"Oh God! Pepe actually made a choke lock move on his opponent! ”

"Does he think he's practicing martial arts?"

"This action is too irrational, too amateurish, and may even lead to a red card for him!"

"Sure enough, the referee took out the card, and it was a red card!"

"In the 8th minute of the game, Porto midfielder Pepe received a red card!"

"The situation is already extremely bad for Porto, the fans are about to cry!"

......

The commentators didn't expect that the climactic scene would be staged not long after the game started, and one was more and more excited.

Quaresma looked at Pepe, who was still arguing with the referee, and didn't know what to say.

In Porto's starting lineup today, the midfield was very thin, the three major backs were injured and stopped, and Pepe was brought up to play a single back, and there were many hidden dangers in this arrangement.

The defense in the middle is certainly not very tight, and the current plan is to fight with the opponent to attack, and it doesn't matter how many you lose in the back, as long as you make sure to score more than the opponent.

Unexpectedly, after only a few minutes of work in the opening scene, Pepe's brain was pumping.

Once he was competing with his opponent for a header, he jumped up and found that his opponent had a small move, Pepe's brain was hot, and he made a choke lock directly behind his back, God knows what he thought at that time.

If it weren't for the fact that he was not very good in the air and fell quickly, Pepe would have strangled him if he couldn't get it.

Needless to say, unless the referee didn't see it, such a move would definitely not escape the penalty of a red card.

Sure enough, the referee ignored the defense of the Porto players at all, and directly showed Pepe a red card and sent him off the field.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, looking at Pepe, who was walking down in despair, Adrianse on the sidelines was like thunder.

How do you play this game?

There was no midfielder, so Pepe was brought up, hoping that he could take on the work of sweeping in the midfield, but who would have thought that Pepe would not play football and practice kung fu, and that throat lock posture should be more standard and more standard!

Now not only does there be no back, but there is also one person to play, and it is strange that Porto does not lose.

If he hadn't known Pepe, Quaresma would have thought he was collecting black money.

Now what?

Still fighting with your opponent to attack?

It's hard to ride a tiger!

Damn, I knew I wouldn't fool Pepe to practice martial arts!

Just as Quaresma, like his team-mates, was complaining about Pepe's recklessness, Adrianse was already shouting from the sidelines, giving the latest tactical instructions.

"Don't worry so much, it's hard to defend anyway, we still fight to attack, the striker doesn't have to defend, Quaresma doesn't have to fight, save energy, use it when counterattacking!"

"We don't care if we concede a goal or not, even if we lose, we have to make the opponent have no temper!"

Adrianse is also a violent temper, and at this time he is not conservative at all, and he is completely open-minded.

Quaresma nodded, a smile on his face, twisted his neck, and turned back to the field, while also passing on the coach's instructions to his teammates.

Offensive!

Keep fighting the offense!

Adrianse's arrogance has infected the players, and it is true that there is no need to look ahead at this time.

The defense is dead, and the offense is still alive!

Fight him upside down.

It seemed that there was a raging flame burning in everyone's eyes, and they gathered together, and the fire was soaring into the sky.

It's like a group of hungry wolves, at the moment of life and death when hunger and cold are desperate, bursting out with their last energy and charging towards the lion king, either dead or alive.

Quaresma was also rarely serious, putting away his cynicism.

As his good friend, Pepe's brain is pumping, so Quaresma has to help him make up for his mistakes, which is what a good brother should do.

Guimaraes is indeed good, but in front of Porto, he is not qualified to be called a lion, even if Porto is one less player now.

Without listening to Adrianse, Quaresma couldn't have been alone in front of him watching his teammates desperately and without a few of them involved in the defense, Porto's situation was precarious.

Accompanied by the passionate background music in his chest, Quaresma moved, like a bolt of lightning, rushing towards the player who was holding the ball in the opponent's midfield, and the terrifying speed even made people can't help but let out an exclamation, wanting to shout with his charge.

It seems to be a charge from hell.

However, with Quaresma's current defensive ability, such an exciting charge is more like a bluff, and everyone knows that in addition to scaring people, Quaresma will only defend with his eyes.

So, the opponent can easily pass Quaresma, or pass the ball out and let Quaresma go nowhere.

Maybe when Quaresma is played by his opponent every time he rushes for the ball like this in the game, the fans just smile, just as Quaresma's funny daily life, anyway, the game is won, it doesn't matter if you can grab it or not.

But now, Quaresma's lonely back in the sprint makes people feel a sense of tragedy, like a twilight hero, but still pursuing his own heart.

Pepe was holding on to the side wall of the tunnel, his eyes already red, and it was only at this moment that he knew what he might have brought to the team.

Compared to Quaresma, who was still running tirelessly, Pepe felt like a jerk, a complete jerk.

Brother, help me win the game!

Please!

Quaresma couldn't hear Pepe's cry from the depths of his soul, but he was still not the slightest bit afraid or discouraged, even if his sprint seemed meaningless to everyone, but he still stuck to his ideas and contributed everything he could.

I'm sorry, I can't stand by!

Quaresma's tragedy was contagious to everyone, including his two forward teammates.

Postiga and Fabiano are both typical strikers who don't waste their energy on pressing up front without a special tactical set-up.

But now, they seem to have been ignited with all their fighting spirit, and their eyes are firmly on the bandwagon, fighting side by side with Quaresma.

The will of all the people seemed to converge, forming a samurai with a sword over the court, charging his strength violently, and then slashing at his opponent, either dead or alive.

It's like a meat grinder with all its might, capable of smashing everything that comes in front of you.

The strongest Porto, here!