Chapter 130 Portuguese Super League Best Rookie Candidate The ball flew into the net and the referee blew the whistle and pointed to the ! "Grass!" Jiang Yuan was about to run out to celebrate when he saw the referee pointing his finger outside the field and the linesman holding up the yellow flag. Jiang Yuan looked as pale as death. Thinking carefully, he should have run before Neves hit the ball. At the moment Neves hit the ball, Jiang Yuan's right foot passed Advincula, who was the last player of Sebatul except the goalkeeper. "It's fine!" Martinez came over to comfort Jiang Yuan, and the frustrated Jiang Yuan had to nod. Now he has made one shot and one pass. If the header just now was not a foul, Jiang Yuan could have broken his own record of participating in goals in a single game. Unfortunately, the goal was invalid, and Jiang Yuan's personal record needs to be pushed back. "Beep beep beep" "Dear fans, the referee blew the whistle to end the game. The match between Serbatur and Porto ended with Porto winning 3:0." "It is worth mentioning that in the 31st round, Benfica, currently ranked first in the league, lost 5-0 to Porto and then won 5-0 away from home against Gil Vicente. The current difference between the two teams is still two points." "The championship competition in all major leagues has now entered a white-hot stage. There are only three games left in the Portuguese Super League. The first and second place are only 3 points apart, and the second and third place are 2 points apart. It is still difficult to say whether Porto can win the Portuguese Super League championship and whether Jiang Yuan can win two championships in his first season in Europe."
"Today's live broadcast ends here. See you tomorrow, brothers." “直播预告：北京时间5月5日凌晨2点45分，西甲第35轮，阿尔梅里亚主场迎战塞尔塔！” …… “Great victory!” After the game, Casemiro and Jiang Yuan sat side by side in the locker room. Both of them were very happy. Casemiro got a post-match score of in today's game, and Jiang Yuan's post-match score was as high as . If it weren't for those few passing errors, Jiang Yuan was sure that his score would not be lower than ! Jiang Yuan took off his jersey and threw it into the basket: "Carlos, we still have three games to go, we can't slack off!" Casemiro smacked his lips: “Won’t our opponents be weaker in the next three games?” Casemiro's words made Jiang Yuan unable to refute for a while. What he said was not wrong. Porto's next opponents are Gil Vicente, Belenense SAD, and Penafiel. Among the three teams here, except for Belenenses SAD which is relatively strong, the remaining Gil Vicente and Penafiel are ranked last and second to last respectively, and they really pose no threat to Porto. Simply put, as long as Porto can beat Belenenses SAD, it will not be difficult for them to win the next three games. Jiang Yuan is not optimistic about this: "We have the same number of games left with Benfica. Whether we can win the championship depends on Benfica's performance." "..." Casemiro said nothing. Quaresma and his teammates were celebrating passionately, Jiang Yuan lowered his head and thought about something, only Neves was holding an iPhone 6 with a frown on his face. Jiang Yuan moved his butt over: "Reuben, what is more important than celebrating?" Hearing this, Neves pointed his phone screen towards Jiang Yuan. Jiang Yuan took a closer look and saw that this was the official website of the Portuguese Super League. The URL is: !!! Jiang Yuan's eyes lit up: "I didn't even know there was such an award..." Neves laughed and said, "Haha, Jiang, your name is on it!" "I'm right up there?"
Jiang Yuan was stunned, only to see Neves click on the headline in front of Jiang Yuan, and the waiting list appeared. 1. Casemiro (PORTO) Porto 2. Yuan Jiang (PORTO) 3. Guedes (SL Benfica) 4. Talisca (SL Benfica) 5. Neves (PORTO) 6. Sarr (Sporting CP) 7. Willyan (Nacional) Madeira National There are seven people on the waiting list, and three of them are from the Porto team, which is quite exaggerated. Jiang Yuan was naturally happy that his performance was recognized. Out of curiosity, Jiang Yuan asked, "Reuben, is this ranking based on the players' performance?" Neves shrugged. "It's said that the ranking is in no particular order, but, you know..." According to Neves, this ranking should be the final ranking of the probability of winning. Casemiro, who is currently on loan from Real Madrid, ranks first, but it is hard to say who will be first in the end, because there are only three games left in this season's Portuguese Super League. Jiang Yuan did not expect that he would be ranked second. He asked again, "Is this a vote by fans or commentators?" "Of course it's the fans voting!" Neves said as a matter of course that this is the consistent principle of the Portuguese Super League - let the fans judge the team's performance, not commentators or reporters. Jiang Yuan curled his lips. It was true that he really wanted this award, but he couldn't say it out loud. At this time, Casemiro came over and saw the content on Neves' phone. He showed a surprised expression: "Are you watching this?" Neves raised his eyebrows: "Carlos, have you seen it?" Casemiro sat down on Jiang Yuan's left: "Of course, but I think this kind of award is just a by-product and has no reference value." It's true what he said, but Jiang Yuan and Neves definitely wouldn't believe it if Casemiro said he really didn't care. In fact, professional players always yearn to be recognized by fans. Although some players appear to be indifferent when being scolded, they will still be hit in their hearts. …… Now is the final period of the championship race. The one-day holiday that was supposed to take place after the game has now been taken back by Lopetegui. The Spaniard's meaning is that after winning the championship, you can do whatever you want during the offseason! Everyone was very depressed when they heard the news, but Jiang Yuan didn't care. He was not a person who liked to take a holiday. At 6:05 in the morning, Jiang Yuan came to the first team's training ground along with the sunset in Porto. The stadium had not been watered in the morning, but the humidity was just right. Just then, a person came from a distance. Jiang Yuan widened his eyes after seeing who it was. Because the person who came was none other than Brahimi, who had quarreled with Jiang Yuan before. Thinking that Brahimi also wanted to practice more, Jiang Yuan picked up his backpack and was about to leave, but Brahimi stopped him and said, "Jiang, wait a moment." Jiang Yuan just glanced at Brahimi: "You...what's the matter?" Brahimi licked his lips, his eyes were a little evasive, but his gaze finally stopped in front of Jiang Yuan: "Jiang, I heard that you would be training on the court at around 6 o'clock, so I got up early today... I didn't have any purpose, I just wanted to apologize to you, um... It was indeed my fault for causing trouble for you before." Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Is this what Mr. Hu Lun meant?" Hearing that Jiang Yuan thought Lopetegui forced him to apologize, Brahimi quickly shook his head: "No, Jiang, this is my personal opinion. I watched your game on TV yesterday afternoon, and your performance really surprised me. So I watched the previous game video again, and I understand that there is a reason for my substitution. I was impatient before, and I apologize to you." "..." Jiang Yuan threw his backpack on the grass. He didn't say anything, but just walked straight towards Brahimi.
"Jiang, you are a very good person. I want you to forgive me. If there is anything I can do..." "Stop it, man." Looking at Jiang Yuan with open arms, Brahimi was stunned for a moment, and then hugged Jiang Yuan. Jiang Yuan patted Brahimi on the back and said, "Let's work hard together!" …… The final championship battle between Porto and Benfica broke out in the southwest of the Iberian Peninsula. At the same time, in the southeast of Great Britain, a secret trading plan was being slowly advanced. "Mr Arsene, after the away win over Hull City, our place in the Champions League is secure. Now it all depends on whether we can fight for second place." Assistant coach Patrice looked somewhat excited. Arsenal encountered some setbacks at the beginning of this season, but the Gunners finally showed their top-class foundation and secured their place in the Champions League. Wenger nodded, but he was not optimistic. "Manchester United is only a few points behind us. We have a crucial game in two weeks. If we can beat or draw with fourth-placed Manchester United, we can keep our third place. We need to make some progress every season. We were fourth last season. If we can't win the championship this season, we should at least keep our third place, right?" "Speaking of Manchester, their new signing Luke Shaw this season is really good. It would be great if we could buy him..." Patles muttered that he had been coveting Manchester United's English left-back for a long time. Manchester United spent 3750 million euros to buy Luke Shaw. If Arsenal wanted to buy him from Manchester United, considering Luke Shaw's performance this season, it would probably take at least 4500 million euros. Considering Arsenal's current financial situation, buying Luke Shaw is simply unrealistic. "lets change a topic" Wenger waved his hand. It would be better to try to get a young player than to spend a lot of money to hire him from a strong team. "How is the communication with Jiang going? Is there any hope?" Patres smiled. It seemed that he, as the coach, was still obsessed with that Chinese boy! "Mr. Arsene, Porto is unwilling to negotiate the price. If we want to push for Jiang's transfer, we must pay the penalty..." Wenger did not show much surprise at this expected news, and continued to ask: "What about the penalty? What does the finance department say? I think 1150 million euros is still worth it, even though he is Asian, and I heard that Pochettino also wants to buy an Asian, I think his name is... Sun?" Pat Les corrected: "It's Son Heung-Min" "In addition, regarding Jiang, the Ministry of Finance can only give us 950 million euros at most, because we have to complete the transfer of Cech in the summer window. As you said, after Szczesny leaves, we must have a new goalkeeper." Wenger frowned: "Cech is 1400 million euros... So we are the third in the Premier League, and our transfer budget for the summer window is only 2350 million euros?" Patres helplessly threw up his hands: "We have some financial problems, and our current league ranking does not warrant any recruitment." "Mr. Arsene, you know, we are not Manchester United after all..." After Patles finished speaking, he changed the subject: "That's true, but the season is not over yet. If Jiang performs well in the future, or if the management changes their minds, we may still get more transfer funds." Wenger flipped through the player's information in his hand and said, "Jiang's speed of improvement has far exceeded my expectations. I originally thought that I could observe him for a while, but now it seems that the upcoming summer transfer window is our best chance. By the way, besides us, are there other teams interested in Jiang?" Patres shook his head: "I don't know, but even if there is, it won't be much. 1150 million euros is not a small amount of money! Apart from transferring to us, I believe he has no other choice!" "I hope so..." …… (End of this chapter)