Camille dribbled across the halfway line and Keida was the first to get forward and run back, while Thomas also rushed out from the right side of Tyxella.

Such a run was not strange, but Pedrinho, who was in charge of keeping an eye on Marco Paulo, fell into contemplation and doubt at this moment!

Because Marco Paul behaved abnormally, he did not follow the forward, but ran behind Camille with the speed of a sprint.

"Everyone else is running forward, why is it that Mark Paul is running backwards?"

"Shouldn't everyone run forward after a quick assault like this breakthrough?"

What does that mean? What is the other party's idea? ”

In the midst of her struggle, Camille had already taken the ball to their 40-metre zone.

Defender Virto immediately shouted: "Pedrinho, stand up to him!" ”

Pedrinho woke up from a dream, quickly took a few big strides, rushed to Camille's right front, and deliberately left half a forward position for the opponent, ready to induce the opponent to break through and use his body to form a tackle.

But Camille didn't want to break through at all, in fact, in Simon King's tactics, the front court was not allowed to break through.

Seeing that the opponent was not fooled, Pedrinho quickly adjusted his pace and prepared to block from the front, even if he couldn't grab the ball, at least he could block Camille's direct pass.

At that moment, the sound of a pass rang out.

"Bang."

Camille didn't hesitate to make a short through ball behind him, and the ball found its way to the unguarded Marco Paul.

Pedrinho was shocked, and secretly said in his heart: "Marco Paul's sudden backrun, could it be that the other party has arranged it a long time ago?" It can't be! ”

Unfortunately, this is what is arranged, because Vixner's game will always be in front of and behind the ball carrier, and there will be at least two people who can receive short direct passes.

After catching the ball, Marco Paul passed directly forward, and the ball came to the feet of Thomas, who had just cut in and was fruitless, and then immediately returned to the feet of Thomas at high speed.

Thomas cut in to win himself the ball and also took the opposition left centre-back out of the box.

Seeing this, the center forward Teksaila immediately stepped forward and ran behind the opponent's left central defender.

In the face of Teksaila's sudden forward, right central defender Lucas subconsciously chose to follow.

The left central defender, who was aware of the danger, also stopped at this time and began to turn around and run.

Seeing that the two central defenders chose to retreat, the defender Vitor immediately rushed at Thomas, trying to disrupt the attack with a tackle.

But Wischer's training with a pass showed its value at this moment.

In the face of the incoming ball, Thomas did not adjust at all, and he had a vision of 13, in front of the big penalty area, with his back to the goal, and half-turned with his left foot to drop the ball.

"Woo......"

The ball struck and roared in the air.

Vitor secretly screamed "Oh no", and when he wanted to turn around and chase after him, he saw Lucas, who had been out of position, no longer following Texela at this time, but striding to the right side of the small penalty area.

"It's dangerous...... Good thing to have you, old man! ”

Seeing this, Vitor breathed a long sigh of relief.

He slowed slightly, ready to fine-tune his breath, and then went over to answer.

However, at this moment, the helpless shouts of the commentator were heard, and they came from the sky over the court again.

"Here we go again! It's Lucas's dislocation again! ”

"The opposing winger Keida has once again come in!"

I have to say that the narrator at this time seems to have become numb.

When I looked again, I saw that Keida had already plugged in from the flank at high speed, and in front of him was the goalkeeper who was attacking and blocking, in front of him was the right-back who was adducting inside, and in front of the right was Lucas who rushed back to save the danger.

"Shot? Or is it a ball? ”

Keida's brain was running at high speed, and his composure at 14 made him able to cope calmly in the midst of the four bread sandwiches.

"Forcing a shot, scoring is unlikely, giving it to Teksela and it's easy to be ruined by Lucas."

"Forget it, there must be my own people behind me......"

Keida touched the ground with his left foot, jumped upwards and stepped in front of the ball with his right foot.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the on-site commentary was completely impressed by Vixana's wonderful cooperation, and there was no longer contempt and hostility in his mouth, and he even sent out an admiring ode.

"Long eyes behind the head? It turned out to be a heel pass! ”

"Wow! The ball found Thomas with precision! It's amazing! ”

Before the words fell, Thomas led the ball in front of him with his right foot, and shot directly with the instep of his foot!

"Woo......"

The ball spins at high speed, creating a wonderful arc in the air......

"Boom!"

The post is shaking and the ball is bouncing into the net!

Three to zero!

"Again...... Entered again...... How did you get in again? ”

After conceding the goal again, the Barcelona stadium fell silent again.

No one wants to blame each other anymore, and no fans want to continue to cheer.

Because the goal that trembled violently seemed to be a true portrayal of their hearts - trembling, fear, and overwhelmed!

At this moment, in the hearts of all Gil Vicente fans, there is only one voice: "Is this really Vichena?" Or rather...... Is it because our team is not in good shape? ”

As fans, there's nothing wrong with what they think.

Because of Wischer's three goals, it has neither flashy coordination nor rich offensive routines.

None of them even scored in a state of continuous attack!

"That's right, it's definitely not a good team!"

"Three mistakes and three goals, it seems that luck is not on our side!"

In the sighs of the fans, even Figo and Rui Costa in front of the TV thought it was an abnormal match.

"Didn't Gil Vicente prepare for the summer? It feels like the players are out of shape. ”

"It's not just that they're out of shape, they're like a bunch of schoolboys, they don't look like they know how to play football at all."

"Alas...... Simon King's luck is really good, I wanted to see what he can do, but now it's good...... A boring stroke of luck. ”

"Let's go, let's play billiards, this game is boring."

……

In the conference room of the Football Association, several directors breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the third goal.

"This kid is lucky, I was worried that they would be broken before the game."

"That's the best, you don't have to do it with the referee! You don't know, I'm so torn out for this game. ”

Gomez ignored his companion's rejoicing, he got up and left, and before leaving, he said: "In the next game, don't arrange for the referee to help, let me see how far he can go!" ”

……

On Porto's side, Conceição's team had already scored two goals at this time.

But Conceição was so unhappy that he was already in the dugout, watching Vixner's game on his phone.

But just as the third goal was scored, his cell phone rang.

"Conceição, is this the result of my ten million?"

The caller is naturally Edward, the CEO of Wannian Group.

Ever since he had been in Vizela's restaurant as an extra, he had seen Simon King as an enemy in his heart.

"No, no, no...... It was an accident, I watched them and all three goals were luck, Gil Vicente's bad form. ”

"Is it true?"

Edward was unhappy, partly because he had spent money, and partly because he had already arrived at Barcelos and was thinking about humiliating Simon King in front of him after the match.

"Of course it's true! As you can see, they didn't have an organized active attack, they all relied on stealing! ”

"Well, you're right! Simon King is a thief, not only stealing balls, but also beautiful women. ”

"Beauty?"

Conceição couldn't figure out what the other party meant, so he could only continue: "There is still a long time to go in the league, this is the first game, and he can't always have good luck." ”

"Okay, next game they play Braga, that's your second-tier rivals, do you think they can win?"

"Of course you can, sir, Braga's strength is only slightly lower than ours, and you will definitely win."

"Okay, I got it."