At the Alvared Stadium, the fans were already inside. The fans who sang and danced had already made the atmosphere of the scene hot. Lao Lei's family members have all come to the scene and sat in the VIP seat. Avril also came to the scene as promised to cheer for Lao Lei, but she did not choose to sit on the bench, but wore a wide Portuguese No. 13 jersey and big sunglasses and sat among ordinary fans. For her, the regular seats are far better than those VIP seats, which can make her feel like a rock concert throughout the game. She shouted loudly like an ordinary Portuguese fan, and she couldn't say that she was full of energy and pure nature.

Suddenly, a cheer filled the eardrums, and it was the Portuguese players who came out for their final warm-up activities. At the Alvared Stadium, there were voices calling the names of Portuguese players, "Luis Figo", "Remair"... After Lao Lei heard it, he also waved his hand to the surrounding fan stands to thank him. He had wanted to find out where Avril was sitting, but it was obviously unrealistic. He knew where Avril was doing, but when he went to the scene, it was red, and he couldn't recognize anyone.

He just deliberately waved his hand a few more times and glanced at the stands where Avril was. Kayla originally wanted to come, but she really couldn't spare time, and the premiere of the movie she starred in was approaching. At this time, it is impossible for the producer and distributor to let her go. In particular, the identity of her old Lei's girlfriend is particularly useful when promoting in Europe. With such a natural propaganda advantage, how could they possibly let Kayla go. In this regard, Lao Lei was slightly dissatisfied at the same time. It is also an expression of my understanding.

Shake your head and put these things aside. Old Ray fully focused his attention on the game. Looking at the bright orange in the stands, Lao Lei couldn't help but think of the Dutch team and its unstoppable orange storm. in the head. Slowly, he recalls the things that need to be noted about the Netherlands, and as the brain of Portugal, he must remember them clearly at all times.

Lao Lei's warm-up method is a little special. Around him, there were four assistant coaches, each with a ball, who kept feeding him the ball. And he is constantly swimming around the pitch, constantly dealing with possible passes from either side. It was in Porto that Mourinho invented a training method for him to train his brain's reaction speed. Train with a lot of passing. By turning these movements into your body as instinct, you can handle the ball as fast as possible at any time and in any situation.

After a period of accumulation, Lao Lei has accumulated this kind of training, from the original unadaptability to the current fish in water. After such training, the effect is also good. At least in the face of most close presses, Lao Lei can already use his superior ball handling speed to break down such a defensive style. And not just relying on individual ability. Today, he feels good. It seems that this newly added spiritual attribute still has a good effect.

After the match against England, Lao Lei spent a large amount of soul points. Opened a newly added attribute plate, which is spiritual power. At present, Lao Lei thinks this is really good. He felt his mind become calmer. And the speed of thinking has become faster. This surprised the four assistant coaches who warmed up with him today. They clearly feel that the rate is a little faster today than it used to be. He's progressing again? In the eyes of the four assistant coaches, Lao Lei took a step further in the direction of the monster.

Old Ray didn't notice. The assistant coaches looked a little surprised. He's now fully immersed in adapting to the new ball handling speed, while also considering whether his teammates can adapt to this small change. If there is a problem with the cooperation in the competition because of this, it will really be a happy and sad thing. But fortunately, the midfield configuration of this Portuguese team is still first-class, and there should be no major problems with Lao Leiju. However, for the sake of safety, he felt that after the game started, it was better to slowly speed up and give his teammates a time to adapt.

A cheer interrupted his thoughts, it was the Dutch team who came in to warm up. Lao Lei could feel the absolute sense of confidence from them, as well as the good atmosphere between them. It seems that regardless of whether there was a problem in the Dutch team before, at least now such a problem does not appear in this Dutch team. This made Lao Lei very regretful, and before the game, Lao Lei also specially prepared some methods to provoke the infighting of the Dutch team and let them experience a "non-combat death" again. But now it seems that there is no use, Lao Lei can't help but mourn the brain cells consumed by himself to think of these ideas, and it is not worth dying.

"It's not easy to deal with", Lao Lei said in his heart, and then threw himself into the warm-up. He can feel the toughness of the Netherlands and he needs to do everything he can to get himself in the best shape and get ready for the big game that is about to begin.

"Alright, boys, let's go back to the locker room. Time, almost. The assistant coach said. At this time, the players on both sides are walking towards the players' tunnel. Back in the dressing room, after the managers of both sides have made the final tactical arrangements, the first semi-final of this European Championship will begin.

"Guys, now the whole of Portugal is watching you, and all the Portuguese people are pinning their hopes on you. Everyone is waiting for the news of your victory. This is Portugal, this is your home, and here you will be on top of Europe!! Now, we are only two games away from the final Big Ears Cup! All the hard work, hard work, doubts and sweat before will be proven in these two races! Proving that that's worthless, or is it meaningful!! So guys, go and kick that uncrowned king back home! Sue sù them, here! It's our territory. And we will be crowned here as the king of Europe! Glory to Portugal!! ”

"Glory to Portugal!" The players responded with a lot of blood. Perhaps in the final key game, Scolari, who has always been calm, can't help but play a Mourinho-style blood. And the effect is obviously good, at least Lao Lei feels good. Sometimes you just have to roar a few times, and only then can you have the strength and blood boiling. "It's us who are going to the Stadium of Light!!" The players shouted, and the fish rushed out. The upcoming big battle makes them nervous, makes them excited, and makes their bodies tremble slightly! This is the taste of the Great War!! A battlefield without gunsmoke!!

In the tunnel, there is no regular exchange of pleasantries between the players on both sides, even though some of them are teammates and friends in the club. The players all had cold faces, staring at the brightly lit pitch in front of them. Wherever else, what their relationship is, here they are just enemies, enemies who are about to go to war.

As the players slowly walked onto the pitch, the Alvalad pitch immediately boiled over like an erupting volcano. The ground seemed to be trembling slightly, the game had not yet started, but the smell of gunpowder was already permeating. The Portuguese fans, who were outnumbered in the stands, overwhelmed the Dutch fans, greeting their heroes with cheers and boos their enemies. In the stands, the flashing magnesium lights are like twinkling stars, adding a grand atmosphere to the upcoming battle.

After a series of pre-match ceremonies, both sides were already in their own half and awaiting the referee's opening whistle. After the opening, it was the Dutch players first. With the referee's whistle, the Portuguese-Dutch battle officially began.

From the start of the game, Portugal showed a very different defensive posture than before. Gomez, Deco and others in the front court, after the opening, pressed out frantically and launched an active scramble against the Dutch ball-handling players in the front court. Scolari's defensive tactics were clear, and he wanted to block the Dutch attack at the starting point of their attack, so as to disrupt the Dutch attack. Although such a set-up will put Portugal's two full-backs under great defensive pressure. But in Scolari's view, the holes are worth it.

As soon as the Netherlands came up, they also seemed a little conservative and did not immediately launch their own tidal offensive. In this game, they still lined up in their own 4-3-3 formation. At the back, Van Bronckhorst and Retzger played at left and right wing-backs, while Bouma replaced De Boer, who suffered an ankle injury, and partnered Manchester United's treble winner Stam Sr. In midfield, Davies the Boar was in the middle, with Cocu and Seedorf to his left and right. Up front, Ruud van Nistelrooy became a striker, while Arjen Robben played left and right wingers with Ovmars, who replaced the in-form Van der Meyde. Although there are two rotations of the original main players, the competitiveness of this lineup is still undoubted. The three fronts are all star-studded and very powerful.

Portugal's pressing obviously made the Netherlands a little unprepared all of a sudden. This is the first time that Portugal has used such defensive tactics in this European Cup, which is not only a fear of the Netherlands' attacking power, but also the idea of hitting the Netherlands by surprise and raiding.

From the current point of view, the effect is obviously good. In the second minute of the opening game, Figo and Deco teamed up to beat Van Bronckhorst. Figo made a skillful fake dunk and real feint, and after letting go of Van Bronckhorst's counter-tackle, he directly accelerated and dribbled to the bottom. A curling ball into the box. This pass was found by Ronaldo at the back point, and the Dutch defense, which was a little panicked as soon as it came up, obviously at this time, there were some mistakes, they leaked, and Ronaldo was unguarded at this time.

It's a pity that Ronaldo's tackle was so bad that he couldn't touch the football. The veteran Stam immediately cleared the siege with a big foot and did not give Ronaldo a second chance, so he could only sigh on the ground. Portuguese fans can only hold their heads and sigh. Avril couldn't help but burst out of foul language, sighing at the oily Portuguese No. 7, not angry.

Either way, Portugal opened with momentum.

To the uncrowned king, there is a knock on the mountain and the tiger! (To be continued......)