"How so! Didn't our left winger come back to defend? ”

Hearing the shouts of his opponent, Otavio immediately turned his head to look, but before he could find his team's left winger Kossa, the unguarded Marco Paulo had already made a short through pass to his left rear.

"Postback? Such a good chance to cross, he actually passed back? Oh...... It's no wonder that he has a back midfielder, and it seems that he doesn't know how to cross! ”

Seeing that Marco Paul made the wrong choice, Otavio just mentioned that his heart finally fell back at this time, because he knew very well that Moreira, who was still near here and wanted to receive the ball, had already inserted into the penalty area and must have been targeted at this time.

But alas, Otavio only knows one thing, not the other.

Although it is said that Moreira has been inserted into the penalty area, the Bonati who was originally inserted at high speed on the left side did not know when, he ran back again!

"What's going on! How did Bonatti end up here? Wasn't he on the left just now? ”

In desperation, Otavio quickly pounced on Bonati and shouted, "Want to shoot from a distance?" Leave me ......"

The shouting stopped abruptly.

Because Ponatti didn't want to shoot from a distance at all, in fact he no longer had the ability to shoot from a distance.

He just slid the ball in front of his left, and the seemingly forgotten Tyxela had already been able to get a defended kick near the penalty spot under the help of Keida's run.

The person who defended him was, of course, Uribe.

As a player who is mainly responsible for defense in the double midfield, he must enter the penalty area at this moment, so as to reduce the space in the penalty area.

However, Teksela can still get up on his feet, as he started out on the left rear of Bonati.

It is precisely because of this strange way of running that he is almost forgotten by the opposing defenders!

In the forbidden area, more than a dozen blue and black legs are moving at high speed.

I don't know whose shout it was, and there was a bit of anxiety and nervousness in the hurry.

With frost in his eyes, he knew it was a precious and rare opportunity, and he knew how much he needed a goal like this.

In this moment, he thought about some of the past, and the images that had made him feel humiliated flew out of his mind like a movie......

"It's that person, he thinks he's still a genius, it's funny, it's just a piece of waste."

"You still want a raise? What we regret most now is that we didn't sell you in the first place! Also a raise? Would it be good to add you to run 10 laps more? ”

"Dad, why aren't you playing? Are they telling the truth? Are you really not good enough? ”

Soon, the scene of seeing Simon King for the first time also appeared in front of his eyes......

"No...... I can't...... In the past they said I was the future of Portugal, but what about the result...... I can't even play in the first division. ”

"I don't allow you to say that about yourself! I'll let you play as the main striker, and I'll let your name spread all over the continent. ”

……

"Spread all over the continent?"

"No...... Instructor! No...... Mr! ”

"I, Teksera, will be your warrior for the rest of my life!"

The emotions that have been accumulated for a long time are like a nuclear bomb that has been detonated.

Tyxela's right leg contains hatred for all kinds of insults in the past, all the guilt for his wife and daughter, and even more - all the love for Simon King's kindness!

"I'm no longer the dusty blade of your mouth!"

"I'm Tek Saila!"

"I'm going to be the sharpest sword in all of Portugal for you!"

"Bang!"

The sound of a huge kick of the ball wafted throughout the stadium.

Under the noses of the 50,000 fans in the stadium, the ball grazed the soles of Uribe's feet like a cannonball, and rushed into the lower right corner of the goal frame.

"Entered?"

"Entered!"

At this moment, Teksaila clenched her fists and roared angrily.

His face was purple because of the upsurge of qi and blood.

His short red hair, invented in the light, was hideous and terrifying.

In front of the TV, twins Pasha and Alice, accompanied by their mother Sandy, witnessed the goal.

Two beautiful and lovely little girls shed bitter tears for their once-humiliated father at an age when they were ignorant of the world.

"That's Dad, he's not not good enough, he's the best!"

"Yes, your father is the most brilliant, and I love him! Love you too. ”

Sandy, of course, cried too, and she hugged her two daughters tightly, tears like a stream, sliding down her slightly old face and wetting the children's collars.

……

In the Dragon Stadium, the bitter voices of the two commentators floated lonely over the field.

"The opponent actually scored a goal......

"From the number 21, a great shot from Tyxela."

"We paid the price for the slow heat."

"Thankfully, the game has only just started and we still have more than 80 minutes to go, which is enough to overtake them."

"I didn't expect this former genius to be able to regain his life."

"No, no, no, he doesn't know how to play as a striker at all, how can a striker play like him?"

"Yes, the goal just now was indeed a bit of luck. The ball bounced off the bottom of Uribe's foot and changed direction. ”

"Yes, fans, let's cheer for the team!"

More than ten seconds later, the dragon stadium shouted again.

Tyxela ran in front of Simon King, expressionless on her face.

"Thank you, sir!"

From the change in the expression on his face, Simon King already knew that the genius who used to be full of self-confidence was back!

"Teksella, I said it, I will let your name spread throughout the continent of Europa!"

Simon King's expression became unusually firm as Teksaila awakened.

He knew very well that the three previous goals of Teksaila were all natural products.

The talent, whose self-confidence is gradually recovering, will have to rely on a strong performance against the league champions to truly find his former self.

"You did it!"

"Nope! I'm still far from it! ”

Tyxela used all her strength to hold Simon King into his arms, and his black bear-like physique almost strangled Simon King to death.

"Brother, cold ...... Calm down! ”

Bonatti, who rushed over to celebrate, grabbed Tyxela's hand for the first time, he really didn't want to see Simon King's embarrassment when he appeared in the first game.

Mark Paul shouted, "All right, stay focused, long live Vixerna!" ”

"Hooray!"

……

In the stands, Futrey was about to cry.

Because he not only bought Porto to win, but also bought the home team to score first.

On the social networking site, Deco, a famous person who didn't watch the competition, was trying to take a photo of the handicrafts he had just made and posted them on the Internet, and then suddenly found that the website couldn't be opened.

He turned on the TV and saw that Portuguese national television was broadcasting a breaking message:

"Hit by an unknown large number of registered users from the East, the servers of all the social networking sites in Portugal are currently overloaded and cannot be used. The specific cause is still under investigation. ”