[Football] King Of Europe

The commentator was still chattering and howling, and the three goals of the first half began to be played back on the big screen in the stadium. The Real Madrid players took off their shirts smartly and went back to the locker room in twos and threes. -- What greeted them was the smile of the head coach Queiroz, the flashing lights of the reporters one after another, and the applause and cheers of Mei Linger.

But another group of people is the complete opposite of them——

The disparity in the score is enough to sentence the death penalty.

At the Santiago Bernabéu, against a team like Real Madrid --

An unimaginable silence fell in the visiting dressing room.

The purpose of entry is the slightly helpless faces of teammates.

This is not the first time such a scene has happened.

A season ago, they also faced such a frustrating situation in the away dressing room at the Bernabeu Stadium.

The difference is that at that time Mourinho was still thinking of ways to improve their confidence, but now...

Sebastian couldn't help turning his head to the head coach. He expected that Mourinho would make some changes, but at this time the Porto coach didn't have any extra words, so he could only turn around in disappointment. Overhead.

He met Carvalho's frustrated eyes.

The Portuguese defender was exhausted in the first half, and you can imagine how much pressure he was under.Originally, he shouldn't have taken on such a heavy burden, but because of the lack of strength on the offensive end, the players on the defensive line had to work hard.

He swiped from left to right, and met the sweaty faces of his teammates. Needless to say, he was tired and weak, but underneath the calm was numbness and indifference, without any desire for victory.

Carvalho, Costilla, Ferreira...

Looking at one face after another, his heart gradually sank. He should understand all this, but unimaginable anger seized him at that moment.

It was as if there were countless magmas surging in his heart, making him about to become an extremely dangerous volcano, and the blazing high temperature was enough to burn everyone who came into contact with it.

The teenager's lips were pursed, which made him look serious beyond his age.

There was a voice roaring in his heart, which made him unable to control it anymore——

A hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

Sebastian suddenly turned around, and saw Costa shaking his head slightly towards him.

Captain Porto had clear concerns in his eyes, and he held him tightly with his hands.

"Sebastian...don't be like this." Costa lowered his voice.Porto captain's tone was helpless and sad, "Don't disobey...you know, this is the idea of ​​the sir."

The boy's lips pursed even tighter.

He looked at the captain quietly, and finally lowered his head slowly.

There was unconcealable worry in Costa's eyes. He saw the boy's head hanging down after he said these words, as if all his strength had been taken away, making him lose his energy for a moment.

"Sebastian?"

The captain of Porto softly called the names of his teammates, and the worry in his heart became deeper and deeper.He has almost never seen his little teammates like this. The green-eyed boy has always been smiling, stubborn, and never admit defeat. No matter how terrible the opponent is, he has never seen him take half a step back, and he has never seen him showing powerlessness. look.

But now, he saw the young man's depression.

Is it because of the coach's decision?

As the captain of Porto, he has already experienced many games, and he can understand the arrangement of Mourinho. In the past, in the league and in the cup, Porto was far less powerful than it is now, and they often had to strategically Give up part of the game.

Costa has long been used to it, but for Sebastian...for a boy of this age who has never known what fear is, it may be difficult to accept.

He could guess the disappointment in the boy's heart.

After all, before Mourinho announced, even he himself had the faint idea of ​​fighting Real Madrid with real swords and guns.

"nothing……"

He saw the young man shaking his head slowly, curling up his fingers, and after a while, he said sullenly, "I'm just a little sad."

Costa patted the boy on the head, even though the boy was sweating.He wanted to comfort him with a few words, but after searching his stomach, he felt that there was nothing to comfort the sad boy.

Porto captain smiled wryly and raised his head, just at that moment, he met a pair of deep eyes.

I don't know how long he has been watching it, and I don't know if he took the scene just now into his eyes.Costa withdrew his hand awkwardly and saw Mourinho strode to the tactical board.

The young marshal of Porto seemed to be pondering, as if he had encountered some difficult situation and was unable to make a decision.He calmly scanned all the players in the locker room, taking in everyone's expressions.

He opened his mouth calmly, as if a thunderbolt struck the locker room, causing countless thunderbolts from the blue sky.

"In your opinion, do you need to make changes in the second half?!"