Office of the President of Ajax, Amsterdam South-East New Town, Netherlands.

Technical director Louis van Gaal and chairman Michael van Praag sat in front of the TV and watched as Settness headed past Robert, both of whom snapped into the table before slumping back on the sofa with a weak finish.

Finished! It's completely over!

This season's Champions League road will stop tonight!

Tomorrow, the media in the whole Netherlands will bombard Ajax frantically, and all the fans will launch a verbal attack on Ajax, and everyone will be driven to a dead end!

Van Gaal's face was full of iron blue, and his originally resolute face was full of loneliness and helplessness, as if this game had made his whole person age ten years faster, and he couldn't lift his spirits and couldn't speak for a long time.

He doesn't think that the player deliberately wants to kill him as a technical director, even if it is Ibrahimovic, who has a grudge against him, they don't have such thoughts, because it will not benefit them at all, it can only be said that in this game, Ajax is carrying too much pressure and burden.

It was the first five games that led to the pressure of tonight's game.

At the same time, the team should also deeply reflect on the reinforcements at the beginning of the season, let go of Van der Meyde, and did not introduce strong reinforcements on the right side of the front, which directly led to the team's original tactics of flying on both wings can no longer work, and all this, as the technical director, Van Gaal has an unshirkable responsibility.

As for the financial difficulties of the talking team, who cares?

All the fans, all the media, will only care about Ajax's defeat away to Club Brugge tonight and being knocked out of Europe, which is a shortcoming that Ajax cannot make up for this season's Eredivisie title.

"Why is this happening?" Michael Van Praag muttered.

He couldn't understand why he played the game like this, even though he was stronger than his opponent.

Van Gaal gritted his teeth, gently patted the chairman on the shoulder, and said nothing, but he knew that this was professional football.

It's brutal, it's realistic, there's no turning back.

After scoring such a goal in the 84th minute, the team's morale was about to collapse, and everything was irretrievable.

"Don't worry, Michael, tomorrow morning, I will give an explanation to the media and fans." Van Gaal said lightly.

He sighed deeply, got up from the couch, and turned to leave the chairman's office.

He was going back to his office to pack his things and leave the place that had left him sad and frustrated.

There is no doubt that he came back more than half a year ago with great ambitions, but now he must deeply reflect on all the decisions he has made in the past six months, and at the same time deeply reflect on his own problems.

Michael Van Praag looked at Van Gaal's dejected back as he left, slowly stretched out his right hand, opened his mouth and tried to stop him, but in the end, he couldn't make a sound and watched him disappear outside the door.

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Bruges, Belgium, Janbredel Stadium.

At the moment when Setenness scored with a header, Ronald Coman covered his face hard, and the whole person squatted on the grass on the sidelines, a mixture of shame, guilt, resentment, frustration and other complex emotions occupied his soul.

He was really desperate!

After attacking for more than an hour, he never came up with effective offensive means to break through the opponent's goal, but was counterattacked by the opponent in the 84th minute, what else could he do?

He can even clearly feel the frustration coming from the players on the pitch.

Trained as a professional, he knew all too well that the goal had completely shattered Ajax's morale.

He had made two substitutions, bringing on veterans Litmanen and Sawjetars, but neither could turn the tide of the pitch and was instead scored on the counter-attack.

He's out of tricks!

Now there is only one offensive player left in his substitute list, and that is the seventeen-year-old teenager Yang Yang.

This is his promise to Louis van Gaal.

He originally thought that he wouldn't need Yang Yang, but he wouldn't have thought that he would really use it anyway.

"If there is only one person standing on the court in the whole team at the end, then I believe it will be Yang Yang."

"If there is only one person left in the team who is willing to work hard for me, then I believe it will be him."

"If God really decides to let me go, then I hope that He will personally send me this last ride."

Van Gaal's words were still fresh that day, but Ronald Koeman's mood was very different.

Could it be that letting Yang Yang go up is really to send Van Gaal on his last journey?

"Ronald, there's no time." Luther Carroll reminded on the side.

Coman looked up at the scoreboard, it was already eighty-six minutes old, and there was really no time.

Let's just make good on the promise to Van Gaal!

"Let Yang Yang go up, replace De Jong, and play on the right side." Coman shouted.

When Luther Carroll heard this, he quickly turned around and shouted loudly to the bench behind him: "Yang Yang, hurry, hurry, warm up." ”

Yang Yang on the bench was obviously stunned for a moment, but quickly jumped up from his seat again, took off his long-sleeved training clothes casually, and replied vigorously: "I've warmed up, I can go now."

"Come here, then."

With Luther Carroll's beckoning, Yang Yang walked to the sidelines.

Deafening cheers rang from inside the stadium, and the home team's fans were already celebrating their victory in advance.

Setenes' goal not only secured three points for Club Brugge, but also qualified for the League Cup for the home team.

Yang Yang was stunned, he even forgot how he came to Ronald Koeman's side.

The manager pressed his shoulders hard, leaned into his ear, and shouted: "Boy, do you know why I brought you to Brugge? ”

Yang Yang's mind was still blank, his ears were buzzing, and after hearing Koman's shout, he shook his head vigorously.

He really can't figure out why he was selected into the 18-man squad, I believe that not only him, but everyone in the team can't figure it out, why the head coach should trust him, a nameless rookie, in such an important game?

"It's Louis!"

"Louis?" Yang Yang remembered Van Gaal.

"Yes, it's Van Gaal, he told me that at the last minute, the only person he trusts is you!"

Ronald Koeman's words made Yang Yang stunned.

He was honored to be friends with Louis van Gaal, but he never knew that he trusted himself so much.

"He decided he was going to do something."

"I know."

Ronald Coman flashed a hint of surprise, he didn't expect Van Gaal to tell Yang Yang such a secret thing.

Of course, he didn't know at all, and Yang Yang didn't know what Van Gaal was going to do.

But there is no time for these to be pursued and straightened out right now.

'If we lose this game, if we don't qualify for the Champions League group stage tonight, he will have to take all the blame tomorrow and be forced to leave Ajax.'

"What?" Yang Yang was taken aback.

Ronald Coman clearly read the signal from Yang Yang's expression, and he didn't know anything about it.

"Van Gaal told me that if there was one last person in the team willing to fight for him, it would be you; If things reach the point of no return, the person he wants to send him on his last journey is you. ”

When he said this, Ronald Coman pressed Yang Yang's shoulder hard, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, you are our last hope, you are the only one who can save the team and save Van Gaal." ”

Yang Yang was very moved in his heart.

Ever since he arrived at Ajax, Van Gaal has kept his distance from him, consciously or unconsciously, and he thought it was a deliberate attempt to avoid suspicion as technical director, so he never mentioned his relationship with Van Gaal to anyone.

But he would never have imagined that at the last moment, Van Gaal's most trusted person would be him.

Yang couldn't tell if Ronald Coman meant it or if it was deliberately used to motivate him, but he knew one thing very well: the guy who handed him water every time at the Almere skatepark was in trouble.

After a series of setbacks, Van Gaal once slumped, and if he was to step down again this time, it would be difficult for Yang Yang to imagine how to deal with himself with his arrogant character, and even his coaching career may have fallen from then on.

What's more, Louis van Gaal was the first to trust him so much, ever since Almere.

Regardless of whether the final result of this game is won or lost, Yang Yang has to prove to Van Gaal that he is not wrong.

"I see, Boss." Yang Yang nodded vigorously.

Although it was just a simple sentence, Ronald Koeman read the resoluteness in Yang Yang's eyes.

With less than ten minutes left in the game, the Ajax manager has no choice, and Yang Yang is the last and only choice he can make, which is his promise to Van Gaal.

Only, can he bring miracles?

Luther Carroll took Yang Yang to the sidelines, dealing with the handover procedures for the substitution, and kept encouraging Yang Yang.

Yang Yang never said a word, his eyes were fixed on the court, and no one could see what he was thinking.

In the 87th minute, there was a chance for a dead ball, and the referee signaled for a substitution.

Ajax used up their final substitution of the game, replacing Frenkie de Jong with a ninety-nine.

When the broadcast in the stadium came out, all the fans in the stadium were in an uproar.

Ninety-nine, such a large number is extremely rare.

De Jong, who fought the whole game, quickly walked off the court, and after high-fived Yang Yang, he hugged him, encouraged him to cheer, and finally patted him on the back and asked him to hurry up.

After Yang Yang stepped onto the court, he stepped on the soft turf, and quickly threw away all the thoughts in his mind, and finally there was only one thought left, he wanted to win!

Not only for Van Gaal, but also for himself!

The panting Muskwell came over to high-five Yang Yang, a quick sprint, and when he passed by Ibrahimovic, the Swedish center also came over to high-five and hug him, but his mouth was a whispered reminder.

"These two bastards are right feet, fuck them!"

Yang Yang nodded vigorously, ran to the right side, and looked up at the scoreboard.

It's fast, it's going to be eighty-eight minutes in a minute.