Mourinho opened his hands, and his palms were already covered in sweat.

He still had a place for substitutions, but he hesitated:

[In the past ten minutes, our offensive has become more and more fierce. Will the substitution at this time...will disrupt the rhythm?]

[What's more...all the offensive players on the bench have already played!]

His face looked uncertain, but he saw a black shadow jumping down from the second row of benches with a "swish" sound!

"Su?"

Faria was the first to stand up and wanted to stop the young man's stupid behavior.

He has followed Mourinho for nearly ten years and is well aware of the coach's arbitrary and stubborn character.

[Although the current situation is urgent, it is not the turn of a substitute to interfere with the head coach’s tactics!]

[If you dare to shake Mourinho’s authority, just wait to be kicked out!]

Su Changwei's eyes passed over Faria.

He glanced at Mourinho:

"I have been sitting for too long, and my legs are numb."

"I'm worried that if the head coach sends me to play, it will be a waste of opportunity."

"Although the probability is very small, I don't want to waste every opportunity!"

Mourinho also looked at him, his gray-brown eyes fluctuating slightly.

At this time, the Portuguese actually laughed:

"Then go ahead, lucky boy!"

-

"This is the 86th minute of the game, and Real Madrid made the last substitution adjustment."

He Wei, who was already preparing to end his commentary work, couldn't help but feel refreshed:

"Mourinho replaced Kaka with...Su Changwei!"

"Real Madrid is one goal behind in total. They are definitely not trying to strengthen their defense!"

-

Su Changwei and Kaka high-fived hard, and the Brazilian lowered his head and returned to the bench unwillingly.

He performed quite well in this game, providing an assist and creating many killing opportunities, at least reaching his peak eight-success rate.

But... there is still a long way to go before the Son of God who could single-handedly dominate the game!

【Beep~】

The moment he passed by Kaka, Su Changwei heard a familiar prompt.

【Whether...】

【Smoke!】

【Ricardo Izexon dos Santos Leite!】

【Friendliness: 22】

[Reproducible peak strength: 92%!]

[Probability of injury: 47%!]

"Hey!"

Su Changwei couldn't help but look back and glanced at Kaka's lonely back, but then he was pushed onto the battlefield by Faria!

-

Attacking midfielder.

Since entering the U18, this is the first time he has played a non-wing position.

Even in daily training, he has no such experience.

But...what does it matter?

Su Changwei bit his back molars to make his expression full of confidence.

He was about to turn the tide when the referee's whistle suddenly sounded:

"Drip!!!"

His teammate Ramos hit Busquets in the face with his elbow while fighting for a header. Two yellows turned one red and he was sent off!
Chapter completed!