I am Quaresma

"God! Pepe actually made a throat lock on the opponent!"

"Does he think he is practicing martial arts?"

"This action is too irrational, too amateur, and may even lead to him being sent off!"

"Sure enough, the referee drew his card, it's a red card!"

"Only in the 8th minute of the game, Porto midfielder Pepe got a red card!"

"The game situation has been extremely unfavorable for Porto, the fans are about to cry!"

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The commentators did not expect the climax of the game to be staged not long after the game started, and they were more excited than each other.

Quaresma looked at Pepe who was still arguing with the referee, not knowing what to say.

In Porto's original starting lineup today, the midfield was very thin, and the three major midfielders were all injured. Pepe was brought up to play as a single midfielder.

The defense in the middle is definitely not so tight. The current strategy is to fight with the opponent to attack. It doesn't matter if you lose a few behind, as long as you make sure to make more progress than your opponent.

But no one could have imagined that Pepe's mind was twitching just a few minutes into the opening.

One time, he was fighting for a header with his opponent, and he jumped up and found that his opponent was making a small move. Pepe's brain became hot, and he made a throat lock directly behind his back. God knows what he thought at that time.

If it weren't for the fact that he was not very strong in the air and fell quickly, Pepe would have strangled him to death.

Needless to say, unless the referee did not see it, such an action would definitely not escape the penalty of a red card.

Sure enough, the referee ignored the Porto player's defense at all, and directly gave Pepe a red card and sent him off the field.

The house leak happened to be raining all night. Seeing Pepe walking down in dejection, Adrianse on the sidelines was furious.

What's up with this game?

There was no midfield in the first place, so Pepe was brought up because he hoped that he would be able to take on the work of sweeping in the midfield, but who would have thought that Pepe didn't play football and changed his kung fu. The throat-locking posture would require more What a standard!

Not only is there no midfielder now, but one player has to be played, and it is strange that Porto does not lose.

If he didn't know Pepe, Quaresma would have thought he was collecting black money.

What should we do now?

Still fighting with opponents?

It's hard to ride a tiger!

Damn, I knew I wouldn't fool Pepe into practicing martial arts!

Just when Quaresma, like his teammates, complained about Pepe's recklessness, Adriance had already started shouting on the sidelines, giving the latest tactical instructions.

"Don't worry about it so much, it's hard to defend anyway, we still fight hard to attack, the forwards don't have to go back to defend, and Quaresma doesn't have to fight, save physical energy and use it when counterattacking!"

"Don't care if you lose the ball or not, even if we lose, we have to let the opponent lose his temper!"

Adriance is also a violent temper. At this time, he is not conservative at all, and he is completely risky.

Quaresma nodded when he heard the words, with a smile on his face, twisted his neck, turned back to the court, and passed the coach's instructions to his teammates.

attack!

Keep fighting!

Adriance's arrogance has infected the players. Indeed, there is really no need to look ahead at this time.

Defense is dead, but offense still has a chance!

Fight him upside down.

It seems that everyone's eyes are burning with flaming flames, gathering together, and the fire is soaring into the sky.

It was like a group of hungry wolves, at the juncture of life and death, the last energy erupted, charging towards the Lion King, either dead or alive.

Quaresma was also rarely serious, putting away his cynicism.

As his good friend, Pepe's brain is twitching, so Quaresma will help him make up for his fault. This is what a good brother should do.

Guimaraes is indeed good, but in front of Porto, he is not qualified to be called a lion, even if Porto has one less player now.

Without listening to Adriance's words, Quaresma couldn't watch his teammates desperately in front of him. Without a few of them participating in the defense, Porto's situation was in jeopardy.

Accompanied by the passionate background music in his chest, Quaresma moved, like a bolt of lightning, rushing towards the opponent's midfielder with the ball, and the terrifying speed even made one exclaim, wanting to. Shout along with his charge.

It seemed like a charge from hell.

However, with Quaresma's current defensive ability, such an exciting charge is more like a bluff. Everyone knows that in addition to scaring people, Quaresma will only use his eyes to defend.

Therefore, opponents can easily pass Quaresma, or pass the ball out and make Quaresma come back without success.

Maybe when Quaresma usually rushes for the ball in the game and is played by his opponents, the fans just smile knowingly and regard it as Quaresma's funny daily life. It doesn't matter if you come down.

But now, Quaresma's back in the solitary sprint makes people feel tragic and solemn, like a late hero who still pursues his true heart.

Pepe supported the side wall of the player tunnel, his eyes were red, and it was not until this moment that he knew what he might have brought to the team.

Compared to Quaresma, who was still running tirelessly, Pepe felt like a bastard, a complete bastard.

Brother, help me win the game!

Please!

Quaresma couldn't hear Pepe's cry from the depths of his soul, but he still had no fear or discouragement. Even if his sprint seemed meaningless to everyone, he still insisted. Your own ideas, contribute everything you can.

Sorry, I can't watch!

Quaresma's tragic infect everyone, including his two forward teammates.

Postiga and Fabiano are both typical strikers. If there is no special tactical arrangement, they will not waste their physical energy in pressing in the frontcourt.

But now, they seem to have all their fighting spirit ignited, and their eyes firmly joined the ranks of pressing, fighting side by side with Quaresma.

The will of everyone seemed to converge, and a samurai with a sharp sword was formed in the sky above the court. He violently charged up, and then slashed at the opponent, with no life or death.

It's like a meat grinder that is fully activated, capable of smashing everything that appears in front of you.

The strongest Porto, here we come!