Legendary Road

Due to De Laer's fake action, Monaco's penalty area was in chaos. Fortunately, their goalkeeper Roma predicted accurately and did not receive De Laer's misleading, so he calmly hit the ball with both fists.

The players of the two teams immediately went head-on to compete for the first spot of the ball, but no one defended Deco who had just taken a free kick, which instead allowed Deco to pick up the opportunity.

"Deco shot low from 16 meters in front of goal—"

Porto fans stood up and watched the ball roll towards the lower right corner of the goal, hoping that Deco's shot would open the door to victory for them.

"Hey, one in, one in!"

However, Deco's shot failed to penetrate Monaco's gate. Their central defender Rodriguez quickly guessed the route of Deco's shot and blocked it before the ball flew over.

"Monaco's central defender Rodriguez made a clean clearance." Beckenbauer watched the playback on the TV in the studio. "So far, Monaco's defense has performed better than expected. But Porto is in the championship. The performance in the cup has been stable, and they have been unbeaten for 10 consecutive games before. They should continue to maintain this kind of defense, and even increase the intensity of defensive pressing-you must know that Deco is the kind of player who can suddenly give you a fatal blow. You have to be vigilant against him at all times."

Yan Jing was watching the tactics of the two teams in the stands. Both Mourinho and Deschamps chose to strengthen the control of the midfield and prevent the opponent from penetrating in. The scene seemed dull.

And Yan Jing was happy to take the opportunity to say something to Gotze. He asked: "Mario, if you were Mourinho or Deschamps, what would you ask your players to do now?"

"Ah?" Gotze shifted his gaze to Yan Jing, and he hesitated after thinking for a while and said, "Strengthen the pressure on the opponent's midfielder? Or try long-range shots?"

Yan Jing was about to answer, but Nick interrupted first.

"Both sides are now heavily stationed in the midfield. Even if you grab the ball with [-] points of effort, the opponent can immediately start a counterattack. There is no way to get the ball easily. And the method of long-range shooting will not work. The midfielder is so With many people, it is difficult for you to find a gap, and the possibility of breaking through is quite small."

Nick seemed calm at this moment, he analyzed.

"I think it's better to play a high ball. The defense of both sides seems to be tight, but there are often gaps behind them because they are pressing forward. There is no doubt about the individual combat ability of Monaco's Morientes. As long as the ball arrives near the penalty area He's a threat at his feet, and Porto's Delle and Alberto combined can give Monaco's defenders a headache."

After listening to Nick's clear analysis, Yan Jing was a little surprised—this kid is pretty good, he basically hit the point.

"Basically that's the case." Yan Jing added, "But their defense will naturally know this, so I think the two teams will adopt corresponding offside tactics."

Sure enough, the coaches of both sides made up their minds to try to hit the ball behind them, but the defensive players of both sides had a good understanding. In the first 15 minutes, Morientes and Alberto each had 2 offsides.

In the 20th minute, Roten used his speed to break into Porto's penalty area and made a pass from the left side, but Morientes in the penalty area was half a beat slower and missed the point, and the ball slipped out of the baseline.

Deschamps was still holding his head and sighing at the opportunity that Morientes missed, but there was an unexpected situation on the court.

"A Monaco player fell on the lawn! Oh, it's Monaco's field captain No. 8 Giuly, he looks very painful, the referee has agreed that Monaco's team doctor has entered the field!"

Deschamps' eyelids twitched violently. He watched the team doctor nervously and hoped that Giuly would be fine. After all, Giuly was a very important part of his tactical plan. If he got injured, it would be really bad for Monaco.

But out of prudent considerations, he decided to let Purshaw warm up first.

Although the game had only started for about 20 minutes, Giuly's jersey had already been soaked in sweat. With the help of the team doctor, he barely sat up and asked uneasily.

"……How about it?"

The movement of the team doctor shaking his head made Jiuli's nerves suddenly tense.

"Sorry, your thigh muscle is strained, I'm afraid you can't continue kicking."

Giuly's mind was blank, and the team doctor's words almost made him collapse. As a professional player, he understands what a thigh muscle strain means.

He still remembers that he was interviewed by China's "Sports Weekly" yesterday, and even fantasized about the scene when he raised the cup-how should I lift the trophy so high?

He has worked hard for a whole season, isn't it just to go to the Schalke Stadium to win the crown representing the strongest honor in Europe?

But now it's all over.

Not to mention a toast, he couldn't even continue to run in the Champions League final.

The players of Monaco also stepped forward to care about their captain, but Giuly couldn't hear anything. He stared at the dazzling St. Blair Cup on the sidelines, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Monaco's team doctor gestured towards Deschamps to make a substitution. Deschamps and his assistant coach couldn't help cursing "Damn" when they saw it, but everything had already happened, and Deschamps had to replace Pourshaw.

The team doctor originally wanted to help Jiuli, but Jiuli shook off the team doctor's hand, gritted his teeth and limped to the center back Rodriguez, and solemnly took off the captain's armband on his shoulder. Put it on for the other person.

"Rod, for me and for the Monaco fans, bring back the St. Bradley Cup."

"Captain, trust me, Monaco will win."

In the 203rd minute of the game, Pursau came on as a substitute for the injured Giuly, and there was thunderous applause on the court. Not only the fans of Monaco, but also the fans of Porto respectfully applauded Giuly.

The rebroadcast footage captured the dignified members of the Monaco royal family on the VIP seat, while the Portuguese prime minister looked much more relaxed, even talking and laughing with the legendary Portuguese star Eusebio.

"Their offensive engine stopped shortly after the start, and Monaco got off to a bad start." Beckenbauer said, "Deschamp probably didn't expect such a situation to happen, but now he should quickly deal with the current situation on the field and his own strength. The personnel should be adjusted accordingly. The technical characteristics of Pursau and Giuly are slightly different, and the organizational ability is not as good as Giuly, Monaco is a little bit bad."

But from the current point of view, the players of Monaco do not seem to be frustrated by this, and the captain's injury has strengthened their belief in winning.

Monaco's Cisse quickly started to rush towards Porto's half after getting the ball. The full-back Valente, who was in charge of defending him, found that his speed was a bit slow, so he had no choice but to tackle Cisse from the rear.

The sharp whistle sounded in the stadium, and the Danish referee Nelson rushed to the scene of the incident immediately, showing Valente the first yellow card of the game.

Valente had no objection to this, he immediately returned to his position after receiving the yellow card - effectively preventing the opponent from a one-handed goal, and the yellow card was worth it.

But the Porto fans are not happy. In their opinion, this is a beautiful tackle. Valente must have touched the ball first.

The boos of the Porto fans covered half of the stadium, but how could the Monaco fans tolerate the opponent's fierce tackle on their "darling"?

The fans who followed the team to the scene were all diehard fans, and the fans who were a little more extreme didn't care about scolding.

"Red card! This action should be sent off directly with a red card!"

"Dirty Portuguese, go to hell!"

"Be careful after the fucking game, or I'll kill you!"

Fortunately, the Portuguese fans and the French fans are relatively calm. At most, they are only cursing. If the English fans and Turkish fans are famous for their fanaticism... Oh, it is hard to imagine what will be thrown on the pitch now.

"Yan, I think Porto is about to score a goal." Nick said suddenly, "Mourinho seems to be adjusting the positions of the players on the field."

"I think so too, boss." Gotze said confidently, "It was either Delle or Deco who scored the goal!"

"Hey, that's not necessarily true." Nick leaned over with a serious face, "I have collected relevant information on all Porto players this season. Although Deco and Dellei scored a lot, most of those goals were scored by the Porto front. It happened under pressure. But today Mourinho obviously values ​​defense, and Deco and Dellei have to withdraw from time to time to help defend. I think other people have a better chance of scoring."

"I also agree with Nick's words." Yan Jing nodded, "Deco and Delly's scoring ability is naturally clear, but what was unexpected is that the super shooter McCarthy did not appear. In the first three 10 minutes, Delly and Deco They were all heavily guarded. On the contrary, the teenager Alberto had several chances, although they were all offsides, but this also shows that the Monaco players obviously did not pay enough attention to Alberto."

"But as the champion coach who only won the Triple Crown last year, I think Mourinho will never fight a battle that has no chance of winning. Since he dares to send a young player with basically zero game experience as a surprise soldier, then he must have his own. Intend."

Yan Jing's words came true in the 39th minute.

Valente was ejected in a cross from the left, and Mendes took the ball from the right and knocked it back to Ferreira under the pressure of Rodriguez.

Ferreira saw that Alberto was raising his hand for the ball in the penalty area, and he passed the ball diagonally into the penalty area.

Alberto leaned back against the defender's right foot to unload the ball but stopped slightly. Monaco's defender Givee barely made a clearance but did not kick far.

There was chaos in Monaco's penalty area, and the ball slowly flew towards the penalty spot.

"There were no Monaco defenders around the ball! It was a great opportunity!"

Porto fans seem to have a premonition that something wonderful will happen next, and they all stare at the penalty area.

God!Alberto!shoot!shoot!

Although he was only 19 years old, Alberto was extremely calm on the field. He reacted quickly and came to the ball before others.

Alberto lifted his foot and volleyed with his right foot at the penalty spot!

Monaco's goalkeeper Roma's line of sight was blocked by his own defender, and he failed to react immediately. It was too late when he pounced to the right.

The ball flew into the right side of the gate and Porto led 1-0!

The fans of Porto jumped up excitedly. Some of them clenched their fists and roared towards the camera, some embraced and kissed the people around them, and thunderous cheers erupted at the scene.

As the hero of the goal, Alberto was even more excited. He was thrown to the ground by the players who came to celebrate, and his hot body was even more excited under such friction.Alberto then got out from the crowd, and uncontrollably undressed while roaring towards the audience to vent his depression.

In the semi-final against Deportivo, Alberto also got the opportunity to start and performed very positively, but he always seemed to want to prove himself too much. As a result, he repeatedly fought alone, but fell into the siege of the opponent.Overly emotional, he also received a yellow card in the first round of the semi-final for seriously infringing on Deportivo midfielder Sergio.

The criticism from the media after the game once made him irritated, but Mourinho's careful persuasion to him made him forget everything.

Now open your eyes and see!Who the hell dares to say that I can't do it? !

The Porto fans who set the mood were shouting as hard as they could into the megaphones.

"It was our Carlos who scored the goal—"

"Alberto!!!"