Football: The immortal legend on the green field

"This volley was very difficult and was indeed spectacular. Congratulations to Shen Bin and his great performance in his first professional league game... This goal was very much in the style of the god of war Batistuta..." Mai Chao also became excited.

"We saw the score was 4:3, and Hallam Athletic took the lead. It is very likely that Shen Bin's inverted triangle pass from the baseline paid off!"

With a click, the old coach Ge Jiaxiang, who was drinking water, smashed the cup in his hand to the ground. He stared blankly at the student running wildly on the Dutch second division field on the computer screen. He just looked at him like that... his eyes began to moisten...

"Ten years... Ten years of hard work... Hahaha..." Ge Jiaxiang suddenly felt like crying and laughing at the same time. This old man over sixty years old had forgotten everything...

While complaining about the old man, his wife looked at Shen Bin, who was celebrating wildly, with a worried look on her face. He slipped and fell to the ground, and was pounced on by his teammates and pressed under them. Soon, Shen Bin was piled up with several layers of people. "These foreign devils, don't crush Xiao Bin..."

Almost at the same time, Dai Zhao jumped up from his seat in the Internet cafe. This northern man clenched his fists tightly and yelled. He didn't know what he was yelling. He clapped his hands vigorously... "

In Yanjing, Yang Yimin, the vice chairman of the Football Association, who happened to be on duty, sat in front of the sofa, staring at the computer in a daze, and then picked up the phone, "Xiao Dong! The information I provided you can be published in the newspaper tomorrow..."

In the editorial office of the Sports Department of China Youth Daily, Dong Lu bent over and said, "Boss, don't worry, I'm not afraid of offending anyone. In addition to the contract you gave me, I also got some other explosive information about this guy through my connections. I dared to offend you. Isn't this courting death?"

"How can you talk like that! What's the point of offending or not? As a management department, you should let the public know the real situation in time. After all, the majority of football fans have the right to know! This is also the responsibility of you media, isn't it! Also, next year or the year after, the Football Association may set up a Chinese Super League company to systematically manage the league. The scheduled management team will be nine executive members. The Football Association will send four, the Chinese Super League teams will elect four, and one will be selected from the media to play a supervisory role. Of course, the Football Association will choose an obedient person. My words still count in the eyes of Chairman Xie Yalong..." The phone was hung up.

Dong Lu straightened up and muttered, "This old bastard, wearing glasses and looking like a gentleman, has no manners at all, and dared to hang up my phone without saying hello..."

a-gol-a-gol-a-gol-gol-gol-a-gol-gol… a long shot, a great heavy shot… a great shot…

Yayayayayayyayayayayayayayayaya! Blast the opponent's goal... tricky angle! Go straight into the net! Go straight into the net! Beautiful goal! Is there any goal that can make men's adrenaline soar! Make women wet! More exciting than this powerful heavy artillery! 4:3! 4:3! Sen...sen...he led the team to overtake the score..."

Over the entire stadium, over the entire University City Arena… was Neeskens’s crazy roar… a hysterical roar… a roar belonging to Haarlem Athletics…

Neeskens, who had been suppressed for nearly 80 minutes, jumped up and down again and again on the sidelines, waving his fists.

Hancock yelled madly into the headset, waving his arms and making strange noises...

"Goal! Goal!! The goal was scored by...sen!" The announcer at the scene was almost at a loss and shouted excitedly. He was not used to Shen Bin's name... Not only him, but also more than 10,000 fans at the University City Arena, the home stadium of Harlem Athletic, were not familiar with him. But, what did it matter?

This match, this super world wave that overtook the score, this Chinese boy, is destined to become famous! "Let us give our most crazy cheers for our boy... His name is..." The announcer at the scene was obviously annoyed that he almost couldn't say Shen Bin's name just now...

But it doesn’t matter, he has the support of all the fans...everyone let out a crazy roar.

"...sen!"

Go ahead..." the on-site announcer shouted.

"...Haarlem Athletic!" The crazy fans in the stands responded...

"Thembinksi Matheson finally ate the bitter fruit of his own making. He should pay for this humiliating defeat. His first mistake was not carefully understanding the opponent before the game. If he had first-hand information about Shen Bin, he should have sent someone to guard the core of Haarlem Athletic, at least not letting him pass the ball easily and comfortably.

When Terenas Quintana and Shen Bin had an argument, I reminded him that Terenas was in a bad mood and should be replaced earlier, but Tembinkosi remained indifferent. As the head coach, doesn't he know his players better?

Also, after Haarlem scored the second goal, he foolishly chose to maintain the existing score. The frontcourt failed to put pressure on the opponent and just kept defending. Such a team has no future.

Including injury time, there are less than 10 minutes left. Will a miracle happen?

It seems difficult, Tembinkosi has lost his composure...” Davis fiercely criticized Utrecht in the first 80 minutes.

Albert Martins covered his face with his hands. He almost couldn't believe his eyes. He even suspected that he was dreaming!

Head coach Neeskens looked up at the score board on the scene, Haarlem 4:3 Utrecht!

That’s right, the ball went in!

This Dutch football star is not like Tembinkosi who is always worried about gains and losses. He always has a fire burning in his heart. No matter he is behind or ahead, in his concept, there is only one way to play football... He rushed to the edge of the field, waved his arms vigorously towards the field, and shouted with gritted teeth, "Attack! Attack! Attack! Attack non-stop!!"

Not far away, Utrecht's head coach frowned tightly. Compared with the goal, what worried him more was the mental state of the players on the field. They seemed to have not yet recovered from the goal. The players were even blaming each other, wondering who was responsible for the goal!

It is not as simple as whether they can equalize or not. In addition, the team is short of one player on the field. If Haarlem Athletic plays like crazy, they may lose the ball again.

Amid the crazy cheers in the stands, inspired by this goal, just as Tembinkosi Matheson had worried, after the game resumed, the players of Haarlem Athletic went crazy as if they had been injected with chicken blood!

Tembinkosi Matheson walked to the sidelines, put one hand in his pocket, and pointed the other hand towards the court, making a gesture that everyone saw. The meaning of this gesture was - defense! !

This was also the most criticized point of Tembinkosi Matheson after the game. He was a bit too conservative. In fact, when the score was behind and he urgently needed to catch up, he was a bit too timid in order to prevent his team from being slaughtered... At this time, several young players of Haarlem Athletic, under the instigation of the unreliable Neeskens, almost risked their lives and almost completely gave up defense in attack.

If Utrecht had been braver at this time, there would have been many loopholes that could have been exploited in Haarlem's defense.