Green Dragon

Chapter 175 You Can't Race!

"Oh... this is really an unexpected plot!"

There was a small change in He Wei's always calm voice:

"The referee Ravanu was really unlucky. He was shot in the head by Long Shute, and he also changed the flight route of the football, which caught the Tottenham goalkeeper completely off guard..."

Xu Yang stared at him with wide eyes:
"Will this kind of shot... count as a goal?"
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Yes, of course.

Why don't you count the goals scored by luck?
When it was confirmed that the referee Ravanu was unconscious, the fourth official standing on the sidelines immediately went into battle and automatically replaced him as the referee-this was originally another use of the fourth official.

After he came on the field, he first announced that Long Shute's goal was valid.

After seeing the score change from 1-0 to 2-0 on the big screen, the audience at the Amsterdam Arena cheered contentedly.

The live broadcast also shouted out the name of the goal scorer:

"Long-shot from Ajax 8, Long-Shute!"

The hero who scored the goal was surrounded by his teammates. Everyone praised him for this goal that killed two birds with one stone.

"From the distance of the shot, the strength, the movement route of the blind referee, the position of the Tottenham goalkeeper, and the wind direction, it can make his head explode without delaying my goal. This is my careful calculation. As a result," Long Shute laughed and patted Suarez on the shoulder, "Luis, are you convinced?"

"Bah! It's really panting to say that you are fat!" Suarez rolled his eyes, "But... your kick is really relieved! This blind Frenchman, if you continue to whistle with your eyes closed like this, I'm afraid I really I can't help but beat him up!"
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After falling behind by two goals, the Tottenham players were significantly more irritable than before, and they had to step up their offensive.

Lennon and Pienaar's bottom crosses, van der Vaart's long-range shots, and even the thin and tall Crouch began to use header bombing that he didn't like to threaten Ajax's goal. Everything they do is to score as quickly as possible.

As long as they can score an away goal, they can leave Amsterdam with their chests held high!
But how can Van Basten make them get what they want?
The White Swan immediately replaced Soleimani, and brought in De Jong, who performed well on both ends of the offense and defense, to further strengthen the control of the midfield.

Although van der Vaart recovered quickly after moving to Tottenham, the two midfielders behind him obviously did not help the offense much. It was obviously too difficult for him to break through the three Ajax midfielders alone.

After a forced breakthrough was jointly intercepted by Long Shute and Ennuo, the Dutch golden boy, who was a little bit annoyed, hooked Long Shute's right ankle with a scissors kick!
Long Shute, who hadn't expected the other party to make such a move, was tripped and fell to the ground, and all four limbs and five bodies had a firm and intimate contact with the turf...

The fall was so hard that he not only felt the sky spinning and the stars splashing in all directions, but also his chest and abdomen felt nauseated. He even had to squat down a little to relieve the pain. Compared with these, the pain on his legs A few scratches are insignificant.

The new referee learned from Ravanu's experience and lessons, re-stricted the whistleblowing standards, and immediately gave Van der Vaart a yellow card.

The same Ajax fans who had applauded him before the game booed harshly this time.

"Listen to the boos. At the beginning, regardless of the retention of the club and the fans, he switched to the Hamburg team of the Bundesliga with the honor of the European Golden Boy Award. He should have thought that he would have such a day, right?"

De Cour was happy to spray the pride and flag of Ajax:
"He resolutely chose to leave when Ajax needed him the most, so don't expect the recovered Ajax to give him warmth!"

Van der Vaart's foul allowed Ajax to win a free kick in the backcourt, but because the distance was too far back, it did not pose a threat at all, but instead allowed the opponent to fight back.

After receiving the ball from Sandro, van der Vaart made a long pass and kicked the ball to the empty right!
"Van der Vaart's pass? Crouch is in the middle..."

Before Dekuer could react, a sharp white arrow had already crossed the center line, chasing towards the landing point of the football!
Alan Lennon!

Tottenham Hotspur has two fast horses, and together they form the Devil Wings!
One is called Gareth Bell and the other is called Alan Lennon!

Van Basten jumped up from the seat with a "thump", as if a steel thorn had grown on his buttocks, and he couldn't sit down at all!

His main left back, Anita, was completely unprepared, and was left behind by Lennon for more than ten meters at this moment!

A distance of ten meters is almost equivalent to a chasm in a football match, and Anita has no chance of catching up—unless Lennon throws the ball himself!
Can be compared with St. Bell, Lennon is very good in terms of speed and dribbling ability, and he was once considered to be the best winger in England, especially this kind of individual hero who breaks into Longtan alone He is best at socialist scenes.

He is confident that with his one-step speed, no one in Ajax can catch up with him!
The No. 8 player known as "China Kaka" was still resting near the middle circle just now!
It was not easy to be thrown by van der Vaart!
Hahaha! -
Stegelenberg was less than 30 meters away from Lennon, and there was no one between them.

As a goalkeeper, he can't just watch the opponent break into the box, so he has to attack.

For a player who dribbles up from the wing, he should block the near post while moving forward to minimize the angle of the opponent's shot.

Lennon must still have to change direction towards the middle, otherwise it is almost impossible to score the ball from his position.

But Stegrunberg was not sure to make an interception during this period, because as the defensive side, he was naturally at a passive disadvantage. Lennon could use various fake moves to shake himself away, and then shoot easily.

Stegelenberg could only gamble, he took a step forward, ready to accelerate!
"Stegrunberg chooses to strike! Only he can save Ajax's goal!"

The guest Jansen couldn't help cheering for the Ajax goalkeeper, after all, they are all Dutch.

But his voice couldn't help but pause: "Why did he stop again? Did he give up?!"

Lennon was as strange as he was. He didn't understand why the opponent's goalkeeper suddenly gave up attacking at this critical moment.

Hasn't this guy taken a goalkeeping basics course?
The scarier thing than standing on the goal line at a loss is to choose to retreat in the middle of the attack!

You stand on the edge of the small penalty area. It seems that you can expand the defensive range, but you have left enough space for me to shoot!

Lennon cuts in diagonally from the right wing!

He is about to enter the penalty area of ​​Ajax!
But the next second his feet stopped!

From the corner of his vision, a pair of straight long legs suddenly appeared diagonally from behind!

It wasn't for the purpose of hurting people, these legs just used the inertia of the sliding shovel to block the only way for him to advance with the ball!

"Boom!"

The football was sandwiched between the two people, stopped rolling, and Lennon himself was bounced back by the force of the shock.

Lennon, who sat down on the ground, stared blankly at the red figure who stopped him from becoming a lone hero, and was speechless for a long time.

Ajax's number 8!
Damn!

Didn't he rest in the middle circle?
When is it here? !
Even if he started at the same time as me... how could he possibly catch up with me? !
Long Shute didn't have time to answer his questions. He quickly jumped up from the grass, swung his big feet and drove the football to the front court, and then it was time for Suarez to perform.

Thanks to Lennon, the Tottenham players followed him and left the original defensive area, so this time Suarez's breakthrough was quite smooth.

Looking at the Uruguayan twisting left and right in the crowd from a distance, Long Shute rushed out between the two defenders of Tottenham, and then heard a cheer from the main stand.

Van Basten can finally sit down.

78 minutes into the game, his team swept Tottenham Hotspur 3-0 at home!

He glanced at Redknapp, and finally showed a look of relief:
Old fox, if you want to run a race, your team can't do it!
(End of this chapter)