bigabreads Chapter 213 The Door to Victory Is Locked
Chapter 213 The Door to Victory Is Locked
Chapter 213 The Door to Victory Is Locked
Over Wembley Stadium, the sound of mountains and tsunamis seemed to never stop.
Not far from the media box where Duan Yixuan and Zhang Lu were, the Sky TV box was always filled with passionate voices.
"Park (Park Ji-sung) split! Giggs through! Wayne... Rooney! Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Rooney's amazing long shot! The score is two to zero!"
"Valencia cross! Pea catches the ball, he is pushed by Enno! The referee blows a free kick! Giggs takes the penalty... oh! Goal!"
"Unstoppable! Manchester United is unstoppable! Under such a violent bombardment by the Premier League hegemony, the Dutchman surrendered in less than 10 minutes!"
"The score is now 3-0! Manchester United's hands are infinitely close to the Big Ears Cup!"
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Compared to the hustle and bustle next door, Duan Yixuan and Zhang Lu seemed very helpless.
In the Dutch TV box on the other side, De Kool and Jansen were also downcast.
Although they are not hard-core supporters of Van Basten and Ajax, they often make jokes in the Eredivisie league, but this is the final of the Champions League, and they can't bear to see the representative team of their home country being treated like this. humiliation……
Whether it is a Chinese or a Dutch commentator, they are all saying the same words:
"Van Basten should make some changes. His team is on the verge of extinction. If Manchester United scores another goal, these young people in Ajax may collapse directly!"
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In the VIP box, the faces of Johan Jacques and Cruyff had long since lost the healthy rosiness they had at the start of the game.
In the same room with them was the vice chairman of the Manchester United club, Glazer Jr.
Little Glazer, who represented his father in the final, smiled happily. This Yankee is not like those old-fashioned Brits. He is about to win, so why should he maintain that damn etiquette?
Didn't it mean winners and losers?
Why can't I laugh unrestrainedly? -
If Jacques and Cruyff were in China, they would definitely make a phone call to their subordinates, and then tell the head coach who was in a daze on the sidelines to leave during the intermission.
But they're all Dutch, so they didn't do that.
They did not leave the VIP box even though the midfield whistle had been blown.
They just watched Van Basten trudging down the tunnel with a heavy heart.
If this game continues like this...it will definitely be a disaster!
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Van Basten never dreamed that the tactics he had carefully prepared since the beginning of May would be so vulnerable!
After conceding the first goal, he also tried to encourage the players to continue to attack, but just 5 minutes later, Rooney scored the goal to extend the score.
From then on, Ajax's offense could no longer threaten Van der Sar's gate. The players looked forward and back and were timid, causing every advance to be insignificant.
The second half... what to do?
Onslaught?
That would only lead to a worse death, right?
There are Scholes and Nani on the Manchester United bench, one is good at passing the ball in a wide range, the other is Ronaldo's successor, and there is Michael Owen, who is not explosive but has more superb shooting skills!
How to do?
what to do! -
"Glory to Manchester United!
The Red Devils go forward!
Like those Busby kids once,
We'll let the red devil's banner fly high,
Everywhere you will see,
You'll hear people singing proudly:
'Man United! Manchester United! Manchester United! '
We are boys in red,
We're on our way to Wembley!
Wembley!Wembley!
In 1999, we won the Triple Crown for the first time,
In 2008, we won the European Championship again,
Today, we will be back on top of the world! "
Those crazy England fans in the stands have already started a singing competition to celebrate the victory.
Although the Ajax fans tried their best to fight against each other, the disadvantage in numbers could only make their voices swallowed in an instant.
Amid the sound and waves all over the sky, Emma Watson and Alexander are like a small leaf, swaying left and right with the waves.
The only good thing is that they are all located in the Ajax fan area, and the noise attack they have endured is not the most ferocious, but despite this, the communication between them can only be carried out by yelling.
"Emma! I can't stand it!"
Alex leaned close to his sister's ear and said loudly:
"Ajax is finished! We can go home!"
But his sister shook her head.
Alex saw his sister's lips move visibly, but he heard nothing because of the noise in the stadium.
He wanted to take his female companion to retreat first, but when he saw the big shirtless men all over the place, he finally couldn't bear to leave his beautiful biological sister in this dangerous place full of male hormones, so Had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit down again.
He's starting to regret it now.
Why come to a football match?
How comfortable it would be to go to a race!
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Suarez gritted his teeth as he walked towards the player tunnel.
He didn't hang his head down, his fighting spirit would only get stronger and stronger.
But... whenever the team is in adversity, his teeth will become more and more itchy. Once the blood surges, he really can't guarantee that he will not open his bloody mouth and bite at the Manchester United defender.
A big hand suddenly patted his head, followed by a familiar voice.
"Louis, what are you thinking?"
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When the morale of the team is low, their vice-captain remains calm.
Every Ajax player was slapped by Longshut. Some of them have begun to lose confidence, while others have not given up completely like Suarez.
Long Shute saw their emotions and was the first to return to the locker room.
Van Basten, who came back early, is discussing tactical adjustments intensely with his coaching team, but it can be seen from their tired expressions that they have not reached any consensus.
Then they saw the first player who returned to the locker room lock the door of the room and walked towards them.
"What are you doing?"
Weitzger pointed to the door he had locked.
This doesn't look like a posture of forcing the palace, does it?
In addition to their four coaches, there are goalkeeper coaches, fitness coaches, team doctors, and physical therapists in the room. There are more than ten people in total. How can he fight alone?
Just listen to the team's vice-captain say:
"Coach, I'm sorry to interrupt your discussion, but I want to give my opinion."
Long Shute speaks very fast, because his teammates will arrive soon.
Van Basten looked at him and nodded slightly.
"Eriksen has almost no defensive role on the wing, Valencia and Fabio have been a threat from here many times, even Giggs can get away easily in his defense, we have to adjust in this position. .”
With the help of the overall analysis of the system, he can see more clearly than anyone else. Eriksson's strength is on the offensive end, and he is really not good at defense.
"For whom?" Van Basten said only two words.
Among the players on the bench, the defense of the two midfielders Lindgren or Ozbiliz is not as good as Eriksson. Although Suleimani can play on the left, he is also not good at defense.
After the transfer of Emmanuel Sen in the winter window, Ajax's left midfielder has always been a rotation position, but every player seems to be unable to reach the level of both offense and defense.
Long Shute gave his candidate: "Let Daly play."
"Daly?" Several coaches showed different expressions.
But no one would say that Long Shute "employs nepotism" and recommends his roommate...
Because they all know that Blind is a substitute player for the left back, and his defensive ability is of course much better than the few midfield teammates who tend to attack, but...
Van Basten frowned: "But in this way, the midfielder will have fewer troops to attack..."
Long Shute interrupted him: "Leave it to Louis and me, as well as Sim, and the offense will start from the middle! And Daly has a long pass!"
The door of the locker room has been slammed by the players behind, and there is not much time left for Long Shute.
Van Basten didn't speak, his brows frowned even tighter.
Fantskip went up and opened the door.
"What's the situation?" Someone asked.
Fantskip laughed. "Do you really want an answer from me? We're working on a..."
"Shut up!" Bergkamp interrupted him hastily, "It was just accidentally locked."
The players who were extremely familiar with Fantskip's style couldn't help shaking their heads.
After everyone walked in, the door was closed again.
"Free to rest for 10 minutes, I will talk about tactics in the last 5 minutes." Van Basten waved to the players, and then continued to discuss with the coaching team in the corner.
Suarez and Long Shute were also called by them as captains, and the others sat in their respective positions with their eyes closed and rested. The physical coaches, team doctors and physiotherapists provided different services according to the needs of each individual.
Time always flies when you are behind.
Some people felt that they had just closed their eyes, and before their physical fatigue could be relieved, the head coach's voice sounded in their ears again.
"The rest time is over," Van Basten finally made up his mind. He nodded to Long Shute, "Daly, you go out to warm up first, and Coach Dennis will tell you the tactics during the warm-up."
Blind stood up in surprise. He didn't expect that he would get 45 minutes of playing in this final!
"I'm sorry, Christian," van Basten expressed regret to another young player, "you have to rest, we need to strengthen the defense on the wing."
Although Eriksson was very disappointed, as the youngest player in the first team, he had no choice but to nod obediently and obey the coach's adjustment.
Another player, left back Anita, was a false alarm...
"In the second half, our wings shrunk and we kept within ten meters of the back line. The back line cannot be separated easily, and you don't need to attack, including Van der Veer. Your first task is to stabilize the defense line and ensure that no more goals are lost. .”
"But……"
Someone opened his mouth and wanted to make an opinion, but was interrupted by the head coach waving.
"I know what you want to say, what about the offense?"
Van Basten patted his two captains:
"Leave it to them!"
(End of this chapter)