"Now the Czechs have completely suppressed Portugal, but now they need a little bit of efficiency and do something on the last shot, otherwise they will not be able to score points, which is very demoralizing." In the 67th minute of the second half, a commentator said. Everyone can see how much of an advantage the Czech Republic has on the pitch right now. But so far, they haven't been able to score and equalise, and that's the biggest problem.

With a "bang", Lao Lei once again used his body to block a long-range shot from Nedved. It was the third time in a row that he blocked a shot from a Czech player with his body in just a few minutes. The current offensive firepower of the Czech players is like a heavy machine gun, and they are shooting wildly towards the Portuguese goal. And Lao Lei, these Portuguese players, just like Huang Jiguang, kept blocking their guns with their chests. However, no matter what, no matter how good the body is, there will always be a day when it will be extremely strong. Lao Lei wanted to delay this point in time as much as possible, but 30 minutes was too long for his body to support such a long time.

In the 70th minute of the second half, Czech left wing-back Jankulovski assisted the front. With Nedved and Rosicky, played a simple three-man small cooperation, and after Jankulovski received Nedved's through plug, he directly accelerated and dribbled to the bottom. Then near the bottom line, a beautiful and practical emergency stop was used to call the croquettes, which directly shook off Miguel's follow-up defense and broke through directly along the bottom line to Portugal's small penalty area, and then Portugal's defense line was completely disrupted.

Old Ray had to let go of Nedved and turn into the penalty area. Go for a supplemental defense. And at this time, Jankulovski immediately knocked back to the front of the penalty area. When the football passed by Old Ray's side. Lao Lei was forced to brake sharply, and a difficult one-word horse came. Trying to spoil this pass with your toes. He's got the ball on it, but it's not completely broken, it's just that Nedved needs more time to adjust. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lao Lei didn't care about the pain caused by the forced horse, staggered up with both hands and feet, and rushed towards Nedved, and then directly a long-distance sliding shovel.

The raised right foot allowed Lao Lei to block Nedved's powerful shot again, and the sharp pain in his calf made Lao Lei grin. I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart again. This time, however, luck wasn't on his side. The football didn't jump away, but returned to Nedved's feet. Without adjustment, it is directly a volley of explosive rods, and the football is not only like a disemboweled cannonball, but also with a little outer arc. It rushed towards Portugal's goal at great speed, and this time Ricardo could not save Portugal again, no matter how miraculous it was. The ball flew straight into the top corner of the far corner of the goal, in the middle of the crossbar and the post. Bounced into the goal. "Smack!" , the huge force, so that the door frame couldn't help but tremble. Ricardo simply did not have any way about it, such power and angle. It's definitely the kind of unsolvable shot that is theoretical.

The soccer ball flew over the face of the old thunder. Feeling the strong wind blowing on his face, Lao Lei was a little helpless, he had already done it at this stage. I did the best I could, but I still didn't make it to the end. “GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！！！ Pavel! Pavel!! Our Iron Man! Iron!! Super nice shot! Picture perfect!! The Portuguese have nothing to do! No!! We can win! You can win!! We are going to reign in Lisbon!!! The Czech narrator was so excited that he couldn't help himself with a loud scream. The Czech fans erupted in a tsunami-like cheer, and the huge sound shook the entire Stadium of Light a little trembling!

Stadium of Light. Lisbon, all of Portugal, all the Portuguese were silent at this moment. Listening to the deafening noise in his ears, Lao Lei's heart suddenly swelled with huge unwillingness. He clenched his fists and slammed them down against the grass. smashed it a few times, then reached out and rubbed his face vigorously a few times. Because of the excessive force, his whole face was rubbed red, and he felt a trace of pain. With this feeling of pain, Lao Lei left all the disappointment and frustration that had just occurred in an instant behind him. The desire to win in his eyes burned with paranoia again, raging!

There were still 15 minutes left before the end of the Czech fury time, and he knew that at this time, as long as Portugal had the slightest slackness in spirit, what awaited them was a complete rout. He still has a lot to do to win. He jumped up from the ground all of a sudden, looked at his teammates who were a little depressed around him, looked at the dead Portuguese fans in the stands, and couldn't help but want to shout angrily.

"Cheer up! Guys!! Cheer up, we're going to fight back! Whoever wants to admit defeat will give me his own! Get out of the way!! Survive this and then we're going to kick their ass!! Here, we're the bosses!!! Lao Lei clenched his fists, thickened his neck, burst out of green tendons, and shouted at the Portuguese players around him with a somewhat hideous face. Looking at such an old thunder, the Portuguese players were a little stunned. In the national team, Lao Lei showed such a face for the first time. Before, Lao Lei was more of a core, rather than the leader or leader of the national team.

Considering the existence of veterans such as Figo and Rui Costa, Ray has not tried to take over the leadership of Portugal immediately. It's respect, and it's about being able to be as comfortable as possible and keep the locker room together of this team. But now, he can't take care of these things, it is the critical moment of victory and defeat, and he can't care so much. At this time, he thought of the summer of '02, the moment of great pain that made him taste defeat for the first time. That's a moment he doesn't want to repeat no matter what, he doesn't want to die!! Even if his teammates get in the way of him in this matter, he will immediately throw him away mercilessly and abandon him!! It's utilitarian! It's cold!! This is even more paranoid that will not give up until death!!

Lao Lei's usual prestige accumulated in the national team played a role. His roar didn't make his teammates stand up and express their displeasure, but immediately cheered up and got back into the game. It's a European Championship on their home soil, and they're one step away from the final Delaunay Cup, and no one wants to give up! At the same time, they believed the young man who was yelling at them, the young man who was wearing the number 13. Previously, Lao Lei's series of expressions made them pin their greatest hopes on him! Although it was Figo who wore the captain's armband on the pitch at this time, Lao Lei had already begun to take over the baton of Portugal's true spiritual leader.

"Oh, look at that angry Portuguese kid! Looking at his red-faced and thick-necked appearance, is he really a strong contender for this year's European Footballer of the Year?! I think he's just a soft guy who puts the blame on his teammates. Mr. Football? Our Pavel should undoubtedly be given more qualified! Compared to a stinky hairy boy, he is the greatest football warrior!! Seeing Lao Lei's appearance of his teammates, the Czech commentator who was on the rise immediately laughed unscrupulously, not remembering who was trembling because of Lao Lei's performance before.

Lao Lei's appearance was projected on the big screen at the scene, causing a burst of intentional laughter from the Czech players at the Stadium of Light. They were taking revenge for what Old Ray had done to Barosh before. Hearing such laughter, Mourinho, who was sitting in a VIP seat at the Stadium of Light, showed a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth. As the head coach who single-handedly brought out Lao Lei, he is undoubtedly the one who knows Lao Lei best. "Putting the blame on a teammate? Reima would never do that, he would only blame himself, find the reason from himself, and then grow, this is the most terrible thing about him. Mourinho thought to himself as he looked at Lao Lei with admiration and appreciation.

There is no doubt that, apart from his personal achievements, Lao Lei is the best work of Mourinho's career so far. It is his greatest delegation of power and greatest trust that allows Lao Lei to grow so fast. As far as his understanding of Lao Lei is concerned, when Lao Lei shows such a look and behaves like this, his opponent should worry about himself, instead of having room to indulge in joy and not know it. Because, he will soon make a strong counterattack in some places, whether it is in attack or defense.

At the same time, those people in the stands who are close to Lao Lei, although they do not know as much as Mourinho, they are still full of confidence. They know that Lao Lei is not the kind of person who can be knocked down with his head down, even if he really wants to lose, he has to bite off a piece of your meat. "Honey, you can! It's always been possible!! Bless him, O God! "I warn you, if I come all the way and see only one failure, be careful that I beat you!" No matter what, at this moment, Lao Lei is mentally happy, even if he doesn't know it at the moment, he devotes himself to the game.

When the game resumed, the Czech players, who were still basking in the thrill of equalising, found themselves facing the Portuguese players differently. This team, which has always been known for its delicate technology and gorgeous offense, suddenly became civilian and vulgar at this time. There are a lot of sliding tackles, small movements, vicious fouls, etc., not at all like the previous Portugal, this Portugal team at the moment, defended some gorgeous things, and only victory was left in their eyes! Victory at all costs!!

And the 13th has become their center, and the leader commands a qiē!

Choose people and love them!! (To be continued......)