Petruch heard Zhang's words, and he turned his head to look at his teammates next to him, and Dainelli was standing a little further back in the center circle, parallel to him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 On the right flank, Pisano was a little further forward than the two centre-backs, but it wasn't too high, but Martinez on the left had already gone up and never returned.

Thanks to Mazzoni's warning at half-time, Brescia's backline remained generally intact until then.

Dainelli saw Petruch looking at himself and knew what the partner was thinking. "You go up, there are me and Pisano in the back, there should be no problem." He smiled at Petruch.

They have endured very few tests in the previous 20 minutes or so, look at Castellazzi, compared to the previous games, there are almost no chances to touch the ball today, and they can only run back and forth in the penalty area from time to time to keep their bodies from falling cold.

Petrucci's header was a scoring point for Brescia in the attack from corners and free-kicks, and now having him go up can be regarded as adding control of the first drop in the front.

"Then I'll go up first, you guys stay focused." He nodded to Dainelli and turned to run.

Regarding Petruch's concern, Dainelli smiled easily, "Don't worry, I don't think they have much chance to attack." ”

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Mazzoni saw Petrucci step forward and walked to the sideline to call the restless centre-back back. But before he opened his mouth, another thought uncontrollably emerged.

"What if we get the ball first?"

"What if Porto just wanted a point and didn't think about counter-attacking?"

The format of this group is now clear, with Chelsea already 2-0 up Besiktas at the other pitch and it looks like a win is in their pocket.

If the score is based on the current scoreline, after two rounds, it is foreseeable that the Turkish team will be the target of the other three teams in this group to grab points. The remaining three teams will be battling it out for two places in the rankings.

Therefore, the relationship between the three teams has become more and more important.

Chelsea, who have become extraordinarily luxurious thanks to Roman Abramovich's massive ruble injection, will be a formidable opponent for Brescia. If Brescia can't win Porto at home in this game, the rest of the game will only be tougher. Whether it's home or away against Chelsea or away to Porto, Mazzoni has no confidence that he will win. However, as long as they can get three points in this game, Brescia will remain top of Group G with six points, and there will be more room for manoeuvre in the following games.

In such a situation, even the conservative Mazzoni couldn't help but want to choose a dangerous but more rewarding path.

"Fight, this is our home stadium and we have no room to back down." The old man finally made up his mind.

He turned and sat back in his seat.

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The cooperation of teammates made Zhang Shu very happy.

This proves that in the hearts of his teammates, his status has been completely affirmed. Even if it is not as good as Baggio for the time being, at least it is at the same level as Guardiola.

In order to respond to the trust of his teammates, he also carried the ball again and again to launch a surprise attack on Porto, trying to let his teammates who believed in him once again see his role.

His adjustments to the team proved to be "immediate and effective".

Just 10 minutes later, the deadlock was broken in a stalemate that had lasted for 80 minutes.

On the display screen above the stadium, 0:0, which had frozen for almost the entire game, finally became 0:1.

In international practice, the home team is in front and the away team is in the back.

"Oops!" On the other side of the world, Huang *Jian* Xiang let out a heart-wrenching cry. "Brescia conceded the goal! Unexpectedly, Porto, who had been besieged for a full 80 minutes, took the lead in scoring! It's really ... Alas~~~~"

Huang * Jian * Xiang didn't know what to say, this ball Porto scored in a dignified manner, and it didn't even count as a sneak attack, Deco crossed from a corner, and Carvalho in the middle scored with a header. If it hadn't happened in the case of Porto being suppressed for a whole game, there would have been little extraordinary.

But in the current situation, it has to make those who support Brescia and Zhang Shu feel that Porto's goal is a little unfair.

"Actually, this goal, although it was a set-piece, the Brescia players had plenty of time to defend and it didn't look like a counter-attack. But in the end, it was the result of Brescia's players pressing too high. Director Zhang recovered his emotions faster than Huang *Jian*Xiang, and began to analyze the goal for the audience in front of the TV.

'This corner was not a counter-attack, but it was the result of Porto's counter-attack. It is precisely because Brescia's overall formation is too forward that it leads to a lack of manpower at the back. Deco's through ball gave McCarthy a one-on-one chance to play Pisano on the flank, forcing Pisano to poke the ball out of the line for the corner. ”

'Porto won a total of two corners today, and both corners showed a clear tactical idea, and it can be seen that Mourinho was prepared for set-pieces before the game, and what he said before the game to take away a win may not be a smoke bomb, he put a lot of work into this game.

Zhang Lu's words are very neutral and objective. But now Chinese viewers don't want to hear him praise Porto and Mourinho like that.

"Damn, this team is so shameless! You have the ability to come out and fight against each other! ”

"It's too insidious and shameless!"

"Fuck a bunch of shrunken turtles!"

Many fans scolded in front of the TV, in fact, they didn't understand that there were teams playing defensive counterattacks, but when the defensive counterattack killed the team they supported, they didn't care about it.

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The goal conceded for more than 80 minutes left the Brescia players stunned.

We, unexpectedly, are lagging behind?

When the football flew into the goal, some people rubbed their eyes. By the time he recovered his gaze from the darkness, the ball was still lying quietly on the goalline, as if mocking their 80 minutes of hard work for nothing.

"We still have time!" Di Biagio fished out the ball from outside the penalty area, drove it towards the midfielder with a big foot, and then turned his head and continued to yell at his teammates: "Don't be stunned! Are you going to just stand like this and wait until the game is over!? ”

Baggio was also loudly encouraging his teammates around him, "Don't be discouraged! Calm down! Keep playing according to our tactics! We were able to chase it back! ”

"Zhang! Cheer up! Guardiola pulled Zhang Shu, who was still in a daze, "Don't let your teammates see you like this!" ”

Zhang Shu turned his head to look around, he wanted to say something like Baggio and Gigi to encourage his teammates, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

He is now full of self-blame, if he hadn't commanded the team to press hard, maybe he would have been able to stop the opponent's attack in the middle of the counterattack when Porto counterattacked, and would not have allowed the opponent to go deep into the bottom line. Obviously, Dad said at halftime that he kept the back line intact, and it was his own initiative to adjust the team's tactical thinking.

Even if the goal is conceded in the defense of a corner kick, in the final analysis, Zhang Shu believes that it is his own responsibility.

At this time, what face did he have to stand up and say to his teammates, "It's okay, it's just a ball." "Cheer up, everyone, don't care about this ball." What about things like that?

Even if no one among his teammates blamed him, Zhang Shu was still immersed in guilt and couldn't extricate himself.

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While the veterans wanted to revive the team's morale, Porto had too little time for Brescia to adjust their mentality in such a short period of time.

Pep Guardiola had hoped he would have been able to stabilize his team's pace first, but when the game resumed, he found himself unable to stop his team-mates' impatience in such a situation.

Especially Zhang Shu, no matter whether there is someone around him to answer, and no matter how many Porto defenders are around, as long as the ball is passed to his feet, he will immediately start to rush to the opponent's goal with the ball, until he is forced to force his feet to shoot directly when he can't continue to move forward.

Such a simple and crude attacking method certainly did not pose much of a threat to Porto's goal. Seeing Zhang Shu's explosive mentality, Guardiola turned to other players to try to calm him down first. But Guardiola didn't pass the ball to Zhang Shu, and the other players of Brescia would pass it, so the originally small time was wasted again and again.

"Zhang Shu is in a bit of a hurry." Seeing Zhang Shu shoot directly at a 30-degree angle of the goal outside the penalty area after passing Ferreira, Zhang Lu said, "You can't kick like this, this handling of the ball is unreasonable." ”

"Zhang Shu is still too young, Brescia is still too young." At this time, Huang *Jian*Xiang's mood also adjusted. "Okay, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game, this game... Brescia paid the price for her youth... ”

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In front of Zhang Shu were two Porto defenders, their faces expressionless, just staring at the constantly moving football at Zhang Shu's feet.

"Don't try to stop me!" Zhang Shu shouted in his heart, forcefully pushed the ball out to the outside, and then the other supporting leg exerted force and slammed out.

The broken air slashed past him like a sharp blade, Zhang Shu felt that his knees were a little weak, this was because he had used his skills many times in a short period of time, and his physical strength could not keep up with it temporarily, and the air he inhaled into his lungs became more and more hot, and the muscles on the back of his thighs twitched slightly just now, reminding him that the fatigue of his muscles was about to reach a critical point.

"I still have strength! I still have time! Ignoring all the warnings from his body, Zhang Shu continued to sprint forward without stopping. Just like the last game, I was able to do it! He kept cheering himself up in his heart. For more than ten minutes, under the spur of guilt, he hit the opponent's defense again and again.

"Okay! Passed! Eventually, he shook off the two men behind him, leaving him with only the centre-back and the goalkeeper in front of him.

He continued forward, ready to smash the Yellow Dragon. But the next second, he heard a whistle in the distance.

"Did the other party foul?" Zhang Shu thought that next, he began to think about how to punish the free kick in this position in the long time and space.

Then in his sight, the Porto centre-back on the opposite side began to slowly raise his arms, and then a second whistle came to his ears.

His mind went blank. His steps slowly stopped.

In the end, the sentence of the execution was belatedly announced, and the third whistle echoed throughout the Riga Monti Stadium.

The whistle seemed to instantly drain all Zhang Shu's strength, and his feet went limp, and he fell to the lawn.

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"It's over." Huang *Jian*Xiang's tone was bitter.

"It's over." Zhang Lu also repeated it.

There was a brief silence in the studio, but soon, Huang *Jian* Xiang spoke again.

"Brescia lost 0-1 at home to Porto. Maybe it wasn't a surprise before the game, but I'm sure anyone who watched the game would find it a little hard to accept, but that's football. I hope that Zhang Shu and Brescia's players will adjust their mentality as soon as possible, there are still many Champions League games, and they still have a chance. ”

Porto's players are celebrating profusely, their previously expressionless faces now filled with the joy of victory.

Brescia's players were dazed and lost, with many sitting on the ground with their heads buried between their legs, and some lying on the lawn with their hands over their faces.

Only Baggio, Pep Guardiola, Gibbiagio and Mazzoni shuttled around the pitch, next to each other to comfort the young players.

"Zhang, it's just a game, don't take it personally." Baggio walked over to Zhang Shu's side and whispered relief. "Get up, we're going to shake hands with our opponents."

Zhang Shu lay motionless on the ground, his head clamped between the sides with his two arms, and buried his face in the lawn. He's been doing it since the referee blew the whistle for the end of the match.

Baggio crouched down and put his hand on Zhang Shu's back.

"What's wrong? Crying? "It's just a group game, there are four games left, and we're not eliminated yet." ”

Zhang Shu was still lying on his stomach, and Baggio felt a slight twitch in his palm because of the other party's breathing.

"Are you really crying?" He stopped laughing.

"Not really!" Zhang Shu's muffled voice came from under the lawn.

"Alright, alright." Baggio sat down on the turf and gently patted Zhang Shu on the back with his hand. He didn't say anything more, and at this moment, he knew that the boy didn't need and didn't want to hear anything more from him.

"I'm fine, Robbie."

After a long time, Zhang Shu's voice came out from below again.

"Good. I'm going to see Tony. Baggio nodded, then remembered that Zhang Shu couldn't see it, so he patted Zhang Shu on the back with his hand again, then stood up from the lawn and walked to the other teammates.

When Baggio was far away, Zhang Shu raised his head a little, put his right arm between the lawn and his face, wiped his face with his jersey, and then got up from the ground.

Aside from some sticky grass clippings and a somewhat red nose and eyes, he looked no different than usual.

A TV cameraman stood in front of him with a camera, and Zhang Shu felt a little unnatural, so he turned around and left the other party with a back.

"I don't want it anymore... Feel the feeling of failure! ”

Zhang Shu raised his head and looked directly at the big screen above the court, where the red 0:1 was as bright as blood. (To be continued.) )