bigabreads Chapter 210 The Eve of the Final Battle
Chapter 210 The Eve of the Final Battle
Chapter 210 The Eve of the Final Battle
"drop!"
Assistant coach Witzger urgently stopped the team's training match.
Head coach Van Basten frowned and brought out the team's vice-captain:
"What's the situation with you kid? Why do you still have a smirk on your face after being passed by?"
Fantskip whispered to Bergkamp: "I think he is thinking about spring..."
The Ice Prince had to roll his eyes.
"I said coach, you can't be so biased," Suarez explained unconvinced, "Is there any surprise that I beat him once or twice? Isn't this a normal thing? After all, the strength is crushing!"
"Wait," Long Shute's eyes finally returned to normal. He pushed the coach away, and then glared fiercely at Su Xiaoya, who was just talking nonsense, "Just now it was called letting go. From now on, you will know what is called the Dutch MVP." strength!"
Suarez gritted his teeth: "I'm sorry, you are facing the last MVP and the super scorer who scored 10 more goals than you!"
"Hey?" Van Basten suddenly worried about gain and loss again, "Don't be reckless, the game is going to be tomorrow!"
God will never let me lose two generals at the same time before the decisive battle, right?
If that's the case... just stop playing!
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God didn't tease him in the end.
White Swan's worries did not come true.
But he discovered another fact that worried him.
The team's vice-captain didn't give himself extra training today!
Tossing and turning, Van Basten called Long Shute's roommate Blind early the next morning: "What did that kid do yesterday?"
Unexpectedly, Blind gave him a look of contempt: "Coach, I have always respected you, but I didn't expect you to be such a person!"
Van Basten opened his mouth: "Huh?"
"You used to be an excellent player." Blind raised his buttocks and walked away. "No player will tell you about this kind of personal privacy."
Van Basten grabbed the naughty little guy: "If you show your face, you will go to heaven! Do you think I want you to be an undercover agent? I'm not worried about his state! Tell me, otherwise I'm going to find your dad!"
"I'm not a child, it's useless for you to find my grandpa!" Blind rolled his eyes.
But the good boy Blind finally succumbed to the coach's coercion, and he reluctantly told Van Basten about his roommate's whereabouts: "He didn't do anything, he just called a friend in London. Call, invite them to watch the finals..."
Van Basten nodded, and then asked anxiously: "How is his mental state? I think he was a little absent-minded in today's training game..."
"I think he is in a good mood. He went to the gym for an hour in the evening and went out for a run early in the morning." Blinder pointed outside, "Can I go? Don't ask me about this kind of thing in the future." .”
"Okay, thank you, Daly," Van Basten patted his disciple on the shoulder, "Oh, you can tell him about this, I just care about it, there is no other meaning."
"OK." Blinder's eyes returned to normal.
But what Van Basten didn't know was that even if he didn't speak up, Blind would tell his roommate about it immediately...
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"Long, that fellow Marco actually asked me what you did last night..."
After hearing Blinder's original description, Long Shute couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly.
My own training state was indeed not at the level yesterday, and the head coach's worries are not unreasonable.
It is said that women in love do not have much IQ, but in fact men are not very smart either.
Oh, I'm sorry, he hasn't entered the love period yet, at most he is just an investigation object...
"You don't blame me, do you?" Blind scratched his head in embarrassment.
"It's nothing, I can understand his mood," Long Shute waved his hand, "Let's go to training."
He took a deep breath.
What little witch, forget it for now.
To meet myself will be the most important game since my career.
Absolutely no mistakes are allowed! -
5 month 27 day.
London, Wembley Stadium.
Press room.
Van Basten, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly realized that, as the coach of the visiting team... he could not help but tremble slightly.
Those English reporters kept asking themselves questions:
"Mr. Van Basten, as the biggest dark horse in this year's Champions League, how do you feel about being able to enter the final Champions League?"
"You are facing the greatest football coach in the history of the British Isles. He has entered the final Champions League final three times in his coaching career and won twice. How confident are you in defeating him in front of such a glorious honor? ?”
"Manchester United has entered the Champions League final three times in the past four years, and almost all of your players are the first time. Are you under a lot of pressure?"
Am I stressed?
Van Basten looked at his slightly trembling hands, as well as the uncontrollable and constantly beating blue veins and blood vessels, and laughed at himself.
When he traveled across Europe and won consecutive Golden Globes, he had never felt the way he does today.
Players and coaches are indeed two completely different professions...
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As half of the host, Manchester United coach Alex Ferguson folded his hands slightly, observing his opponent quietly.
With his sharp eyesight, he has long noticed Van Basten's subtle movements.
nervous?
now it's right.
If Van Basten behaved calmly, answered questions and talked with eloquence, and even chatted happily with these unscrupulous reporters in England, Ferguson would probably wonder if his years of experience have been eaten by dogs...
Now, Ferguson can smile with satisfaction.
Originally, before the semi-finals, Ferguson complained a lot about UEFA's draw. They encountered such hard bones as Chelsea and Real Madrid in a row. They almost breathed a sigh of relief in the finals, but when he saw that the opponents in the finals were not the champions. When Barcelona, the big favorite and eliminated Manchester United two years ago, he couldn't help admiring "God is really fair", "God gave you the strongest opponent in the quarter-finals and semi-finals, and it really will be in the final I gave myself the biggest gift bag"...
Ajax?
Manchester United fans are ready to win the salute and beer, and the club's jersey sponsors can't wait to start printing the special edition jerseys that won the championship!
Of course Ferguson will not underestimate the enemy like this, but it does not prevent him from making a judgment: Ajax is of course easier to deal with than Real Madrid and Barcelona.
That's right, Ajax eliminated Barcelona and also defeated Real Madrid, but Ferguson has seen through Van Basten's tricks, and only by making targeted arrangements, whether it is Long Special or Suarez, Not enough evidence!
Speaking of Long Shute... it is indeed necessary to take strict precautions.
The old Scottish man nodded slightly, his eyes turned from Van Basten to the side, and then he saw a young but arrogant face.
"A reporter asked a question just now, and our head coach didn't have time to answer it. I can help you."
Ajax's vice-captain snatched the microphone from the head coach's mouth, and Van Basten not only had no dissatisfaction, but heaved a sigh of relief.
Only Long Shute's deep but clear voice echoed slowly in the release hall:
"Are we under pressure? Yes, we have to admit that when we reach the Champions League final for the first time, we will feel a little bit of pressure, just like students going to university entrance exams or company recruitment interviews, it is very simple.
But I think the pressure on Sir Alex Ferguson and his disciples is even greater, because they are taking the exam for the second time in three years. If they fail the exam, then...they will only become the laughing stock of the whole world! "
Ferguson couldn't help biting his teeth.
Yes, Ajax is a big package, so Manchester United must win to earn dignity and honor.
If you can't win... then everyone will laugh at the most gloating!
You can't even win Ajax, why are you bragging about the European overlord, the super red devil?!
(End of this chapter)