On the Dragon Stadium, the players on both sides are warming up.

The stands were full, and the home team fans sang team songs and kept "smoking" the pre-match atmosphere.

Currently, there are 7 rounds left in the Portuguese Super League, and Porto, who ranks first, is only 3 points away from Benfica, who ranks second.

As for the traditional three-time Lisbon Sporting, the record this season is extremely poor. Currently, it only 10 wins, 6 draws, 6 losses and 36 points, ranking fourth, saying goodbye to the championship early.

Even so, Benfica fans still hope that Sporting Lisbon's skills will bring more trouble to Porto.

If you don't win, it's okay to hurt several of Porto's main players.

In the big roster announced before the game by Porto, Lei Yu is still a substitute.

In the eyes of many media, this is undoubtedly "destroying martial arts skills".

Fans don’t care about the game between the club and the players behind the scenes. They only see that Lei Yu is in good shape recently, but Boas never let him play the main position in the league.

Now the fans oppose Boas, and the sound of calling him to be dismissed is not that loud, and he can be suppressed by the Porto official.

But if Porto's points are tied or even surpassed in the remaining seven rounds of the league, maybe the "Madman II" who was extremely glorious at the beginning of this season will be driven away from the Dragon Stadium in shame.

As Mourinho's disciple, this is really a waste of money!

After the warm-up, Lei Yu returned to the bench, but he did not criticize Boas's arrangements.

From a heart-to-heart, although there are some differences in position with Boas, Lei Yu is still very grateful to the young marshal who knew Ying with a keen eye and brought him from Coimbra to Porto.

So Lei Yu believed from the bottom of his heart that Boas knew it.

With the referee's whistle, the highly anticipated Portuguese Super League focus battle officially kicked off.

After the opening, Porto did not attack, but defended step by step.

Boas is working to get players back to the feeling of Mourinho's era.

Doing the ball doesn't matter.

What is important is how to seize the only few counterattack opportunities in the game and successfully score.

This is Mourinho's football philosophy, and Boas's.

In the 5th minute of the first half, J Ronaldo dribbled the ball in the frontcourt.

This was originally an ordinary attack from Porto, but JR's next move made Boas irritate.

The guy brought the ball to Santos, and not only did he not pass the ball, but instead showed off his footwork in front of his opponent.

“whatthehell???”

"What's wrong with you?"

Seeing J Luo pushing the ball to his left foot and his right foot, even Moutinho, who was beside him, stopped his movements.

What are you doing?

Except for his opponent Santos, who was dazzled, most of the others were watching the show.

Zapat, who was standing by, suddenly grabbed the ball. J Luo, who was hit by the opponent from the side, immediately lost the ball.

Sporting Lisbon counterattack!

After cutting off the ball, Zapat did not play house with his opponent.

He looked up and immediately kicked the ball to the left front court.

Valdes immediately pulled to the sideline, and when Guarin followed him to fill the position, he suddenly changed direction to the right.

After getting rid of his opponent, Valdes did not waste time. His speed suddenly exploded, like a rocket, and instantly rushed out far away.

Otamendi's reaction was also relatively quick. Although he was shocked by his opponent's clean and neat movements, he had not lost his position yet.

He adjusted his direction as soon as possible and went forward to block the running opponent.

This time, Valdes did not give Mendy the chance to grab it.

Seeing Mendy getting closer and closer to him, Valdes swung his thigh in advance and hanged the ball into the penalty area.

Looking at the ball flying high in the air, the fans in the visiting team's stands climaxed.

Single-arrow forward Posttiga jumped high and showed his wild side in front of everyone.

He pressed Macon and Rolando, headed the ball into Porto's goal.

Seeing his forward like a god descending to earth, the fans of the visiting team shouted enthusiastically as if they had been given hormones.

"Oh! This is not good." commentator Hans murmured.

Although he is facing his old club, Postiga has played for Porto for a long time ago.

So after scoring the goal, Postigga did not restrain his emotions, and came to the bottom of the visiting team stands with his teammates who ran up to cheer.

The soldiers of Porto looked at each other, and even the captain Helton had no intention of comforting his teammates.

Whether it was Valdes' pass or pass, or Postigga's header just now, he caught him off guard and could not react and save him.

I'm sulking now, how can I have time to care about my teammates' thoughts?

J Luo, who had just run back to the half, shook his head helplessly when he saw the goal.

Just as he wanted to return to his position silently, Moutinho, who had been recovered, spoke.

"Hames, you should have passed the ball just now."

"Oh? Is it? I think I can get past that guy!"

"Yes, I know, you can pass him." Moutinho nodded and said "but", "But, his teammates intercepted the ball from the side. James, we are a teammate, he has teammates, and you have teammates."

"Okay, I understand, stop talking." Obviously, J Luo no longer wants to continue on this topic.

But J Luo didn't want to say much, but other teammates didn't want to let him go.

After re-teletting, he still did his own thing and showed off his footwork in the frontcourt.

Cycling, fake swaying, fried croquettes, and pulled people back...

The teammates beside him looked at it for no reason.

On several occasions, Falcao and Varella had already run to the offside position. After seeing no ball passed, they retreated helplessly.

You said you can show off your flower show once and twice, but what the hell is it when you break through one after another?

"Hames, what's going on with you today?"

After J Ronaldo was once again cut off the ball under his feet by his opponent by using a shovel, Hulk on the offside line was so angry that he was angry.

"What's going on? Just kick your own, what are you shouting at someone?"

Obviously, the broken J Luo was also angry.

He thought that the opponent had just committed a foul, and the referee should at least give a free kick in the frontcourt.

But the result was that the referee turned a blind eye to the game and allowed the game to continue.

"Hames, are you sure you want to talk to me in this tone?" Hulk's hideous face burst out.

Although J Luo's "other" sounds strange, no one cares what alternative words J Luo used to describe himself at that time.

Hulk has a bad temper, and J Luo's counterattack is even more tough.

Hulk was so angry that he rushed to Quan and pulled J Luo from the ground with one hand.

"Hehehe! Hulk, what are you doing? Let go of your hand quickly?"

Seeing this, Falkao hurriedly stepped forward to persuade the fight, but this scene was still captured by the camera on the sidelines.

"Oh? There is an internal strife in Porto?"

"It's Hulk and Hames."

"This is not too second!"

"It seems that the players need to communicate more!"

After pulling Hulk and J-Rock apart, Moutinho also frowned and stepped forward.

"Hames, today's performance is not like you."

"I know!" J Luo said furiously.

Of course he knew that his performance today was simply terrible.

But being extraordinary is like gambling.

He was already anxious to lose.

He was cut off by his opponents in succession, and he couldn't wait to turn the tables.

Thanks to his position, the ball always comes to his feet, which also gives him more opportunities to break through.

"Since you know, you should know that you should pass the ball just now!"

"Okay, I get it, I'll pass it next time!" J Luo said what all the gamblers who lost their eyes said.

Seeing this, Moutinho stopped talking.

He knew Boas would do it all.

Unfortunately, less than half an hour has passed since the game, and Boas cannot choose to substitute.

After Porto wasted opportunities again and again, Sporting Lisbon once again seized the counter-offensive opportunity and scored.

Looking at the 2-0 on the points board, the commentator Hans looked dull.

"Oh, it's really not good now!"

"Porto's first defeat in the season, is it really coming?"
Chapter completed!