In the face of rude questioning, Simon King opened the other party's hand and said unhappily, "Say you."

Seeing that the two coaches were likely to make a move, the referee hurriedly separated the two and said sharply: "If you have the ability, you can win and lose on the court, what kind of system is it to fight here?"

Amorim let go of his hand and said coldly, "Okay, then divide the win and loss on the field, do you dare?"

"What wouldn't I dare?" Simon King sneered.

"Okay! Then it's decided!"

With that, Ammorim waved his hand to his teammates, and then took the initiative to walk over to Mateus, leading the group back to the coach's seat.

Ferro followed him and said, "Sir, you are so witty, in this case, I believe the referee will be embarrassed to punish you again."

A flash of smugness flashed in Amorim's eyes, and he whispered, "It's time to switch to our secret weapon!"

Ferro exclaimed, "You want to replace him? But that's for Porto and Benfica!"

Amorim shook his head and said, "I can't wait, Vixena's strength has exceeded my expectations."

Ferro nodded helplessly, walked briskly back to the bench, and beckoned to a small player.

"Gonsalves, you're going to play early."

On the other side, Simon King formed a circle of players: "Kofikoo, for the sake of the team, I have to replace you, I'm sorry."

"Yes, yes sir." Despite saying this, Kofikoou still inevitably felt unhappy in his heart, after all, he had only just played.

"You know, it's not your problem." Simon King is a little sorry.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Seeing that the other party was still depressed, Simon King quickly motioned to Armando to calm the other party before looking back at the other team members.

"Aidara replaces Coffey and Claudemere plays at the back. Keida went up front and Thomas went back to midfield."

"The team switched to 4122, and after winning the ball, Tyxela was the center, Keida was responsible for cutting forward, Moreirazze should share the ball or shoot from distance, and Thomas was in the middle."

"In addition, Camille continues to keep one-on-one with Santos and Julio returns to traditional full-back."

After some arrangement, the referee showed yellow cards to the coaches of both sides, and the penalty kick in Lisbon was also scored by Mateus himself.

Immediately afterwards, Sporting Lisbon, for part, raised the substitution card, and Tabata was replaced.

Seeing this scene, Simon King's brows tightened.

He looked at Armando and said, "Sir, didn't this Gonsalves, who was replaced, say that he was injured?"

Armando shook his head and said, "This player has a lot of characteristics, and the opponent may have tried to hide his tactics before."

As he was talking, Thomas, who was not very good in the midfield position, lost possession shortly after kick-off.

Gonçalves, who had just come on the pitch and had been standing on the left side, ran to the middle at some point, picked up the ball successfully, and then chose to dribble directly in the middle.

At the same time, Figo in the stands exclaimed, "Beautiful, this oxtail looks like me!"

"It's still worse than you, but it's already amazing."

Before the words were finished, Gonsalves saw that after dribbling past Claudemere, he directly passed the ball from the feet of the opponent's left central defender and stuffed the ball to Santos, the right winger who was inserted at high speed.

Santos was targeted the whole game and looked excited when he finally got the ball.

I saw that he first dribbled the ball towards the baseline, and after seeing Camille start, he suddenly knocked the ball behind him with his heel.

Immediately afterward, he quickly turned around and delivered a cross with his left foot.

"Good shot!"

In Figo's excitement, the ball arced through the air and floated towards the far post of Vichena.

And at this moment, the audience suddenly found that Gonçalves, who was still organizing the attack and had just distributed the ball, appeared at the far point of the penalty area again at some point.

And there is no one to defend it!

At this moment, everyone's hearts were cold.

In the stands with a capacity of 6,000 fans, war drums were stopped, handkerchiefs were unwaved, and frustration filled the stadium.

No one screamed anymore, let alone screamed, some just sighed in resignation, and some just beat their chests unwillingly.

Simon King said angrily, "What about Julio? That's where he is!"

When he looked again, Julio was on the line of the penalty area, while the opposition left-back Radu was lying next to him, and it was clear that the two had just collided.

At this moment, the ball has fallen, Gonsalves is glued to the ball, and he is about to shake his head on the spot to attack the goal!

At the critical moment, Ifu had already reached the rear point, he opened his arms sharply, enlarged his body as much as possible, and then jumped in the direction of Gonsalves.

"Bang!"

Gonsalves headed the ball, and the ball was knocked out by Ifu, who was leaping in the air.

Although Slimani was in front of goal, he was fortunate to have only nine and just as he was about to make a stoppage, Fernandes had already taken the lead and kicked the ball over the heads of everyone again.

"Whew!"

Six thousand fans, at the same time, breathed a sigh of relief.

In the Vizela Stadium, which was as silent as an ice kiln, their excited shouts and applause once again rang out.

"Ifu! Well done!"

"Come on Ifu! You're the best!"

In the midst of the congratulations, Efu jumped high to pick the ball, then looked at the players and shouted, "Focus! What are you doing?"

Julio got up and stretched out his hand to signal to him, but Claudemir ran straight to Gonsalves and said, "You can't score this?"

Gonsalves glanced at him, the corners of his mouth twitching with a hint of mockery, and strode away.

Seeing that the other party was not fooled, Claudemere motioned for Efu to pass the ball to him.

After winning the ball, opposition striker Slimani pressed up immediately, and Claudemere found Moreira with a short through ball to his right front.

Pressed by Mateus, Moreira kept the ball to his left and made a short through ball to Julio's feet.

At this moment, Gonçalves, who had almost scored the ball just now, suddenly cut diagonally from the middle.

Julio was in a hurry, so he could only choose to open his foot and hoist the ball towards Tyxela in the frontcourt.

Seeing this situation, Simon King didn't want to use it and knew that the ball was definitely going to change hands.

But what made him even more alarmed was Gonçalves, who had just come on the pitch, because he had given up the left winger position at the moment, and suddenly ran back to the middle, and retreated all the way to the halfway line.

"Bang!"

Julio's long ball was headed high by Koateis and the ball was picked up by Gabbiadini before it went straight to Mateus.

Seeing that his own midfielder won the ball, Gonçalves did not choose to cut forward like a traditional attacking player, he continued to run backwards until he was level with Mateus, and then took the initiative to take the ball.

At this time, Thomas gave up the marking of Gabbiadini and turned his head to rush to Gonçalves, who had the ball, and Moreira also chased after him, intending to directly attack him in the opponent's backfield.