Green Dragon

Chapter 24 Trembling Victory

Ajax coach Van Basten was stunned!
The goal is valid!

In addition, the opponent's main goalkeeper got a red card!

He couldn't even hear the radio broadcast from above the field:

"At 44 minutes and 20 seconds, Ajax team scored. Goal scorer... No. 50, Long... Shute!"
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"This ball...goed in?!"

Thousands of miles away in Guangdong, the commentator was stunned, and then more elated.

"Chinese teenager Long Shute staged a solo ride!"

"Although I was thrown to the ground by the opponent's goalkeeper after the shot, the goal has already been scored!"

"This is definitely a good wave!"

"Long Shute scored the first goal of his career!"
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"The goal has already been scored, there is no need to show a red card, right?!"

The Dutch commentator De Cour stood on the opposite side of Ajax as always. He quickly recovered from the state of shock just now. While drinking coffee, he complained to the referee:
"Ajax's home whistle is still so unrestrained!"

The guest commentator Yang Sen shrugged his shoulders: "Hey, Hans, even if you don't watch the slow motion, you should admit that Boschkel's last save was not to catch the ball at all, it was an obvious reckless foul! "

"If it's a foul, you can get a red card and a penalty kick!" De Cour still didn't give up. "The goalkeeper is expelled after the goal is valid. Such a penalty is unheard of!"

Yang Sen shrugged his shoulders for the second time, but his eyes fell on the screen in front of them.

In the replay, when Boschkel stretched out his hands to Long Shute with a face of despair, the Chinese teenager had already used his right foot to stab the ball into the goal behind the opponent...

In the face of Long Shute's lightning-like speed, Twente goalkeeper's slow save action is like revenge after losing the ball!

Dekuer curled his lips and said nothing more.
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Long Shute was lying on the line of the small penalty area, panting heavily.

After running for nearly 70 meters, he finally felt a little tired.

The beating in his chest was as dense and trembling as a drumbeat, and he felt as if his heart would jump out at any moment.

As for the pain caused by Boschkel's heavy fall to the ground without cushioning just now, it didn't feel too strong...

Soleimani was the first to pounce. From his vigorous pace, it is hard to see that just five seconds ago, he was acting like an old man whose legs were about to cramp.

"Hey, brat! You stole all the limelight from us all by yourself!"

Although his position in the team was about to be lost, Soleimani still happily stacked up Luohan.

The strong men behind him pressed up one after another, causing Long Shute, who was at the bottom, to gasp.

Breaking the deadlock, taking the lead, and sending off the opponent's goalkeeper... The balance of victory has completely tilted towards Ajax.

Their hard work over the past season is about to reap rewards. How could they not feel happy and excited? -
"Oh no, I didn't mean it! How could this be a red card?!"

Twente goalkeeper Boschkel is still explaining to the referee, but even he himself knows that this is just a futile death struggle.

Head coach McClaren closed his eyes in despair. The assistant coach behind him was already making tactical arrangements with the goalkeeper coach for the substitute goalkeeper. The substitute goalkeeper Nikolai Vanov, who just turned 20, never dreamed of , I will actually get a chance to play in this game...

What Vanov replaced was a midfielder, and this player was obviously reluctant to be replaced early-because it shows that he is the least important member of the team.

But he could only walk off the court with his head down, and then sat back on the bench with his head drooped.

Vanov just played less than 1 minute, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

He had to take off his gloves again, and returned to the locker room with his frustrated teammates.
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"Good boy!"

Van Basten's big hand tightly grasped Long Shute's shoulder, which made the young man ache:
"It's not in vain that I promoted you to the first team!"

If Long Shute turned on the game console now, he would definitely see that Van Basten's friendliness towards him would rise to an unprecedented level.

No matter how self-proclaimed the Dutch celebrity is, he couldn't help being a little excited when he saw the young man he single-handedly performed so well.

You know, Rijkaard, who is also the "Three Musketeers of the Netherlands" with him, has promoted many young players headed by Messi, Pedro, Bojan, Dos Santos and Vazquez in Barcelona. Has faintly become the third-generation football king, and Van Basten himself has moved to many clubs and national teams, but he has not been able to produce results that can compete with his old friends.

The competition between them is of course all-round, and he will never be willing to lag behind in any aspect.

But... Although Rijkaard had a bright future in Barcelona, ​​he was replaced by Guardiola a year ago because of his poor performance in the later stage, and the fledgling Barcelona coach went straight to the sky and won six championships within a year. Wang, officially created a new dynasty of the dream team three.

Despite losing his opponent, Van Basten has already made a decision in his heart: as long as this game can be won and Ajax can keep the qualification for the Champions League next season, he will definitely ask the club to sign Longshut. Formal professional contract.

Of course, if the team suffers a tragic reversal in the second half, he, the head coach, will just leave and don't have to worry about the rest...

"Coach, I have a request."

Long Shute didn't know what Van Basten was thinking. He looked at the coach very seriously and said what he had been holding back for a long time.

"Next season...can you teach me how to shoot?"

Van Basten was slightly taken aback, then laughed loudly:

"As long as you learn it well, I will teach you all the shooting methods!"
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In the second half, the whole Ajax team relaxed a lot.

After all, the balance of the game has been completely tilted towards oneself.

Playing at home, the opponent playing one less player, increasing physical consumption, the main goalkeeper is off the field, and one goal behind, so that Twente, who could have the last laugh in a tie, has only one way to score... a lot of pressure, let the field The ten players on the board were a little out of breath.

Twente had only one option to attack, but Ajax had many options.

Van Basten asked his players to adopt a steady defense strategy after the opening, and then waited for an opportunity to threaten the opponent's goal with two counterattacks.

There is no problem with his tactics, the morale of the Ajax players is high, and they are executed with 20% effort. In less than 2 minutes, Soleimani made another victory for the team and expanded the score to 0-[-].

Twente almost fell into madness after conceding the ball. They had no reservations anymore. McLaren replaced two attackers in one breath, determined to make a final fight here!
But Ajax disagrees!
These players have already stepped into next season's Champions League with one foot, and they will never allow others to pull themselves back!

In the last 10 minutes, the sky above the Amsterdam Stadium was filled with referee whistles, and the sharp whistle would sound in less than a minute.

A total of six players from both sides received yellow cards in the last 25 minutes, and the number of fouls was more than that in the previous 65 minutes combined. Even Long Shute also received a yellow card, and he could not see it on his jersey. In a clean place, the intensity of the fight can be seen.

But the situation of the Twente players on the opposite side was even worse. They fought for a full 10 minutes, but failed to score a goal. Everyone was panting heavily, as if there were ten bellows. Chi" sounded.

The voice was extremely heavy, almost desperate.

They played 45 minutes without one man and even the substitutes were exhausted.

Then the whistle blew one last time.

"Drip, drip, drip!"

McLaren closed his eyes.

Those players covered their faces and knelt down powerlessly on the turf trampled by them like a vegetable field.

They maintained second place in the league for most of the season... and finally gave it up to others in the last round!
They had been looking forward to a Champions League ticket for a whole season...flew away at the last moment!

The strength in their bodies was severely sucked away at the last moment!

No one paid attention to Twente's despair and loss.

Because this is the Amsterdam Arena!
Nearly [-] home fans roared for victory!
The ground of the whole city of Amsterdam seemed to be shaking!

(End of this chapter)