Green Dragon

Chapter 42 Ultraman and the Monster
Sunday, February 2009, 8.

Sunny to cloudy, 13-26 degrees.

Perhaps because of the strong dialogue, the Eredivisie League officially arranged this focus game in the afternoon. When the game officially started, the Chinese audience thousands of miles away had not even had time to eat dinner.

Although it was the afternoon with the highest temperature, a few dark clouds just covered the not-so-hot sun.

This is the perfect weather for racing.

The Philips Stadium, which can accommodate [-] spectators, was crowded with people—but due to the overall situation of the Eredivisie League, even for such a matchup, the stadium did not reach the full attendance rate.

"Look here, lads."

In the locker room of the home team, head coach Fred Lutten is giving his final speech.

Upon hearing the leader's words, the assistant coach hastily turned on the projector.

In a burst of noise, a group of people appeared on the big screen on the wall.

"Marco, Marco, what do you think of Florence?"

"Mr. Van Basten, Champions League qualification..."

"Suarez, the Champions League..."

"The Champions League..."

"Champions League, Champions League, Champions League..."

There was a trace of annoyance on Lu Teng's face, and his eyes were like swords, slashing across the faces of his team members one by one:

"It's not the damn Champions League! It's the Dutch Bundesliga with us in Eindhoven!"

On the faces of those unknown players, Lu Teng saw the expressions he wanted to see.

Some people frowned, some clenched their fists, and some gritted their teeth, showing a ferocious side face.

"Van Basten and Ajax players, their minds must be full of the Champions League qualifiers two days later!" Lu Teng was very satisfied with their reaction, "Those who want to make a difference in the Champions League Players who perform well will definitely not give their best in the league!"

"But!" he raised his voice, "Let's tell Van Basten! At the Philips Stadium, if you want to hold back...they will be disappointed!"

"Let these gentlemen from Amsterdam live their dreams!"

Unlike Ajax, which advocates art and attack, PSV's style tends to be a little more calm and conservative, but this does not mean that their players do not have passion. They have kept the biggest club in the Netherlands under their ass for many years in a row , then you must never watch your opponent climb up from under you!
"Damn Ajax!"

A player let out a roar.

"Fuck them!"

More people roared up to the sky, and the ceiling of the locker room rustled amidst the roars, like trembling enemies.

Lu Teng opened the door of the locker room, and a huge din came in in an instant.

"Let Van Basten understand one thing: who is the most successful club in Dutch football in the past five years!"
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Even though there were only [-] spectators, why did they make such a loud noise?
Long Shute listened to the deafening sound waves from the stands, and a layer of goose bumps inadvertently exploded on his arms.

All eyes are on the center circle. In that area, Ajax captain Suarez is guessing coins with Eindhoven captain Simmons, but Long is looking for the opponent he is about to face in the opponent's half. opponent.

Altman Bacal.

Born in 1985, 182 cm tall, 76 kg in weight, right-footed, offensive central midfielder, can also play as a guest forward, has scoring ability, played 28 times in the league last season, scored 5 goals, is a team that cannot be ignored In addition to actively participating in the offense, he also has certain defensive capabilities and often serves as the first line of defense.

Even if the information in the system is not called, Long Shute has already fully understood the characteristics of this opponent from the preparation information of the coaching staff.

This is not only an offensive and defensive frontcourt player, but also... In the system data, this guy named "Ultraman" scored twice in this real game ...

"I'm so sorry..."

Long Shute narrowed his eyes slightly, and the two sword eyebrows seemed to leap out of the scabbard.

"You're missing two goals this season..."
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"drop!"

When the referee blew the whistle to start the game, Ajax, who won the kick-off, immediately launched an offensive.

They are already too familiar with Eindhoven, and there is no need for hypocritical temptations. Emmanuel Sen made a breakthrough from the left and then went straight into the penalty area. Forward Romedal simply slashed diagonally and received the pass, swung his thigh Just a burst shot!
"Oh!"

Eindhoven's door frame made a violent sound, and goalkeeper Isaacson looked at the trembling goal post, and felt a sense of surviving for a moment.

"Romedal is really unlucky! It's very difficult for an offensive opportunity like just now to appear again!"

Of course, the live broadcast of the Dutch National TV is indispensable for the two-horse battle. De Kool shook his head and said: "Yes, this is Eindhoven's home stadium. God is obviously on the home team's side today!"

His partner Yang Sen couldn't help but rolled his eyes:

please!Why did the TV station... let this well-known PSV fan commentate the game? !

De Cour obviously won't hear this complaint, he is still waving the flag for his home team:
"Those who waste their chances will be punished! May the players of Ajax not wear shooting boots today!"
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God obviously didn't hear Dekuer's cry.

Eindhoven's subsequent performance was not even as good as Ajax's. Their attack momentum was stopped by their opponents without even crossing the center line.

The one who blocked them in the midfield was the young player with infinitely close to zero game experience.

"The position of the Chinese teenager is just right! Before Dejusac can start, he judged the direction of the pass in advance!"

The guest Yang Sen did not have too obvious tendencies, so he was able to explain easily.

Kudel curled his lips: "Ottoman Bakar obviously hasn't studied the special characteristics of Longshu. How can such a slow pass escape the speed of the little Chinese guy?!"

But we have to make some sense: you, Long Shute, are not a famous superstar at all, so why ask your opponent to study him specifically?

Besides, from your debut to the present, how many official games have you played in total?Even if the other party really wants to study... there is nothing to refer to!

From the only information available, Altman Bacal only knows that this little guy with black hair is very good at speed and has excellent defensive ability, but his basic skills are too rough, and he will hardly have any effect on offense...

In the eyes of the Dutch, a football player who can only defend is not even qualified to play!
Players like this shouldn't even exist in Dutch football!
Long Shute is not a fool. He could feel the contempt in Bakar's eyes when he shook hands with Bakar before the game, so when the game started, Bakar immediately felt a strong pressure.

His every move was closely watched by that young opponent, and he was almost unable to move an inch in the middle!

He can only pass the ball to the wing!

But the intention of passing the ball this time was too obvious, not strong enough, and not fast enough. The little black-haired guy just took a stride and stopped the ball in front of Dejusac on the left!

Bakar was taken aback for a moment, then rushed towards him, ready to counterattack immediately, but just as he took a step, Long Shute's right foot had already hit the ball!

"Chinese dragon... long pass?!"

(End of this chapter)