Green Dragon

Chapter 32 A Second Makelele?
"Drip, drip, drip!"

The final whistle finally sounded, and Moutinho lowered his head in despair.

He was substituted early by the manager in the 60th minute.

It wasn't that his performance was so bad that it was horrible, but...his physical fitness was completely overdrawn in less than 60 minutes!
For an entire hour, Moutinho was relentlessly running around in the midfield area.

He attacks with the ball.

He was intercepted by Long Shute.

He adjusted his center of gravity and launched a press immediately.

But Long Shute seldom entangled with him, almost without any stop, and passed the ball to the teammate closest to him in the next second.

Even if the football stays at the feet of Long Shute for a while, with Moutinho's physique and confrontation ability, there is almost no possibility of regaining the ball!
Moutinho tried his best, but he just couldn't break through the red and white eight's defensive area.

He even lay down on the ground with his legs cramp, but the No. [-] player still didn't even catch his breath!
He hates it so much!
But he had no choice but to sit on the bench and watch his substitute continue to suffer such devastation and torture! -
The final result of the game was 1-3, with the home team at the front and the visiting team at the back.

For this score, Van Basten is very satisfied: After all, this is the home of the Portuguese giants, and it is not easy to score three away goals.

What's more, Ajax's defense is still in the running-in period. By the second round, the players at home will definitely play more steadily amidst the cheers of the fans.

Suarez scored twice, and defender van der Weil also took advantage of a corner kick to score a header. Even Soleimani, who was mediocre and replaced early, had an assist.

It was not that Long Shute had no chance to shoot in 90 minutes, and that was around the 58th minute of the game.

Moutinho, who was in charge of entanglement with him, was physically exhausted and couldn't keep up with his rhythm at all, so Long Shute dribbled forward with the ball, rounded his right foot and launched a powerful skyrocket!
Immediately, boos at the loudest decibels since the opening sounded from the stadium.

Those poor home team fans can only use such small actions to "sarcastically" Ajax's midfielder who has tortured their midfielder core for an entire hour-this also reflects how helpless they are now.

Then their booing annoyed the midfielder. Long Shute was like a red-eyed bull in the last 10 minutes. Moutinho's substitute was worse than him. He played for half an hour and almost He didn't even touch football a few times, and ended his hard-won playing time in the Champions League qualifiers!
As long as it is not blind, no one will ignore Long Shute's performance in the whole game. Sporting Lisbon coach Paul Bento also admitted helplessly at the press conference after the game: "I will not blame him. My own players, because they have tried their best, Ajax has played more and less throughout the game! It seems that their midfielder has always had one more player than us!"

Team captain Moutinho also expressed frustration: "I thought I met Makelele, no matter which direction I break through, he will appear on my offensive line, and he is as fast and sensitive as a cheetah. And when I wanted to fight back, he was as unwavering as a mountain..."

The core of Portugal's future midfielder has left a heavy shadow on his fragile heart...

"Makelele? That's a great enough and legendary player. The current Dragons can't compare with him."

Ajax coach Van Basten smiled and shook his head.

He did not explain further, and the reporters just took this sentence as modesty.

After all, Makelele's achievements are there, and it is not something that a 19-year-old Chinese player can easily surpass after playing a game.

But perhaps only Van Basten knew in his heart what the young man who offered to ask himself to teach him his shooting skills wanted to do.

Makelele...wasn't Long Shute's target at all!
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"Makelele?"

If it weren't for the fact that he had played in Chelsea's youth training camp for a while before, and Makelele happened to be playing for the first team of the Blues at this time, Long Shute probably really didn't know what the name meant.

He shook his head and looked away from the hotel's TV screen.

The football is bouncing back and forth on the two bare feet, and because there is no cushioning of the sneakers, the skin feels a slight pain after each touch.

Also because there is no cushioning of the sneakers, the bouncing of the football is more irregular than usual. Even if Long Shute, who has a general sense of the ball, can hardly maintain the state of bouncing the ball for a long time even if he concentrates on it.

In the same room as him is Daley Blind, a left back who is only two months older than Longshut, and he was also a youth teammate with him for a year. They made their debut and got a formal contract. They can be regarded as Long Shute's seniors. Since they are the closest in age and both have a youth team experience, the relationship between them is quite harmonious.

In addition, Daley Blind is also an out-and-out "second-generation star". His father is the sports director who signed a professional contract with Long Special on behalf of the club and Dutch football star Dennis Blind. Blind, can be said to be a young star of Ajax, who is a young man.

However, he has been unable to occupy a place in the first team. In the game that just ended, Blind Jr. sat on the bench for 90 minutes without getting a second of playing time.

So this rising star of Dutch football is now sitting on his bed a little depressed, watching with a little envy that Long Zhete, who started the game and played for 90 minutes, is awkwardly bouncing the football there.

"You are a monster!"

After Longshut once again lost control of the football, Blind Jr. finally spoke:

"After playing 90 minutes of the game and not tired at all... You shouldn't be playing football at all, you should be running a marathon or a triathlon!"

Little Blind, who has received the most orthodox training with his father since he was a child, is far superior to his peers in terms of physical fitness and football skills. Otherwise, it would be impossible to stand out from the youth team simply by relying on his father's relationship—you know, Even Zidane's son, because of nepotism, can't get a main position in the first team of Real Madrid or the French national team, and he doesn't even have a chance to play, not to mention that the old Blind's status is obviously not as good as Zidane's ...

Long Shute shrugged and picked up football again: "I actually didn't like football at all..."

"Then why did you choose football?" Little Blind's eyes jumped up with the football, a little curious.

"Because..." Long Shute gently unloaded the ball, "I have no choice at all!"

because……

This is a football novel!
because……

If he doesn't play well, there will be no little JJ!

(End of this chapter)