[Football] King Of Europe

They are Manchester United, England's giant Manchester United!Manchester United with a glorious history!

Losing to a team like Porto in the Champions League is a shame. Even if you know the team's condition is not very good before the game, but an away loss to a little-known team is still unacceptable.

Manchester United fans selectively ignored the UEFA Cup won by Porto last season-the difference in weight between this trophy and the Champions League is too far, and they don't take it seriously at all.Even if you lose to Aston Villa or Leicester City, you can't lose to that small, remote, rural team.

In their view, losing to Porto in an away game is already incredible, and they must find their way back at home.At Old Trafford, at the Theater of Dreams, let the Red Devils beat their songs to the ground, and let them know what a real giant is!

When the Manchester United fans were already grinding their fists, the "Mirror" was still sober, and the reporter who wrote the article was not without worry: "Manchester United scored an away goal, which means that they will not be under too much pressure to return home, but Porto already have nothing else to ask for in the league, and they are likely to give up a league game to prepare. Seven years ago, Manchester United defeated Porto in the quarter-finals of the Champions League, but now the situation is different, Porto is a A team worthy of respect, attacking is their philosophy, and when the passionate Porto comes to Old Trafford, there may be some unpredictable situations."

"The coaching record of [-] games in the Champions League did not bring a victory. For Ferguson, it has to be said to be a failure. Maybe the English should wake up from their sleep. Now, it is time for them to face reality. gone."

At the same time, in the Porto locker room.

Very different from the English media, the Portuguese media directly praised Porto to the sky. They are now the only seedlings in the European war in the country!Even the Lisbon media, which has always been eccentric, did not say anything out of the ordinary, appearing neutral and peaceful.

Sebastian flipped open the newspaper and turned directly to the page where he was greatly praised, and happily looked at the evaluation of the corner kick.

In addition to the red cards of the two coaches and Keane, he is the one who has received the most coverage!

This young man with a little pride has always liked to read reports that boast about himself-whether it is a truthful description or an exaggeration, it will make him feel better!

According to Sebastian's own thinking, it would be great to praise him according to the real situation of the game, but he would not be afraid if he praised him in a flattering manner!Didn't you see that he has experienced so many "storms"!Although it is impossible to be flattered, as long as he thinks in a good way, he will be worthy of these praises-this game is a very good result, and the newspapers in England are also praising him!

McCarthy came over and winked: "Sebastian, how did you become so happy?!"

"Because the reports are full of praise!" Sebastian proudly held up the newspaper.

The South African scanned the sentence above, and of course, there was also the photo of his teammate's free throw: "Hey, why did you suddenly score a corner kick again?"

"I've done it before!"

"Hey, you're so happy after scoring a corner kick, don't you worry about other things?" McCarthy raised his head, "I really should let those media take a picture of your current appearance... Be careful to be ridiculed by them later!"

"I'm not afraid, just praise and scold at will! Who cares!"

"Oh?" Jorge Costa came over and said slowly, "Then who was wrinkled into a bitter melon all day long ago? Now they say they don't care about the reports from the outside world?"

Sebastian, who was stabbed to death: ...

Please don't mention it!He wants to forget those embarrassing days, okay?Didn't you see that he is now a good young man with full combat power in the new century!

"Maybe it's because you've gotten better from sitting on the bench for a long time!" The green-eyed boy pretended to be serious and said, "Why don't you try sitting on the bench too?"

"What?" McCarthy stared, "Try sitting on the bench?!"

"Which one of you wants to sit on the bench?" Mourinho pushed the door and walked in. "You can tell me directly, I don't mind fulfilling his wish."

McCarthy straightened up for a moment, pretending nothing had happened.

"Okay, let's go out and train!"

Standing outside on the training field, McCarthy poked Sebastian secretly: "Do you think we can win the next round?"

Without even thinking about it, Sebastian said, "Of course I can win!"

"Really?" Jankauskas frowned on the sidelines.

McCarthy's face was very sad: "I felt like a dream when I won the first round... God knows what will happen in the second round. It is said that Old Trafford is the most terrible stadium in Europe. I feel like I want to play there. All trembling."

"Come on, come on." Sebastian comforted his teammates: "Don't be so pessimistic. If we don't want to win, what are we going to do?"

McCarthy nodded and went to practice together.

Sebastian thought the pessimism was just a temporary state, but later found that this mood spread throughout the team. After the two league games on the 1st and 4th, the teammates who returned to the locker room were worried.

Obviously they won two games in a row!The game against Belenenses just finished was still a four-goal victory!

"The game against Manchester United is coming up soon, you know." McCarthy kicked his feet, "Oh... time flies so fast, I wish this day never came!"

"Relax...Relax?" he said hesitantly.

"However, when I think that the opponent is Manchester United, I can't relax!" The big McCarthy sat on the turf without any image.

Today's training had just ended, and everyone was paralyzed on the lawn. After McCarthy finished speaking, Carlos also began to wail: "Manchester United, Manchester United... As long as I think of going to the Red Devils' turf, my legs will go weak!"

"Ferguson said these days... Manchester United will be waiting for us in England! My God, I can't imagine!"

The teammates talked in a hurry, and all of them sighed.

Sebastian also sighed, thinking of going to England to play Manchester United, he is also very scared, okay!But he made a bet, he must win this game!Among other things, Mister must also want to win this game!When he just drew lots, he said that he hoped that the opponent would be Monaco or Manchester United.

"I don't know if we will win or not, but if we sigh like this, we will definitely not win." Sebastian said seriously.

"It doesn't matter... you won't suffer if you lose to Manchester United!"

"The team can still earn a broadcast dividend!"

"I haven't been to Old Trafford yet, just treat it as a tour!"

Jorge Costa looked at his teammates speechlessly: "Ambition! Ambition! If the boss knows that you think so, you can wait to be trained!"

Everyone said in unison: "Then come!"

As a result, the training on the second day was doubled, and everyone dared not speak out. Thinking of lying on the turf the day before and lamenting, they hated not keeping their mouths shut.

After the training, Faria stood on the sidelines with a blank expression, announcing that all the players had a meeting and that they were not allowed to be late.

Everyone quickly finished the battle shower, changed their clothes and entered the meeting room, only to see Mourinho sitting on a chair with his feet up.Seeing everyone coming in, he gave him a flirty look, and everyone trembled instantly, and hurriedly found a seat and sat down.

"I heard that you plan to take it as a trip to England?"

Who said that!Everyone grieved.

"I heard that you are thinking of earning a broadcast dividend?"

Who said that!Everyone's face became more bitter.

"I heard that you didn't think about winning this game?"

who said it!

There is no cliff—no, there is!

Finally found a place to refute, everyone shook their heads like rattles: "No, boss, we all want to win!"

"Oh?" Mourinho slowly drew out his voice, "Really?"