“SHOOT！” The Lisbon TV announcer finally reacted and ranted frantically at the microphone in front of him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nkoufo, who quickly cut into the box, did not stop the ball, followed the incoming ball, and fired a low shot directly into the back corner of the goal.

"Knock on the door!" His partner's extremely explosive voice also exploded suddenly, making people's blood boil.

The ball that Nkoufer had drawn was clinging to the ground and flying quickly to the right side of the goal. Focused Boavista goalkeeper Jose Ferreira took a step forward the moment Nkufo stepped into the box, and by that time Nkoufer was already on his feet to volley. And this is completely in line with Jose Ferreira's judgment, so he fell to the ground sideways, and his outstretched left hand happened to touch the rolling ball.

"Smack!" The ball slammed into José Ferreira's left palm, and the ball suddenly changed direction and rolled off the line against the post in the back corner of the goal.

"Oh, it's dangerous! Sporting Mafra almost scored the goal of Boavista, and if this goal is scored, then their lead will be extended to two goals, which is simply too dangerous! The commentator of Lisbon TV said with trepidation, "Although we have just pulled a goal back, the boys of Boavista still have to cheer up, otherwise, Mafra Sporting will be in trouble if they score again!" ”

"Damn! It's not a goal! George Pyshaw on the sidelines saw that the goal had not been scored, and he jumped to his feet in anger, and even began to complain about God's unfairness.

"San Jose Ferreira - San Jose Ferreira-" After seeing with his own eyes the veteran who still had a lot of juice save the must-have goal, the stadium resounded with the shouts of the Boavista fans, and José Ferreira became their hero at this time.

Shortly after that, the half-time game was over. Lisbon side Sporting Mafra will be one goal ahead of Boavista at home stadium. Although Boavista launched a very ferocious attack in the second half of the first half, the Mafra Sporting Club team did not allow the away Boavista to take any advantage, but instead they played a good counterattack and almost extended the score again. This situation made Govia feel a little unhappy, because his disciples looked too proud after scoring a goal, and they were almost stretched by their opponents again. At the end of the first half, Philippe Govia smashed the drinking water bottle in his hand on the pitch and then walked away.

This stunned the fans and players in the stadium, who had never seen Filip Govia so angry. The Boavista players all looked at each other, then silently lowered their heads and slowly walked towards their locker room. On the other hand, the Mafra Athletic players had a smile on their faces and were very happy to be able to lead Boavista at home. However, their head coach, George Pyshaw, did not seem to be very satisfied, and when he came off the pitch, George Pyrshaw also kicked the dugout hard before walking to his dressing room.

"Hahaha...... It's interesting, it's very interesting. It seems that the managers of both teams are not satisfied with the game, and I think the managers of both teams must have a lot to say when Hughes is in midfield, and the players of both teams must be ready to face the head coach. The commentator of Lisbon TV saw the reaction of the managers of both sides, and laughed: "I think the second half of the game will definitely be very exciting, and the second half of the game is the real gladiatorial arena, look forward to it, the audience and friends look forward to it, this second half is definitely the most exciting half of the game." ”

"Haha, indeed, this game is starting to get interesting. The reactions of both managers have already decided the course of this game and there is reason to believe it will be a classic game. We can also wait and wait for the good game to come. His partner then said.

Seeing the players from both sides walking into the locker room, the enthusiasm of the fans on the scene did not diminish in any way, and they shouted wildly. The fans of Boavista sang their team anthem, the Song of the Panthers. At this time, the black panther was so pathetic, as if it was a hero's tears, and it seemed to be a sad song of the battlefield, like crying and complaining, which made people cry.

In Boavista's dressing room, Govia had stripped off his gray blazer and wore only a white shirt, with his hands on his hips and his head down, pacing back and forth. At this time, the players of Boavista sat in front of their wardrobes one by one, their heads bowed deeply, and they didn't dare to let out of their atmosphere. Because the anger of Govia when he took off his coat and slammed it on the ground was deeply imprinted in the hearts of all Boavista players.

This was the first time they had seen Govia vent his anger like this, at least in Chen Jianhao's eyes. At this time, Chen Jianhao's head was lowered deeply, and the sweat on his forehead slowly slid down his face and dripped down.

"Tick!" The sound of sweat dripping down and falling on the arm was clear in the dressing room of Boa Vista.

Hearing this voice, the nerves of all the players in Boavista suddenly tensed, and their bodies trembled slightly. There are even people with slightly raised heads, secretly observing the situation in the locker room with the corners of their eyes raised. However, in an instant, the strange and heavy atmosphere in the dressing room weighed down their heads, and they all buried their heads deeply, and they could only hear the sound of "ticking tock".

Filip Govia still didn't speak, and the whole halftime had passed in this atmosphere for ten minutes, but Filip Govia still didn't mean to speak, and still kept pacing there. All the Boavista players were confused in their heads, and they understood what the manager meant.

"Teach...... "At this time, as the captain of the team, Quilos seemed to have made great determination, and then slowly raised his head, stared at Philippe Govia with a pair of trembling eyes, and weakly reminded.......

Hearing the shout, Govia's footsteps suddenly stopped, which made Queilos's heart thump, his nerves tensed, and a trace of cold sweat involuntarily oozed from his forehead. All the Boavista players in the stadium tensed up at this moment, waiting for the storm to come. However, the roar and roar that everyone imagined did not come. Govia's body paused for a few tens of seconds, and then he began pacing again, ignoring Quairos. Although Govia didn't think the team would win the title or even be promoted until this stage of the season, there is no reason why they can't play at their best. If you wantonly let your own goal be bombed by the opponent, then it is better to go home early, what's the point of playing this kind of game?

Seeing Govia's movements, everyone suddenly exhaled deeply, their hanging hearts suddenly relaxed, and the pressure in their hearts was much less. However, just as they were lucky to breathe, their hearts were instantly filled with disappointment, why didn't Mr. Manager set up the tactics for the second half of the game? Could it be that he has already given up on this game?

"Coach...... I know we didn't play up to par in the first half and you weren't happy. However, now is not the time to get angry, we should discuss the tactics of the second half of the game, so that we can pull the game back in the second half of the game and get back to our track....... At this time, Quilos was no longer a football player, but more like a member of the death squad in World War II.

Govia suddenly stopped when he heard Queilos's words, then sat down, turned his head slightly and smiled contemptuously, and asked, "Arrange tactics?" Are you sure? ”

"Of course, didn't they all do that before?" Hearing the manager's question, Quilos wondered, didn't everyone do this before? How could such a strange question be asked today?

"Tactics, do they really work for you?" Govia's expression changed suddenly, and he was like an angry lion at this time, and suddenly roared, startling all the players in Boavista, "Look, what did you play in the first half?" , **** is not as good! Dare to say tactical? Did you execute the tactics I laid out before the game? Did you think about tactics in the first half? What did you do in the first half? You say, is it still useful to lay out tactics? Useless! It's all goddamn useless! You're a bunch of rookies who are proud of the slightest hint of sweetness! So what else do you need tactics for? ”

Suddenly, Govia stood up from his seat, his head stubborn, his eyes scanning the players tightly, and yelled.

Hearing such a sharp passage from Philippe Govia, all the players of Boavista were stunned, they had never seen such a rude head coach, and the previous Govia was more like a person who was so elegant that he didn't look like a football coach in the eyes of everyone. But now, Govia's roar completely upended the image in their minds.

"What are you doing? Do you accept the title of 'rookie'? Very good, really my good disciple! "We are ashamed of your parents, whose children turned out to be a bunch of smug rubbish!" Very good, very good! ”

"We are not waste! Instructor! Hearing the manager's roar, all the Boavista players chanted one after another, and the sound was like thunder in the spring, shocking.

"What's the use of howling? Do you think that a howl can change everyone's opinion of you? Take it seriously, don't get complacent, and win this game! Do you understand? ”

"Understood! Kill them! The Boavista players roared like hungry beasts, and the Mafra team was the food for them. Their eyes shimmered crimson, as if they were about to swallow the Mafra Athletic team in an instant. At this time, the half-time break was also about to end, so the Boavista players roared like a pack of hungry wolves and rushed onto the field. (To be continued.) )