Midfielder

A goal that was beyond everyone's expectation. Even when the ball rolled into the goal, the commentator on the scene didn't know what happened. His mumbling mouth also lost the ability to make a sound for the first time.

Maybe even he himself didn't know what to say at this time. Should he curse God? Curse this old guy for not letting Porto take the lead, but letting the opponent's sneak attack succeed, not to mention such a damn refraction!

I'm afraid no one can imagine that at the beginning of the second half, the score has changed, and it is a change that surprised all Porto people. Now no Porto people may accept such a result.

Not only did the commentator have nothing to say at this time, but even the entire Dragon Stadium had fallen into silence. No one dared to believe what was happening in front of them. After 45 minutes of crazy attack, Porto fell behind in their home court.

And that damn goal came so strangely and quickly. Watching Simao and those Benfica people celebrating the goal crazily on the field, Porto people roared, but they found that it seemed to be of no use at all, because they were already 0:1 behind.

Yes, there is still time. When the referee urged the opponent to return to their half, the second half had only started for less than two minutes, but now the guys on the Porto team were obviously hit hard, and everyone's face was a little confused.

Benfica's head coach Toni excitedly waved his fist on the sidelines. A sudden goal and a start that surprised him. When he told the players to stick to the offensive style during the halftime break and drag the opponent in terms of physical consumption, they unexpectedly took the lead. This undoubtedly put a heavy weight on Benfica's championship battle.

One goal is not much, but what Benfica saw was that their hand touching the trophy was gradually tightening. There were more than 40 minutes left, and the opponent had to score two goals in a row to reverse the situation. Benfica now seemed to have strangled the Porto people by the throat and was watching the opponent gradually suffocate.

The 11 players on the field of the entire Porto team were a little dazed at this moment, including Baia who was pounding the grass with his fists. No one could accept this reality. When they were about to continue their massive attack, the Porto team was scored by the opponent first.

Maybe they didn't know what to do now. The score was behind, and the morale that had been boosted dropped to the bottom in an instant. The 11 players on the field all fell into silence. The unfortunate Paul Ferreira kicked the damn football hard.

But a sudden roar from the sidelines made them relax from this silence. These people looked up and saw Mourinho waving his arms vigorously. He kept shouting to these guys on the sidelines.

"Raise your heads! The game is not over yet, you haven't lost yet! Don't let a goal break your confidence! Remember my words, the victory of the game must belong to us!"

"Attack! Get the lost ball back! 1:0 is not the end! Raise your heads higher! Let me see your eyes!"

Mourinho's roar could not be heard by everyone in the stadium, but his waving movements on the sidelines had sent a signal to the players on the field that their head coach would not think this was the end of the game, and he needed the players to continue fighting with the opponent!

Lin Yi may be the first person to get rid of frustration. He quickly picked up the football and put it in the center circle. He kept shouting at Dallei and other guys to get in position quickly.

Yes, like the uncle said, the game is not over yet, they still have more than 40 minutes to fight again, and they only need two goals to touch the championship trophy. Now they still have a chance. What's the point of being so frustrated like a woman at this time?

Lin Yi didn't want his first season to end so aggrievedly, falling in the place closest to the championship trophy. This kind of death should be left to others. He didn't want to enjoy this helpless feeling.

"Give me the ball, in a straight line, the closer to the top of the opponent's penalty area, the better." Lin Yi stood in the center circle and whispered to Dallei.

The players of the Porto team began to recover from Mourinho's roar and quickly returned to their positions. They didn't want to embarrass themselves in the Dragon Stadium. Now all they have to do is to grab back what they lost as quickly as possible!

Lin Yi quickly passed the ball to Dallei, and he himself ran directly to Benfica's half. The old rival Petit was tightly entangled with Lin Yi. Benfica's intention now is very simple. In the next 40 minutes, they only need to interfere with the opponent as much as possible.

Not only did Petit closely guard Lin Yi, but the rest of the Benfica players also began to look for their own defensive targets. This time, Porto's forward pressure was even more fierce. In addition to the three defenders, even Costinha had crossed the half court to participate in the attack.

Now the Benfica players had only one idea, that is, they would not let the opponent get the ball comfortably, and try to solve the problem outside the danger zone.

Even when necessary, they could consider using tactical fouls. Their head coach Tony even shouted on the sidelines to remind his players not to give any Porto players a chance. Full defense will be Benfica's current task.

1:0, now Benfica has to hold on to this slight advantage. As long as they can survive 40 minutes, they will ascend to the championship throne without any suspense.

Tony will not let this advantage slip away from his hands. He wants to use this way to tell those who underestimate him that he is much better than Mourinho.

At this time, even Villariño, who is sitting in the stands, may have begun to smile complacently. In his opinion, this result will not change. He even has the mood to turn his head and look at Da Costa, who is not far away from him with a serious expression.

Unfortunately, Petit does not have the leisurely mood of his chairman now. He has fallen on Lin Yi more than once, but Benfica has not been able to allocate enough people to support him. There is no way, Porto has too many people in each attack.

Now every time Lin Yi's forward insertion and cruising will cause a lot of trouble for Petit. He must guard against this kid's strange ball near the penalty area, and beware of Lin Yi shaking him off and attacking directly.

Dallei didn't let the ball stay under his feet. He dribbled the ball horizontally, and then, as Lin Yi instructed, he made a low pass to the straight line where Lin Yi was running.

Thiago failed to stop Dallei's action, but he turned back and shouted to Petty to pay attention, and the two wingers of Benfica also began to retreat to the middle. They wanted to stop the black-haired kid.

Petty pulled Lin Yi's clothes with his fingertips. His strong body was also looking for an opportunity to push Lin Yi to the periphery. He didn't want to leave any possibility for this kid to cut in after receiving the ball.

But just like the previous contest between Petty and Lin Yi, he miscalculated again this time. Lin Yi had no intention of dribbling at all. He didn't even stop Dallei's pass. He turned his back to the route of the ball and directly knocked the ball horizontally with his heel.

The football slipped directly between Petty's running legs. Lin Yi suddenly accelerated and shook off Petty's hand that was pulling his clothes.

Beautifully getting rid of the ball, Lin Yi's horizontal knock left him with a space in front of him that was enough for him to do anything. He swung his left foot, as if he was ready to shoot directly from a few meters away from the top of the penalty area.

Helder had already rushed out from the edge of the penalty area at this time. He was ready to use his body as a wall. It was quite dangerous to give the kid a chance to shoot at this position. He didn't want to see this scene in front of him.

Lin Yi's fake shot made Helder lose his composure, which gave him the opportunity to pass calmly. He made a horizontal pass and prepared to shoot again.

Petty, who was chasing, and another central defender Algiers who came out to defend also blocked him. Now they were determined not to leave any shooting routes for Lin Yi, and would rather be suffocated once.

There was no angle, no gap, including Aldel who shoveled from the side again. There were three strong guys in front of Lin Yi, and he seemed to have lost all the shooting space he could use.

Even the commentator on the scene was regretting this opportunity, but before he could sigh, everything had changed.

Moreira might want to take off his gloves and rub his eyes now, because in this completely blocked situation, the football unexpectedly rolled out of the crowd.

The four people collided with each other almost at the same time, but the football they wanted to stop the most did not hit them at all. Thiago, who was chasing back from the midfield, saw everything that happened behind Lin Yi.

When Petty and the two central defenders rushed over to lock Lin Yi, the kid still took a shooting posture, but it was all a deception, because he didn't pull the football out until all the angles were gone.

Lin Yi was waiting for the opponent to hit him. At the moment when several people came into contact with each other, he cleverly poked the ball out with his toes. The force was very light, and the football didn't even roll a few meters on the grass before it stopped, but his goal had been achieved.

This kid didn't want to shoot at all. All his feints were to deceive the defenders. The moment Moreira saw the ball rolling out, a red figure had already rushed out from the side and kicked the ball hard.

The net was shaken by the force of the ball. Moreira failed to continue his magic. He couldn't even react to such a shot. The only feeling he had was the whistling sound of the ball in his ears.

Deco! When Moreira looked back and saw the guy running in front of him, he saw who broke his ten fingers.

1:1, after Benfica led for a minute, Porto used a sharp attack to tie the score.

The shouts of the entire Dragon Stadium reached a peak in an instant, and even the on-site commentator jumped up from his seat, because it all happened too fast, so fast that they had no preparation. Equalized! Porto still has a chance to win!

"Oh my God, what kind of pass was this? Damn, how did that guy see the running position of his teammate behind him! Does he have eyes like a lizard!?" The commentator on the scene no longer cared about his choice of words. At this time, he probably couldn't suppress his excitement.

However, Lin Yi had no time to celebrate such a beautiful goal. He struggled to get up from under the crowd, ran to get the football out of the net, and ran to the center circle, shouting to his teammates, asking everyone to return to their positions.

"It's not time to celebrate yet! Score another goal! Beat them back to hell! We want the championship! Do it again! Kill them!" Lin Yi's roar reminded every teammate. At this moment, he didn't want to be a 15-year-old kid.

Mourinho acted like a spectator at this time. There was no way. The kid had said everything he was going to say, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Will the game be won? At least Mourinho is no longer worried about their psychological problems. The offensive firepower of those guys has been rekindled by Lin Yi. Let's wait and see. The Dragon Stadium will never become a blessed place for Benfica! The championship will belong to Porto!

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