rpbooks Chapter 49 The Battle of Trapped Beasts
Chapter 49 The Battle of Trapped Beasts
Chapter 49 The Battle of Trapped Beasts
2009 8 Month 22 Day.
The fourth round of the Eredivisie.
Ajax hosts Sparta Rotterdam.
"Drip, drip, drip!"
Long Shute finally stopped, picked up the hem of his jersey, and wiped the sweat off his face.
This time he didn't sit on the bench for two hours like he did four days ago, he started and played the whole game.
But the score was only 0-0.
"The game is over, zero to zero..."
The voice of the commentator De Cour sounded unhappy. If it was last season, seeing Van Basten so sluggish, he would definitely jump up and down to mock him, but today he seems to have no strength to speak. up.
Maybe he also knows that Van Basten's days are coming to an end.
His partner Yang Sen had no choice but to take on the task of main commentary:
"Although Van Basten has selected most of the main players, the players obviously have not fully recovered from the shadow of the defeat four days ago. Just look at their game today, almost half of them are absent-minded and out of shape. Same as sleepwalking, the ball possession rate is less than 48%, the number of passes is 183, and the success rate is a pitiful 54%! This is their Amsterdam Arena!"
"The only one who can take on the starting position... maybe only the youngest Chinese teenager. His performance is as good as ever, but unfortunately he is only a defensive midfielder..."
The same voice also appeared on the Internet in China.
"Ajax has completely lost their fighting spirit..."
"Van Basten is still too young. If I were the devil coach, I would definitely have a hair dryer after losing the last game. This game will definitely be a bloodbath!"
"Just brag, in terms of fighting spirit, of course it is my Red Army!"
"I'm not convinced by the Jagged Blues! My car is the champion this year!"
"Your car coach is about to finish class with Van Basten, right? The Champions League still depends on my experienced gunner!"
"Your factory should play well in the qualifying competition!"
"..."
"Oh, by the way, Long Shute's performance is quite satisfactory. Without his key return to defense, Blind might not be able to stop the opponent's inside shot at all."
"Indeed, this young man plays very calmly, especially when the team as a whole is a little restless."
"Pull it down, still calm! Didn't you see that he shot three shots? He shot when he was 30 meters away from the goal. Which time didn't he fly into the sky?"
"That's right, if these three chances can be handed over to others, it might be three goals!"
"Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back, and you don't look at what kind of goods Suleimani and Kvitanich are, they can't even move their legs, just stand there and watch Long Shute run around, and you still count on them Can you score a goal?"
"If Long Shute is strong enough, he can solve the battle alone, and Ajax will not be so passive. So in the final analysis, he is too weak!"
"Is what you're talking about fucking human?"
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If you look at the data alone, Long Shute's three shots are indeed a waste of opportunities, because only one kick was within the goal range.
But if you look at the team's data truthfully, you will find that the 14 players combined only shot 7 shots...
It's not that Long Shute doesn't let them shoot, it's that the strikers... can't shoot!
In addition to Suarez who came off the bench at the last moment and was able to create some threats, the performances of Suleimani and Kvitanic even booed Ajax's own fans. It's not as effective as Long Shute kicking himself.
So he shoots himself and no one can blame him.
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"You're finally tired, kid. I thought you never knew the feeling of being tired, haha..."
Standing at the door, Van Basten stretched out his right hand, ready to pat Long Shute's head as comfort.
The Chinese teenager was the last player to leave the locker room, but Long Shute did not leave in a hurry like other teammates with his head bowed, but walked out of the locker room with his head held high as usual, his eyes were almost spraying Come out on fire!
Van Basten's right hand had to hang in the air, his jokes were ignored by the opponent, and he didn't even raise his eyebrows.
"Coach," but the guy stopped in front of him, "can I talk to you?"
Van Basten lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on the two sword-like eyebrows.
He thought he would see the tired look after a kick, or the resignation after a futile effort, but he was wrong.
All he saw was a beast of prey.
Although it was injured, it was an increasingly fierce young beast!
"I also have something to tell you," Van Basten placed his right hand on Long Shute's shoulder. At nearly 1.9 meters tall, he is half a head taller than young players. This posture is a little uncoordinated , "You must know the news about me these days, right?"
"Although I seldom watch those unnutritious news, but I am not a fool."
After all, Long Shute is also a social person in his 20s. Even with his eyes closed, he can know that the head coach is not having a good time recently.
"The next game is very important to me," said Van Basten in a low voice, "but many people already thought that I would definitely lose in advance, and some even lost the will to fight!"
Long Shu nodded. He didn't use lies to comfort the head coach who just fainted a few days ago, because it was the truth.
Even in the Ajax team, there are not many players who think that there is little hope of qualifying for the Champions League, and their training attitude these days is not as good as before.After all, they have already seen the tactical execution ability of the Italian team. These boys in their early 20s are still far behind in terms of psychological quality.
"But these people don't include me." The fire in Long Shute's eyes was still burning. He took a deep breath and said his request word by word, "Coach, you brought me from the youth team with your own hands." Here, I am willing to fight for you to the last second!"
Van Basten looked at the youngest child in the team in front of him, his eyes trembled slightly, and he almost burst into tears.
He seems to be a king who is on the verge of extinction.
At this moment, he looked around, and there was not a single supporter beside him who was once surrounded by tens of thousands of people.
Those nobles with high status either surrendered to treason, or embraced their own dignity, and even prepared to watch the king's jokes.
Only a young general who was personally selected by himself stood in front of him resolutely.
The general's figure is not tall, but at this moment it seems to be full of infinite power.
Van Basten is an extremely proud person. Even at the lowest point of his career, he never flinched like a fighter.
Because he was a player at that time, no matter how difficult the team's situation was, he could explode into a small universe and solve the battle by himself.
But now that he is the head coach, he is not the one who fights on the field. Sometimes he stands on the sidelines and looks at the players who are like a plate of loose sand. goal.
Whenever this happens, Van Basten wishes he could go into battle and come out of the arena again, but the reality can only make him feel desperate that "the one who wants to kill the thief will not be able to return to heaven".
This was also the reason why Long Shute was so angry.
In the first round of the game, he also felt this way in his heart.
If he still failed after fighting hard, maybe he would accept his fate, but now...he didn't even take out his gun, but just watched his teammates hit the plane a few times from a distance, so he wanted to tell him:
"I'm sorry, because the task has not been completed, so you have to become a eunuch..."
Why? !
Even if I want to be a eunuch, I have to do it myself!
I want to watch myself become a eunuch with my own eyes!
Ah no!Why do I have to be a eunuch!
(End of this chapter)