Green Dragon

Chapter 57 Can You Still Run?

"Pfft!"

Van Basten sat down on the coach's bench.

His team equalized in the final moments of regulation, but there was no gleam of joy on his face.

"This damn football!"

He covered his chest with one hand, smiled wryly and shook his head.

Inside the chest, it seemed as if ten thousand grass horses were running wild!
He was really afraid that he would collapse at this moment!
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In the silent Frankie Stadium, there was a sound of "ding ding dong dong".

"In the 93rd minute of the game, Fiorentina 1, Ajax 2, the total score was 3-3, the scorer, Ajax No. 8, Long Shute..."

Prandelli sat down on his coach's bench!

He began to regret his behavior just now!
He raised his arms, as if embracing the whole world...but he became a fool in the eyes of the world!
Damn Ajax!
Damn number 8! -
"It's really ups and downs in stoppage time!"

He Wei couldn't restrain his emotions, he almost knelt down to celebrate in the live broadcast room.

"First, Jovetic almost made a breakthrough, and then Long Shute ran for thousands of miles. A very threatening cooperative attack was stopped abruptly because of the opponent's foul... Immediately after the team captain Suarez was sent off, Ajak Si couldn't even determine the player who kicked the free kick... At this moment, the young player Long Shute from China stepped forward!"

"The times make heroes. Just when everyone thought it was just an ordinary free kick, Long Shute kicked a pass that no one could have predicted!" He Wei punched himself On the table in front of him, "He passed the football...to himself two seconds later! He broke the goal of Florence himself!"

Colleagues who were doing logistical work behind the scenes couldn't help but roll their eyes.

Pass it to yourself two seconds later?

Although you are called a poet, but... can you be more reliable?
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"You didn't intend to pass it on to us from the beginning, did you?"

Soleimani slapped Long Shute on the shoulder. He was a substitute in the second half and still had a lot of energy, so this slap made his teammate grin his teeth and almost twist his facial muscles.

Before Long Shute could answer, he was pushed to the ground by more teammates!
Even the substitute goalkeeper Vermeer jumped directly into the crowd, firmly on top!

"what!"

Someone below uttered a scream, but it was immediately drowned in the waves of ecstasy...
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After a brief goal celebration, the game resumed.

Fiorentina had no intention of actively attacking after the kick-off, they just passed the ball back and forth in the backcourt to delay time.

The Ajax players, who had one less player to fight, were still panting and did not launch a press.

When the time passed by the 5th minute, the referee finally blew the whistle for the end of the regular game.

Van Basten finally calmed down from his beating heart. He shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up.

He subconsciously glanced at the Fiorentina coach, but saw the sneer at the corner of Prandelli's mouth.

He suddenly understood the opponent's intentions.
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Long Shute took off his jersey, took the towel and water bottle from Blind, poured himself a chill, and then wiped it carelessly.

He felt a little pity.

If just now, the Fiorentina players were hot-headed and aggressively launched an attack, maybe he could hit them with a counterattack with speed and kill the game within the regular time...

But Prandelli, the old fox, forcibly suppressed the player's impulse and chose to drag the game into overtime.

30 minutes of extra time...

Does Ajax, with one less player, still have the strength to last until the end?

Even if they can survive to the final penalty shootout, these young people with an average age of 22 years old and whose mental quality is not stable...can they play against experienced Italians?
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Van Basten was very embarrassed.

The injury of the main goalkeeper made him have to waste a substitution. In order to strengthen the offensive and score goals, the other two players he replaced were also attack-oriented. Now he wants to stabilize the defense, but finds that he has no one. available.

Especially in the position of left back, it is impossible to continue to let Long Shute take care of it, otherwise he will definitely be exhausted...

Van Basten's eyes flicked over the player's goal, and his mood was constantly changing.

"Ulby," he finally made a decision, "retreat your position, focus on the defensive end, and leave the offense to others!"

Emmanuel Sen nodded while panting, running for 90 minutes, and helping Blinder to defend. In the end, even Blinder was gone. Now he really doesn't have much physical fitness to continue to participate in the offense.

"We must first stabilize our position, and then we need to defend." Van Basten's gaze finally became firm at this moment. "In the first 15 minutes, we will give Fiorentina the initiative."

All the players were taken aback, and even the coaching team couldn't help turning to him as the coach collectively.

They have followed Van Basten for a whole year, and some national team players even followed him to the European Cup last year. When will Van Basten say such a thing? !

"By the way, Dragon," the deployment time of overtime was very short, and it was impossible for Van Basten to explain his tactics in detail. He looked at the young midfielder who was wiping his body, "You can still run ?"

Long Shute threw the wet towel to Blind, his eyes were firmer than the head coach: "I can run until the last second!"
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"Overtime has begun," De Coul sat down in his seat again, and he pointed out Ajax's weakness as soon as he opened his mouth. "Suarez must be very regretful now. As the captain, why did he play in this game?" Fever at the most critical moment? This is an away game, and Ajax has one player missing. Not only are they facing huge defensive pressure, but they also lack the sharpest weapon on the offensive end. How do you let them play? ?”

Yang Sen observed the lineups of both sides intently: "Van Basten seems to have adjusted the lineup..."

"Adjustment?" Dekuer sneered dismissively, "No matter how much he adjusts, he can't change the current situation!"

Yang Sen didn't care about his attitude: "Emman Nursen obviously switched to full-back, Lindgren turned from the center to the left, Kvitanich continued to the right, and Suleimani was alone. In the front, De Jong and Long Special still serve as a barrier in the midfield..."

"It's just a routine adjustment," said De Cour with an "unexpected" look. "The defense was filled, but the frontcourt was short-handed, whether it was Suleimani or Kvitanich. , are strikers who need the support of their teammates to score goals, and neither of them can reach the level of Suarez!"

Players are generally divided into two types: team players and individual hero players. The former needs the cooperation of teammates to shine, but the latter can dominate the game in almost any situation!

Suarez is a hero who can tear apart the opponent's defense on his own!

But... the hero is sitting in the dressing room in a daze right now...

His teammates are now in a major crisis.

Fiorentina's offensive was like a frenzy, wave after wave, slapping heavily on Ajax's defensive levee, as if it would destroy it at any time!
(End of this chapter)