completely from the court. The Spaniards who have been stabbed by him twice want to make the whole heart trouble lose the threat to themselves as soon as possible, even if it costs a red card.

This forced Lin Yi to retreat to the midfield passively, otherwise, he would not even have the chance to get the ball, but his physical disadvantage made him unable to play any role as a barrier, and he could only use a persistent way to trip his opponent. Mourinho was ready to replace this little guy with Jankauskas.

But at the moment when Mourinho was waiting for a dead ball to make a substitution, Lin Yi, who had just controlled the football in the midfield, was directly intercepted by a guy with a fierce tackle from the side, and the referee did not express any opinion on the collision.

Lin Yi, who was knocked to the ground, could only see a guy with a No. 23 jersey passing by him, and the last picture he could see was that the guy used his foot arch to make a low arc, and the football was like a sharp arrow from a string, rushing straight behind the Porto team's defense line.

Perhaps the continuous attacks by Zidane and Figo forced the defenders of Porto to move their defensive formation forward, leaving enough space for forward penetration in the penalty area, or they were not used to the reality that Lin Yi was intercepted by others. Anyway, Beckham's pass hit Emmanuel's back directly.

Emmanuel, who had been busy all the time, failed to make a reasonable judgment on this pass. When the pass came, he rashly chose to jump on the spot to head the ball, but when he jumped, he realized that he had made a very stupid mistake.

Heading! The football with a rotation and falling was obviously higher than Emmanuel's jumping height. The guy couldn't even touch the football. When Mourinho saw this scene, he subconsciously clenched his fist. If possible, he really hoped that he didn't see this scene.

And the next picture may be what all Porto people don't want to see, because no one likes to see a guy wearing the No. 5 jersey of Real Madrid appear in their own penalty area, and he has almost formed a one-on-one situation with Baia.

No one saw when Zidane rushed into the penalty area, but everyone realized what the Frenchman could do, especially when they saw the ball stop steadily at his feet in the air, the shouting in the Dragon Stadium stopped abruptly.

Carvalho, the only one who still realized that he needed to return to defense, became the victim of the Frenchman's feet. His tackle was directly brushed away by the guy with the most gorgeous Marseille turn. At this moment, Baia could only make a desperate resistance, but the football that slipped away by his fingertips made him despair.

In the 89th minute, a Frenchman finally saved Real Madrid with his own gorgeousness, while Lin Yi lay on the grass with his eyes closed in pain.

This night is now a night of passion and coldness for Lin Yi. . .

(First update, let's see if I can update the second one in the evening, I'll try my best, okay... If anyone is unhappy with this chapter, um, please chat with me in QQ, no swearing, I accept all suggestions, but not opinions that are like scolding, okay, by the way, celebrate the arrest of the Dragon King, these grandsons, finally went to jail! It's refreshing!)