After returning to the away team's dugout, Losalino smugly said to Amorim, "I've humiliated Simon King, and he's going to want to kill me now!"

"So what?" Amorim asked.

"He's a piece of waste who doesn't understand football, he doesn't understand tactics, and what do you think he's going to do in anger?"

"Will you attack like crazy? But they are already lagging behind, so they will naturally attack?"

"No, no, no! A person who doesn't even understand basic tactical theories, isn't his offense looking for death? So we just have to keep the ball and the next goal will come."

"Well done!"

Listening to the other party's words, Amorim's face lit up again, and he strode to the sidelines, telling the players to press the opponent in the backfield.

But the funny thing is that Losalino is indeed a frog, and the kind of "frog with a well on his back" in Simon King's mouth.

This small episode did not hit Simon King's strong self-confidence at all.

This young man, who has been full of wounds along the way, has long been invulnerable.

He laughed and looked at the players, holding out two pinky fingers to them.

After receiving the head coach's code, the whole team immediately cheered up and looked at the substitution card.

Claudemere raised his eyebrows at Fernandez, and the other party immediately understood, and the two of them unconsciously got closer.

As the whistle blew as the game continued, Sporting Lisbon, at the behest of the manager, began to press hard, apparently wanting to score another goal and seal the win.

But along with them were their opponent Vixna.

The two groups of people were like samurai fighting on the battlefield, and they chose to run towards each other's half of the field together.

However, although they are both running, in fact, the purpose of both sides is completely different.

Lisbon, on the other hand, wanted to be able to run and press the opponent at the back, so that they could gain space and time to handle the ball calmly.

But for Verchena, they were simply playing the traditional way of playing.

At this moment, they don't want to grab the ball right away, nor do they want to force their opponents to retreat with forward press.

They just have to grab the position, to grab the forbidden lines that have been set, so that the prepared passing lines are left to the opponent.

After coming and going, both teams have their own gains.

Sporting Lisbon's wingers did press into the opposition's 35-metre zone and their full-backs made their way to the halfway line.

But Vixena got what he wanted, and under Teksera's rampage, he forced the ball back to centre-back Koates.

Seeing that the target, who had been set to be exploited before the game, got the ball, Thomas strode forward, and with his current work commitment and stamina, which is currently as high as 20, directly blocked the possibility of the opponent's left-hand ball.

Texela was also fully engaged, running straight to the right of Koyates and not letting him pass the ball to right centre-back Persinghe.

Seeing that no one on the other side came to grab him, Koates, who has a habit of "liking to take the ball out of the danger zone", seems to have been given a very comfortable space.

He proudly dribbled forward and made his way to the halfway point of the halfway line and the penalty area.

But what he didn't expect was that as early as the moment he dribbled the ball, the opponent's Kida, who had been operating on the side, had quietly moved to the middle of the left wing.

Like an ambushed killer, his eyes unblinking, waiting for his prey to arrive.

A few seconds later, Moreira gave up on Mateus and ran diagonally towards him from the left front of Kouates.

With Moreira not running very fast, Koates felt he still had room to dribble the ball and took a step forward to the right.

At this moment, Kida, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly rushed from the side to the middle.

Right-back Isgao was too late to warn him, but Koates felt a gust of wind behind him, and when he looked again, Keida had already kicked the ball to Kingel and he himself was already striding forward.

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Artes's heart was cold in an instant.

As a star among stars, recognised as the league's number one centre-back, he knows his own characteristics far better than anyone else.

If you talk about frontal defense, positioning, marking, tackles, headers...... If these jobs are a piece of cake for him, then chasing the ball and competing for speed is his biggest shortcoming!

After winning the ball, Kinkel did not choose to pass to Moreira, let alone pass the ball back safely.

With the blessing of multiple skills, although his vision and passing are only 15, it is enough for him to make the right choice.

"Bang!"

Kinkel lifted his leg to kick the ball, and the ball arced through the air and floated towards Teksaila, who retreated to meet on the left flank.

Right centre-back Aung Palminghe saw through Vichera's intentions and decisively opted to step up to get the ball out of the air before Tyxela could get his hands on it.

If Simon King had appeared before, his choice would have been effective.

After all, in terms of strength, he was the same as Tyxela at that time, both at 16 points.

As for bounce, his 16-point bounce power is far above that of 13-point Teksera.

But now, it is impossible for him to fight for this ball anymore, because now Teksaila, his bounce is also 16, and his strength has far surpassed that of the opponent.

What's more, he also took the position in advance!

Seeing Palsingha running from behind, Tekela narrowed his pupils slightly, and he subconsciously lowered his center of gravity, preparing to top the ball to Kida who was inserted behind him while blocking the opponent.

But just as he was about to take off, a bold thought arose in the heart of the former genius: "Why should I jump?"

Thinking of this, Teksella, who had already felt Persina's body, directly chose to retreat behind him.

This retreat is like a giant elephant moving, and like a blue whale turning over.

Persingha was so overwhelmed by the opponent's strong force that he couldn't jump at all, and even almost fell on the spot.

"Why don't you fight for the top? What are you doing?"

Amid the frustrated scolding of head coach Ammorim, Persingha watched as Teksela stopped the ball with his chest and leaned on himself to turn around and take the ball towards the box.

Seeing this, left centre-back Inacio was once again forced to move to the middle.

Kida, on the other hand, cleverly ran in the direction the other party came from, and suddenly it became a partial two-on-one situation.

In the stands, Figo spoke again, as if he was looking at the shadow of his youth, and gave a heartfelt praise to Keida's movement: "This player named Keda is very good, don't look at him doesn't touch the ball much, but every time he runs, he is very threatening."

Deco nodded, "It's kind of like Pauletta."

Pauletta is the main striker of Portugal's golden generation.

He was a technical player who wasn't very fast, but he was very smart and always found a vacancy.

Listening to Deco's words, Figo seemed to think of his old friend, and his vision became profound, as if he recalled the past.

Suddenly, he turned to Deco and said, "I want to play football, why don't we organize a charity game?"

"Yes! Let Simon King be our head coach!"

"Great idea!"