Green Dragon

Chapter 44 Who took the medicine?

"Luis... Suarez! 2-0!"

"Suarez! Still Suarez! 3-0!"

"The Uruguayan striker scored a hat-trick before half-time! His feet are burning hot this season!"

"Ajax turned away at the Philips Stadium! Eindhoven was defeated!"

When the whistle sounded for the end of the first half, all PSV players finally took a breath, and then hurriedly got into the player's channel with their heads down.

Head coach Lu Teng even returned to the locker room before the whistle blew. He didn't want to hear the harsh whistle.

"Call..."

Sparse whistles sounded from the stands at Philips Stadium.

It’s not like the home fans are getting cold feet. Although Eindhoven is playing in a mess, their fans are not booing their home team—that’s what noble and picky Real Madrid and Barcelona fans will do. Declining Eredivisie fans haven't acquired this luxury yet...
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"Louis, have you taken your medicine today?"

Soleimani, who sat on the bench for 45 minutes, patted Suarez on the shoulder half-jealously and half-jokingly:

"Three goals in four shots! Are you still letting me hang around?"

Although there is a certain competitive relationship between them, both of them have quite casual personalities. Suarez didn't care about the sour vinegar taste in the opponent's mouth. He just asked for a game ball from the referee with a smile on his face, and then returned it to him. One sentence: "It's not that you don't know, the coach only let me play for 50 minutes, of course I have to do my best to perform."

For this answer, Soleimani had nothing to say.

He and his teammates know that although Suarez will not put all his time and energy on the training ground like the team's training madman-Long Shute, as long as he stands on the court, the Uruguayan striker's attention will be Highly concentrated.

Especially after taking Sofia by his side in the first half of the year and completing the major events in his life, Suarez, who had no other distractions, seemed to suddenly become enlightened overnight, scoring goals and assists in an endless stream, and he undoubtedly became Ajax. Adams' master thigh.

Similar to Long Shute, Suarez is also a player with an extremely strong will to fight and a strong will to fight. He may often be criticized for liking to dive near the penalty area when he just debuted, but no one will deny it. He can definitely do his best for the victory. Even in a disadvantaged situation, he is the unyielding warrior who fought to the last drop of blood.

Even the aloof Van Basten believes that if anyone in the current Ajax lineup can become a world-class superstar like himself, it must be Suarez, this is an out-and-out top killer , a real fighter.

But now, the head coach is criticizing the "Van Basten successor" in the dressing room.

"Hat-trick? Goals in three league games in a row? Congratulations, but what does that forced shot at the end mean?"

Van Basten folded his hands on his chest, with a displeased face: "Dario is almost facing an empty goal, and you are surrounded by three players, why don't you pass it to him?"

"Uh...I'm so excited, sorry," Suarez grinned, and turned to look at his partner, striker Kvitanich, "Sorry, Dario, I will definitely pay more attention to your position in the second half."

"Uh...don't worry, I can understand." Facing such a frank teammate, how could Kvitanich have any temper, he could only smile and shake his head.

"There is no second half," Van Basten waved his hand, "You can rest now, and Miralem will take your place."

Suarez looked at Soleimani, and both forwards were dumbfounded.

It doesn't matter to Suarez, 5 minutes more or 5 minutes less has no effect on him. Anyway, he has already staged a hat-trick, and the champagne of the best player of the game has long been in his pocket.

But Soleimani was in a hurry: he hadn't warmed up yet, and after sitting on the bench for nearly an hour, he hurriedly played... it would only increase the probability of injury!

So he kicked open the door of the locker room with a bang, and took off his coat while running outside.

He needs to hurry up to warm up!
Seeing Soleimani's flustered appearance, the players staying in the locker room all laughed, and even the coaches showed a relaxed look on their faces.

Long Shute frowned.

In reality, isn't that how they fail?

Leading into the rest time, and then began to relax, and then less than 5 minutes later, he was beaten all over his face, and by then it was too late to cheer up again...

But he can't tell everyone about his worries, otherwise he will be regarded as crazy by everyone...

How could the huge advantage of the three-goal lead be reversed? !
Our Ajax is not AC Milan!

Eindhoven is not Liverpool!

My "White Swan" of the Dutch Three Musketeers...not even that Italian fat man Ancelotti!
Do you dare to curse us to be reversed?
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Knowing the history and the future is actually not a happy thing.

For example, now, Long Shute is very uncomfortable.

It was obviously a great situation where his team led by three goals, but because he knew the outcome, he couldn't help being a little nervous.

It's not the tension of fear, but the subconscious adjustment of the body. The muscles in the whole body have never relaxed, and they can support him to complete the sprint and explosion anytime and anywhere.

But... the other Ajax players did not have this kind of awareness. They had adjusted their mentality long ago and greeted the second half of the game with a relaxed and casual mood. Even Suleimani, who came off the bench, had no offensive Show positive signs, and others will be even more needy.

When the whole team relaxed, Long Shute's nervousness and adversary were obviously out of place.

Due to the sharp reduction in the amount of training this week, his energy was a little too much, so everyone saw the result of the single youth going crazy.

Eindhoven's central midfielder Altman Bakar had just received a direct pass from the backcourt. Before he could turn around, he was robbed of the football by Long Shute.

The full-back Barras de Josac had just received a football from the middle, and was about to make a wild run on the side, but Long Shute, who rushed to the horse, swept the ball out of bounds with a sliding tackle .

The full-back Salcido threw the ball into the middle with a long shot. Afeilai had just retreated near the landing point. Mi Yuan...

Annoyed and furious, Afeilai looked back, the damn visiting team No. 8 was soaring into the air, using a fierce header to direct the throw-in ball thrown by Salcido to a safe area...

In the first 20 minutes of the second half, Long Shute's figure could appear in almost every position on the pitch. When PSV started to attack, he wished that he could turn into ten afterimages and kill every player on the opponent. Keep a close eye on it.

"Long Shute... He alone resolved all the offensives of Eindhoven!"

"He is one against ten!"

"Even the peak Makelele can't reach this level!"

The commentators of Guangdong TV began talking nonsense excitedly.

One against ten is of course an exaggeration, but Long Shute’s defense of key players and interception of key passes did make Eindhoven’s many offensives come to an end, especially the central midfielder Altman Bacal, who is good at The player who suddenly stepped forward with a burst shot was stared at by Long Shute throughout the game. As soon as the football was about to pass to his feet, he could immediately hear the gust of wind passing by!
The No. 8 player of Ajax is like a wild dog in estrus, staring at his ass, and there is no way to get rid of him no matter what!
For a full 75 minutes, Bacal didn't even find a chance to shoot!

"It seems that he was not allowed to play in the last round of the league... This kid was suffocated..."

Van Basten stroked his chin, but the corners of his mouth turned up.

Assistant coach Witzger also nodded with a smile: "Bakar has been substituted, look at his face...you must have a nightmare tonight?"

Fanskipp laughed.

Then they all heard a question from Suarez sitting on the bench:
"Who took the medicine?!"

(End of this chapter)