Speaking of which, half of the credit for this goal must be attributed to the players of Guimarães.

Perhaps it was because the opponent had scored the ball first, but the Guimarães players seemed to have lost their minds.

Not only did they speed up the pace of their attacks, they also received countless spam messages from the opponent.

For example: "Aren't you a strong team? But why do I think you look like a bunch of young ladies?"

Another example: "Girl, which brother did you go out with last night? Why do I think you can't run away?"

Another example: "I let you attack and you can't get in. Are you disabled? Or are you the product of incest?"

Of course, those who can say these words are naturally the head team of Vesena, but they also include captain Marco Paul, because... he is also a Brazilian.

Compared to the Brazilian players in the team, the Portuguese players in the Vesena team are obviously much more polite.

These guys didn't say anything unpleasant, they just asked in a low voice when the opponent got the ball: "Why is it you again? Are they afraid to get the ball?"

At the beginning, the Guimarães players did not understand the profound meaning of this sentence.

But as they kept passing their feet and passing each other, it didn't take long for the ball to return to their feet. These players finally realized: "I went...for a long time, and the other side was mocking us for not knowing how to do it."

In offense, we only know how to pass the ball!"

Ever since, the already angry players, after hearing the words of captain Rocinha on the field, "Come forward! Let these rubbish who are destined to be relegated see how powerful we are." Except for the central defender, they

The other nine people were all pressed within 35 meters of Xue Weina.

And then... I can only say that God will always have a special preference for someone...

It's still Guimarães' star attacking midfielder Silva who takes the ball, still manages to get out of the gap, and is still ready to pass it to the players of his own team who are heading for the opponent's baseline at high speed.

Then his ball was once again snatched away from the side and behind...

The only difference is that this time the person who stole the ball from him was not the defensive midfielder, but Shao Mu, the attacking midfielder of Visena.

As players in the same position, the two have always had a grudge. Not only were they competitors for the National Youth Team when they were young, but they also became mortal enemies in the same city when they grew up.

So when Silva saw that the person who stole the ball was Shao Mu, he enthusiastically kicked the opponent's dribbler!

Just when everyone in Guimarães thought that the referee would blow the whistle and call Silva a foul, the ball was picked up by a young man from Vesena.

This person is a bit unfamiliar to them. He seems to be named Kiki, and he seems to play as a left back...

But Kiki didn't think like the opponent. In this game, he was more focused than ever, so as soon as he picked up the ball, he rushed towards the opponent's half.

Also starting at the same time as him was Kevin Zosi, the left winger of the Vesena team from Mali.

Like right winger Kofi Kehoe, he is also a fast player known for his speed.

Seeing that Kiki had dribbled the ball past the center line, Kevin Zosi immediately gave up the space on the left, turned around and ran towards the center of the court.

Out of the principle of advantageous offense, the referee did not blow the whistle. He even reacted faster than the Guimarães players and immediately chased after him.

For a moment, the whole Guimarães team woke up from a dream, and started running one by one.

But the distance on the court is so big. Although they have exhausted all their strength, Kiki's current speed has been adjusted to double speed 14 by Simon King. In addition, he is the first to start, so everyone will naturally be beaten.

All left behind.

"Kiki crosses...Kevin Zosi is unmarked...the ball goes in!"

"go...go...go..."

"Vishena leads 2:0!"

"Long live Vishenna!"

"Long live!"

The stadium was boiling again, and the fans roared even louder than when the first goal was scored.

If the last goal was just an accident, then with the arrival of the second goal, everyone understood Vesena's tactics, which was to set up the bus and fight back!

But the directors in the box didn't think so.

In other words, their faces are really hurting now.

"Is there any more natural justice? Is it still unreasonable? How come the team can score immediately as soon as we talk?"

"And that Simon King, isn't he a rookie who only knows how to play games! How can he be so lucky?"

"Fuck you! Let's just forget about stealing one. There's no point in stealing two in a row! Where does this leave our face?"

The three people were blushing with embarrassment, and just when they were thinking of what to say, they heard Diogo's voice slowly coming.

"Using the weak against the strong, first attracting the opponent to come forward, and then launching targeted grabs and counterattacks. I have only seen this kind of performance from one person!"

"Who have you seen it in?" the team secretary asked, blinking his big eyes.

"José Mourinho."

"Mourinho? Oh my God."

"Yes, it's Mourinho! It seems Jim's vision is right, and a great genius is about to be born in my team!"

"Sir, please don't be so sure yet! We should still..." The technical director felt hot all over his body and spoke involuntarily.

But Diogo interrupted him directly.

"Shut up!"

"Stay... uh..."

The technical director did not dare to speak anymore. A sense of self-blame and self-doubt began to linger in his mind along with the boss's words.

But he was unwilling to admit his incompetence and prejudice. After a moment, he stamped his feet fiercely, turned around and left the box.

Looking at the court again, the two scoring heroes rushed in front of Simon King again.

But this time Simon King behaved well. He quickly ran behind the team doctor before the players could pounce on him.

Seeing the head coach trying to hide, the players immediately became childlike. A group of people seemed to turn into a pack of wolves, suppressing him again like hungry dogs pounced on the top of the Catalan Mountains.

After a long time, Kiki, the left back who assisted, picked up the dying Simon King and said: "Sir! Thank you for everything you have done for the team! From now on, I will be your most loyal warrior!"

Simon King gasped feebly, but still managed to grab the opponent's sleeve and said: "You did a good job! Keep up the good work, with your potential, you will definitely have a chance to compete in this year's World Cup!"

"World Cup?"

Kiki's eyes lit up immediately. As a professional player, he had also dreamed of the day when he would wear the national team jersey and step onto the World Cup field.

However, his long career as a board member has made his name almost forgotten by the world.

As for the man in front of him, he not only gave himself the opportunity to start in the Derby, but also developed a game plan tailor-made for him.

Kiki's eyes turned red, and he solemnly whispered to Simon King: "Are you serious, sir?"

"Of course... of course it's true! Believe me, I... I will definitely... I will definitely turn you into a star in Portugal!"

Kiki kissed him on the cheek gratefully and ran back to his place quickly.

But Simon King knew that this 26-year-old guy would definitely succeed.
Chapter completed!