Benfica is a Portuguese powerhouse with a very magnificent history. She has reached the Champions League finals 7 times, won 2 championships and 7 runner-ups. In terms of historical background, she is completely overwhelming with Chelsea.

However, with the advent of commercial football in the 1980s and the gold and dollar football era in recent years, first-class players have all flocked to the giant teams in the four major leagues. Even Portuguese powerhouses like Benfica and Porto can only fall into the situation of selling players.

Especially with the rise of the Golden Dollar Football era, it is basically impossible to win the Champions League championship if a dark horse breaks out. The future Champions League championship will definitely be made by money.

Of course, because of Qiao Wanxian's existence, Chelsea's spending in the transfer market is not large, and it is even... a "trade surplus"!

On the field, among Benfica players, the only player who can occasionally shine is captain Simang, with the rhythm completely controlled by Chelsea.

After Lampard got the ball, facing the blocking of No. 16 Beto, he did not forcibly break through. He raised his foot and made a false pass. Then he bounced the ball to Rooney, who ran from the left to the middle to meet him.

After passing it to Rooney, Lampard immediately rushed into Benfica's penalty area without hesitation. Leo targeted him, while Louis Zao began to assist in defense of Lu Xiaopang.

Rooney did not show off his footwork anymore. After getting the ball, he immediately turned the ball to the right with a big foot!

Ramos quickly inserted along the side road. After continuous transfers and involvement, all he had to face was Petit from the other party!

Facing the new European Golden Boy, Pettit looked a little clumsy. He was very nervous, so he wanted to seize the opportunity and snatch the ball cleanly.

Ramos won't give Petit a chance. Switch the ball to the bottom line, then start, accelerate, and force breakthrough!

Although Petit had already expected this situation, Ramos' momentum in breaking through was quite firm. He was originally much faster than Petit. In addition, Petit reacted and turned around to chase him, so he naturally couldn't keep up even more...

"Oops!"

"nice shot!"

...

Seeing Ramos' sharp breakthrough, Qiao Wanxian heard two completely different sounds here, but everyone's movements were surprisingly consistent, and they all stood up nervously. They watched the situation on the court.

Qiao Wanxian felt a strange look, coughed down his throat, and said with a stern face: "Well... Ramos's breakthrough looks scary, but it is actually flashy. What if it passes Petit? Look, don't Alcides still follow closely?"

When I heard Qiao Wanxian’s “commentary”, the Portuguese around me breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this was true. This ball should not pose a threat...

Everyone shook their heads, felt relieved, and sat down honestly. The fat man beside Qiao Wanxian leisurely picked up the mineral water bottle and drank water.

On the court, although Alcides was chasing closely behind him, Ramos still caught up with the ball with a few big strides. Then he swung his right foot while running and made a cross!

The ball flew to the forward point. Torres, who had already rushed to the front point, jumped up, Benfica goalkeeper Moreto jumped up unwillingly. Although he was driven a little by Torres who suddenly rushed forward, Moreto was still confident that he would stop the opponent before Torres headed the ball.

Unexpectedly, Torres did not head to attack, but threw the ball into the middle of the penalty area as soon as possible!

Lampard's insertion confused the opponent's central defender's sight, and Rooney moved ghostly in the penalty area and threw away Manuel Fernandez, who was obviously unable to do so after following him back and forth, and poked the ball that Torres ferryed...

Moreto turned around and the ball flew into the goal, 2:0!

Rooney scored twice!

Lisbon Light Stadium is silent again!

In the stands, Qiao Wanxian sat down leisurely with a snickering look on his face. On the contrary, the Portuguese man beside him had just put on the seat and jumped up again as if he was sitting on a flame.

What's the situation? Isn't it safe? Why did you lose the ball again?

As soon as they fell, blood flow could not quickly surge into the brain, and many people even turned black and almost fainted. Qiao Dapao, such a trash explanation, is simply a life-threatening person!

How do you judge the situation so much different from the situation on the field?

Qiao Wanxian explained with an innocent look on his face: "I didn't expect that Ramos will be lucky and this ball can be passed. Alas... this ball doesn't count, so I must be confused!"

But... this goal, don't you think it's not counting?

The fat man was so angry that he was panting. As soon as he drank, he sprayed all the water in his mouth, and all fell on a female fan in front of him.

The female fan who was sprayed with saliva was already angry because the team lost the ball. After enduring such an encounter, how could she give up? She stared at her big eyes and turned around suddenly.

Qiao Wanxian couldn't help but lit up, hey? A beautiful girl! She is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with brown hair, green eyes, tall nose, pointed chin, tender white skin, and long eyelashes shaking slightly under the anger, indescribable charm.

Especially with Qiao Wanxian's condescending posture, his eyes could fall into the low collar, and a pair of plump and round jade balls were about to emerge...

He is young, but his "information" is not small!

Qiao Wanxian took a breath and sighed in his heart: "The feeling of peeping... is so good."

Then he heard an angry scolding sound around him: "You fat man, spit on me, what do you mean... Huh? Qiao... Qiao Dapao?"

As soon as the scolding started, Qiao Wanxian wanted to feast his eyes while listening to the two of them. When he heard the beautiful girl's voice suddenly became surprised, and he looked at Qiao Dapao with excitement.

Qiao Wanxian showed a graceful smile and chuckled, "Hello, beautiful lady." His eyes continued to glance into her collar, white and tender, trembling, and extraordinary temptation.

"Ah, you are such a big Qiao Dapao!" The beautiful girl exclaimed. There was no loneliness on her face as if she had lost the game? She was as excited as Benfica won the championship.

The fat man was so angry that he was scolded again, and his anger surged. He scolded him: "What are you happy about? He is Chelsea's head coach!"

"So what's wrong?" The beautiful girl was obviously confused by Qiao Wanxian's demeanor, style and style. Her eyes were filled with lingering tenderness and shy charm. It was obvious that she had discovered Qiao Wanxian's peeping gaze that made her feel extremely happy.

"Oh... I understand, you must be jealous! You are a big fat pig, you must be jealous of Qiao Dapao's talent and handsomeness, you must be envious of jealousy!" The beautiful girl looked at the fat man with contempt, and she was very stanced to stand up for Qiao Wanxian.

Qiao Wan glanced at the fat man. Seeing his angry face, his plate was swollen, purple-red, and his fat face was trembling. Obviously, he was so excited that he was so excited that he snickered in his heart, but waved his hand generously and said indifferently: "Hey. Although everyone supports different teams, they are all friends after all, and I will not care about his recklessness and stinginess."

"Qiao Dapao, you are so open-minded. I love you so much!" The beautiful girl looked at Qiao Wanxian like a slut, then glanced at the fat man angrily, and said, "Look at you, you are ugly and stingy, no wonder there is no woman to watch the football with you."

"You..." The fat man pointed at the beautiful girl angrily and said with a blushing face: "What's wrong with not having a woman to watch the football? Isn't he the same person?"

He pointed at Qiao Wanxian, and there was an indescribable resentment in his eyes.

The beautiful girl's eyes rolled and she suddenly smiled brightly, as beautiful as the snow plum in winter. She said with a smile: "Who said he was watching the football alone?" Then she said to Qiao Wanxian with obvious pleasing meaning: "Dear Mr. Qiao Wanxian, can I...I can watch the football with you?"

The more angry the fat man was, the more comfortable Qiao Wanxian was. Of course he would not refuse. He bowed very gentlemanly and said, "Of course I do."

The beautiful girl exclaimed, stepped over the seat, and came to Qiao Wanxian. Because of the narrow position, she could only stand in front of Qiao Wanxian, and Qiao Wanxian naturally stretched out her hand around her waist...

The fat man around him was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

Our stunning Portugal beauty, Benfica fans, actually threw herself into her arms and gave Qiao Dapao? It's so unreasonable, it's simply outrageous!

The beautiful girl's soft body was already leaning against Qiao Wanxian, her delicate red lips were pursed together, and her face became moist. She watched Qiao Wanxian gradually rise, climbing up Yufeng's hands, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a sweet smile, and indescribable joy.

On the court, Benfica's players performed like the fat man in the stands, and their condition was getting worse. Benfica's players were like the beautiful girl in Qiao Wanxian's arms that allowed him to play with, allowing Chelsea soldiers to play with...

After a long time, Chelsea players did not feel like they were strolling on the court. The feeling of conquest finally appeared in their hearts again. Facing the Portuguese powerhouse, they were like facing a group of weak children who could enjoy football at will.

The long-lost student No. 1 played a huge role on the court.

Even Boas shouted secretly, why did Qiao Dapao appear in the stands and the players perform so well? The football he played has a strong offensive, strong pressure, and elegant artistic atmosphere. What's going on?

Does Qiao Dapao really have the ability to control football?

Although Boas couldn't figure it out, the players' stretching performance on the court still made him feel extremely excited and inspired. The score was only 2:0, which seemed to be less than the situation on the court like Chelsea players.

Boas recalled Qiao Wanxian's command "art" on the sidelines. He made a fuss in his heart, nodded, walked to the sidelines with heavy steps, took a deep breath, then imitated Qiao Wanxian's appearance, reached out and pointed at Benfica's goal, shouting: "Guys, attack me, bombard me with an insane attack!"

Suddenly, the players on the Blues bench were stunned for a moment and couldn't hold back their laughter.

The live commentator was boring, and he had nothing to describe about Benfica's performance in this game. He really didn't know what to comment on. Suddenly, when he saw such an interesting scene from Boas on the sidelines, he burst into laughter: "Villas Boas? Haha, who is not good at learning, he actually learns Qiao Dapao! I don't look at you like a woman, how can you have the domineering aura on Qiao Dapao? I want to bombard him wildly, go dreaming!"

There was also a huge boo in the Light Stadium, not giving Boas a Portuguese fellow villager any face.

The beautiful girl in Qiao Wanxian's arms was also constantly booing. Unlike the sounds of the fat man and others around her, she was a little panting because Qiao Wanxian's big hands had reached into her white T-shirt, pushed her bra away, and rubbed her towering chest room continuously.

"It makes sense that a wife is not as good as a concubine, and a wife is not as good as a steal. In front of so many Benfica fans, why does it feel so good to tease the beautiful Benfica fans?"

Qiao Wan thought happily. She ignored the fat man around her who wanted to kill. Anyway, with this beautiful girl "protected", he was already fearless. His fingertips stirred the tenderest buds on her chest. He lowered his head and smiled and joked, "Do you like it?"

"like."

The beautiful girl's face turned red as blood. She said charmingly. The fat man beside her heard it so much that she wished she could hit her head to death on the seat.

What a cabbage is so bad that the pigs are...

The beautiful girl blinked her watery eyes and gently twisted her upper body in Qiao Wanxian's arms. Her small hands gently pressed on her chest to block the spring light that was exposed because of Qiao Wanxian's hard rubbing. She tried her best to please her and said with anticipation: "Mr. Qiao Wanxian. I... can I date you?"

Dating Qiao Wanxian is something countless European beauties dream of.

Lucy went from an unknown football model to a world-renowned football baby. She also managed the "Wanxian Foundation" that made money every day, and was incredible. After Louise and Joe Wanxian dating, her value increased significantly, and she was already the top deal in the French hosting industry. Not to mention Cheryl, every time she held a concert, half of the people were Blues fans, who went to Joe Wanxian...

Being able to hook up with Qiao Dapao is definitely a great thing to gain both fame and fortune.

Even if he has many women, so what?

After hearing the beautiful girl's words, Qiao Wanxian said "um" lightly, but didn't say anything.

Qiao Dapao is not a casual person who meets people. Even if the beautiful girl in her arms is indeed as beautiful as a flower, the most in this world is beauty! As long as you have power, money, and famous, beauties have always taken the initiative to pay.

Qiao Wanxian is a three-good young man with taste, understanding life, and pursuing supreme and holy love. Naturally, he will not accept any woman.

Of course, his view of love...is a bit bad.

On the court, although Boas's "general offensive order" was a bit ridiculous, Chelsea players were still encouraged a lot, and immediately put away their "tache" mentality and began to organize a sharp offensive.

In the 41st minute of the game, Gerald intercepted the ball in the midfield. After the intercept, Gerald did not drag on the slightest. With a swing of his foot, he passed the ball to Zidane who was swimming in front of him.

Seeing Zidane take the ball, Benfica coach Ronald Koeman's heart immediately tightened and his arms couldn't help but tremble.

Zidane has now become the number one midfielder in football in history!

The accuracy and exquisiteness of the pass are just like the ones planned by computer software, and the connection lines are excellent.

Sure enough, after Zidane received the ball, he looked up at the running position of his teammate in the frontcourt and passed it with a long pass!

Benfica players just looked up and looked at the flight of the ball, and knew that they could not break the ball from the middle. So they immediately turned around and ran back.

At this moment, Rooney had already rushed up quickly, strode towards the landing point of the ball, leaving only Anderson behind the embarrassing figure of dust-eating behind...
To be continued...