bigabreads Chapter 115
Chapter 115
Chapter 115
In the few minutes at the beginning of the second half, the other 9 Ajax players really watched Long Shute running around the field like a mad dog in a daze.
Sim De Jong's eye circles suddenly became sour, and he was the first to rush out with his teammates, becoming the second mad dog behind Long Shute.
Lindgren and Dezeuu glanced at each other from a distance, and also rushed into the monkey circle formed by Twente from their own positions.
All four Ajax midfielders rushed up!
Even Soleimani, who had lost his position, got entangled with his closest opponent.
Twente's players could play monkeys with ease when there was only Long Shute and a mad dog, but their game couldn't be so casual when all four freshmen were thrown into battle.
What's more... Even if there is only one mad dog, they have already shown several obvious mistakes!
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Van Basten's fists were tightly clenched, and the palms of his palms were sweating at some point.
Adopting a high press with one less player will undoubtedly bring great risks to the team's defense, but he has to support the team's changes-even if such changes are not from his inspiration.
It doesn't make any sense for Twente, an old opponent, to defend and counterattack. In order to avenge his hatred, McLaren doesn't mind giving up any offensive football. As long as they can beat Ajax, even if they are always at the corner flag for 45 minutes in the second half It doesn't matter if you protect the ball in the zone!
They were suppressed by Ajax for two seasons, even if they won in the ugliest way, they would not hesitate!
They are not Barcelona or Real Madrid, so they are afraid of utilitarian football! -
The style of the Eredivisie League has always been to encourage offense. Their defensive level is relatively limited, and their defensive strength is difficult to compare with that of the Premier League and Serie A. At least Twente players rarely encounter such high-position pressing today.
In the face of frenzied pressing without hesitation, even Barcelona, which dominates the world with ball control skills, will show panic, not to mention Twente.
Yes, Ajax's midfield did have a lot of space, but Twente's ball-handler didn't have time to deliver a deadly pass, and all his energy was focused on fighting the opponent.
The game has entered a stage of stalemate, but the rhythm is not slow at all.
Trapped in the quagmire of pressing, Twente made frequent mistakes. Their offensive was cut off by Ajax after almost failing to beat halftime. However, Ajax, which lacked a strong scorer, could not break through the opponent's goal.
McLaren didn't ask his players to attack at all. Anyway, they led by one goal and had an advantage in numbers...
The Twente coach suddenly stood up from his seat.
They had the upper hand... conceded the ball again!
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"De Jong dropped back to catch the ball... Oops, De Jong was careless! He was intercepted by De Jong with a tough press!"
De Cour's commentary almost confused him.
Yang Sen chuckled: "There are two De Jong in this game, I'm afraid no one can understand your explanation like this."
Ajax midfielder Sime de Jong cuts off the ball from Twente striker Luc de Jong.
Luke De Jong, who was born in August 90, is three months younger than Long Shute. His physical and psychological quality is obviously not as good as that of Long Shute, who has two lifetimes of experience.
Although the steal just now came from Sim De Jong, it has nothing to do with Long Shute: it is precisely because the Chinese teenager blocked most of the passing lines of Brahma who held the ball, and the Twente midfielder forced In desperation, he could only take a risky forward pass, and then the ball was successfully intercepted by Sim De Jong, who had a sympathy with Long Shute.
After stealing the ball, Sim De Jong didn't make any adjustments. He just pushed the arch of his foot and passed the ball to Long Shute in front.
"This ball is too direct!" Yang Sen shook his head in the live broadcast room.
De Cour, as always, ridiculed the choice of Ajax players: "Can't Sime de Jong see that there is a Twente player standing behind Longshut? He wants his interception to appear on the opponent. body?"
It was Brahma who appeared behind Long Shute. The midfielder was very upset about the unsuccessful pass just now, so he got off his horse, put his hands on Long Shute's waist, and stared at the football .
As long as the opponent is ready to stop the ball, Brahma can immediately learn from Sime De Jong's grab and regain the ball! -
Of course Long Shute felt it. There was a pair of big hands behind him holding him back. Even if he managed to catch the football, the force behind him made it impossible for him to turn around easily.
Waiting for work, this is one of the most common ways to defend players with the ball behind them, and it may be seen more in basketball.
How to get rid of it?
Use a quick kick to form a coordination with teammates?
Or rely on strength to forcibly turn around and break through?
Countless thoughts flashed through Long Shute's mind.
The same is true of Brahma who is defending him. Of course, the Twente midfielder knows that the No. [-] player in front of him is extremely fast, so he firmly controls the way back and does not give an inch.
Here comes the ball.
The red number eight figure flashed!
Brahma immediately sank into his dantian, poured all his strength into his arms, and was about to fight the opponent head-on, but all his strength was in the air!
Ajax number eight... opting for a step forward?!
Own defense... completely empty! -
"Long Shute gave up the contest with Brahma...uh..."
As soon as Dekour opened his mouth, he immediately shut his mouth.
Because within the half sentence, Long Shute had already turned around.
What about football?
Brahma's attention was almost completely attracted by Long Shute's turning around, he took a step forward involuntarily, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black shadow slipping in between his legs!
That bastard boy!
When he turned around... he lightly tapped the football with his heel!
Not only does the football change the way it rolls, but it also gets faster!
Brahma subconsciously folded his legs, but he only felt a cold in his crotch.
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"Crotch piercing!"
"Simplified Marseille roundabout!"
The two commentators popped up a noun at the same time.
Before they had time to argue whose judgment was more professional and image-oriented, they were distracted by Long Shute's next actions.
The Chinese teenager's movements are extremely simple. He started to speed up while completing his turn. It took only four steps to catch up with the football that came out from Brahma's crotch. Then he took the ball and suddenly came to Twen special edge of the restricted area.
"Pass it to me!" Suleimani raised his right hand high while fighting fiercely with a Twente defender, and then in exchange for a more intense entanglement with the opponent's defender - he is the only one in Ajax Zhengyin striker, a fool also knows that he must be watched to death...
Long Shute didn't mean to pass the ball to him at all: Although I am a little sorry for Soleimani, a striker who only scored three goals in a season is really untrustworthy...
Ignoring the only striker, and the left and right wingers didn't have time to plug in, so he chose to continue dribbling the ball himself.
Twente's other central defender hurriedly attacked head-on, but before he could post it, Long Shute had already dribbled the ball into the penalty area.
Throwing tackles in the penalty area is definitely the next best thing to do, especially against a player with such a fast speed. Even a normal tackle will cause him to be suspected of fouling in the eyes of the referee. Not every defender has the initiative The courage to apply for a red card plus penalty package...
So the defender could only press his body up, hoping to stop that crazy wild dog.
As long as he can knock the opponent out of his center of gravity, or stop for a while, the goalkeeper who has already attacked will have a chance to resolve this threat.
But he miscalculated.
What he hit was not a wild dog, but a heavy tank full of shells moving at high speed!
Long Shute's body didn't even shake a bit, his footsteps were still steady and fast, and the football was still under control. He almost continued to charge into the penalty area with the defender on his back!
He suddenly flicked his ankle at 12 yards.
The goalkeeper who was already close at hand lowered his center of gravity subconsciously, and at the same time spread his arms and legs apart, trying his best to expand his defensive area.
But he immediately regretted it!
There was a gentle breeze blowing between his wide-spread legs!
Like his teammate Brahma, he was pierced by this red No. [-]!
(End of this chapter)