22 August 2009. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Eredivisie fourth round.

Ajax host Sparta Rotterdam.

"Drip, drip, drip!"

Ronshette finally stopped, grabbed the hem of his jersey, and wiped the sweat from 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.

"Full time is over, 0-0 ......"

Commentator De Kuhl's voice didn't sound happy, if it was last season, seeing Van Basten so sluggish, he would definitely jump up and down and taunt, but today he doesn't even seem to have the strength to speak.

Perhaps he also knew that Van Basten's days were coming to an end.

His partner Janssen had to take on the task of the main commentary:

Van Basten has fielded the vast majority of his main players, but it is clear that the players have not fully recovered from the defeat four days ago. Just look at their game today, almost half of them were absent-minded and sleepwalking, with less than 48% possession, 183 passes and a pitiful 54% success rate! This is their Amsterdam Arena! ”

"The only ...... who can afford to start Perhaps only the youngest Chinese youngster, he played as well as ever, but unfortunately he was only a defensive midfielder......"

The same voices have appeared online in China.

"Ajax has completely lost its fighting spirit......"

"Van Basten is still too tender, if he is replaced by my demon coach, he will definitely have a hair dryer after losing the last game, and this one will definitely be a bloody opponent!"

"You just blow it, of course it's my big red army in terms of fighting spirit!"

"I'm not convinced! My car is the champion this year! ”

"Your coach is about to get out of class with Van Basten, right? The Champions League depends on my experienced gunners! ”

"Your factory should play the qualifiers!"

“……”

"Oh yes, Ronshit was in the middle of the pack, and if it weren't for his crucial return, Blind wouldn't have been able to stop his opponent's inward shot."

"It's true that the lad played with a lot of poise, especially when the team as a whole was a little bit impetuous."

"Pull it down, it's still calm! Didn't you see him shoot three times? When you shoot when you are almost 30 meters away from the goal, which time did you not fly into the sky? ”

"That's right, if these three chances could be given to someone else, maybe it would be three goals!"

"You don't have a backache when you stand and talk, and you don't look at what kind of goods Soleimani and Kvitanich are, they can't even move their legs, and you just stand there and watch Lonjut run around, and expect them to score?"

"If Longshute is strong enough, he can solve the battle alone, and Ajax will not be so passive. So at the end of the day, he's too weak! ”

"Are you still talking about human words?"

-

If you look at the stats alone, Lonshette's three shots on goal were indeed wasted chances, as only one shot was on target.

But if you look at the statistics of the whole team, you will find that the 14 players combined only shot 7 shots......

It's not that Long Shute won't let them shoot, it's those strikers...... I can't it!

In addition to Suarez, who came on as a late substitute, was able to create some threats, and the performances of Soleimani and Kvitanic even booed the Ajax fans themselves, and it would be more effective for Lonjut to kick them himself than pass them on.

So he shot himself, and no one can blame him.

-

"You kid is finally tired, I thought you never knew what it feels like to be tired, haha......"

Van Basten, who was standing in the doorway, stretched out his right hand, ready to pat Long Shut's head as a comfort.

The Chinese teenager was the last player to leave the locker room, but Long Shute did not leave in a hurry with his head hanging down and looking like other teammates, but strode out of the locker room with his head held high as usual, but his eyes were about to erupt fire!

Van Basten's right hand hung in the air, his joke was dismissed as a deaf ear, and he didn't even raise an eyebrow.

"Coach," but the guy stopped in front of him, "Can I talk to you?" ”

Van Basten bowed his head slightly, his gaze falling on two sword-like eyebrows.

He thought he would see the tired look after playing, or the helplessness after a futile effort, but he was wrong.

All he saw was a beast.

A young beast that was wounded, but became more and more ferocious!

"I have something to say to you," Van Basten's right hand rested on Ronshette's shoulder, who is nearly 1.9 meters taller than a young player, and this position is a little uncoordinated, "You must know the news about me these days, right?" ”

"I rarely watch the news that is not nutritious, but I'm not stupid."

Long Shute is also a social person in his twenties, and even with his eyes closed, he can know that the head coach has not had a good time recently.

"The next fight is important for me," Van Basten's voice was not loud, "but a lot of people already thought I was going to lose, and some people had lost the will to fight!" ”

Ronshette nodded, he didn't use a lie to comfort the head coach who had just fainted once a few days ago, because that was the truth.

Even in the Ajax team, there are a few players who think that there is little hope of qualifying for the Champions League, and their training attitude in the past few days is not as good as before. After all, they have seen the tactical execution ability of the Italian team, and these hairy boys in their early twenties are still far from psychologically good.

"But these people don't include me." The flame in Long Shute's eyes was still burning, he took a deep breath and said his request word by word, "Coach, you brought me here from the youth team with your own hands, and I am willing to fight for you until 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 destroying his country.

At this moment, he looked around, and there was not a single supporter by his side, who had been surrounded by thousands of people.

Those nobles of high status either surrendered to the country, or supported themselves, or even prepared to watch the king's jokes.

Only a young general, who had been brought up by his own hands, resolutely stood in front of him.

The general's stature is not tall, but at this moment it seems to be full of infinite strength.

Van Basten was a man of great pride, even at the lowest point of his career, and he never flinched a single step as a fighter.

Because he was a player at that time, even if the team's situation was difficult, he could break out into the small universe and solve the battle on his own.

But now that he's the manager, it's not himself who fights on the pitch, and sometimes he stands on the sidelines, watching the players who are like a plate of loose sand, and his little universe can't help the team get the ball into the net even if it explodes three more times.

Whenever this happens, Van Basten can't wait for himself to be able to go into battle and come back to the world, but the reality can only make him feel a sense of despair that "he has the intention to kill the thief and can't return to the sky".

This is also the reason why Long Shute is furious.

That was the same feeling in his heart in the first round.

If he still failed after the battle, maybe he would have been appointed, but now...... He didn't even take out his gun, he just watched his teammates hit the plane a few times from afar, and he was about to tell him:

I'm sorry, but because the mission was not completed, you are going to become a eunuch......

Even if you want to be a eunuch, Lao Tzu has to do it yourself!

Lao Tzu wants to see himself become a eunuch with his own eyes!

Oh no! Why do I have to be a eunuch!