Football: The immortal legend on the green field

The avian influenza virus began to spread around the world, with East Asia and Southeast Asia being the hardest hit areas.

The problem is not very serious for the Netherlands, a low-altitude country in Northern Europe, but more than 100 virus carriers have been detected, which has caused panic among the people.

Medical experts have called for people to stay at home unless necessary and to wear medical masks when going out, but this has been criticized by countless so-called democratic and liberal activists who believe that this is an obstruction to people's right to live freely. As for the inability to control the spread of the disease, that is a manifestation of the incompetence of the government and medical departments. How can they let ordinary citizens pay for their freedom?

This argument seems to dominate public opinion in Europe and the United States, which is outrageous.

Under such circumstances, football is still played, dancing is still performed, and large gatherings are not delayed at all, such as this FA Cup match.

The Dutch Football Association is also weird. Didn’t Neeskens, who is already over 50 years old, register with the Football Association? They came up with a weird idea to let Neeskens play for a few minutes symbolically to boost the morale of the panicked people.

In the locker room, reporters did not back down under Neeskens' intimidation, and a local reporter asked: "Can I take a photo?"

"No photography allowed." This is what the security guard on the scene said.

The depressed reporters were unwilling to accept this, as this was the first time Neeskens had put on the jersey in more than 30 years. Once it came true, it would be a historic moment for the return of the Dutch football master.

“I’ll just take a picture…”

"No photography allowed! Don't make me say it a third time!"

"Hey, you can take a picture of me." Shen Bin said.

The local reporter walked up to Shen Bin unwillingly and asked, "What do you want to say to the Dutch fans?"

"Please don't forget that great and kind Chinese man. He is much kinder than your hero and more gentlemanly than the self-righteous guy," Shen Bin said. "That person is me."

The reporter looked at Shen Bin in shock. This was really like giving Neeskens a slap in the face! How dare this Chinese player?

The reporter asked back: "Are you sure that if you report such words to the public, the Dutch fans will like you?"

"Just you know, I don't care. I am just that kind of person. Strength on the field determines everything, and everything else is shit." Shen Bin shrugged and said, "If the Dutch fans can't tolerate me, I can go to Juventus in Italy, Atletico Madrid or Sevilla in Spain, or go to old man Ferguson at Old Trafford in England. As long as I nod, they are willing to pay the 30 million yuan penalty."

The reporters at the scene were all crazy. Are there really so many teams competing for this Chinese genius? But at least Manchester United wanted him to be real, maybe he was not lying.

The Chinese reporter was frightened by Neeskens just now, and stood at the door of the locker room and shouted, "Shen Bin, is everything you said true? Your liquidated damages are 30 million euros, is that true? And are they really willing to pay 30 million euros for you?"

"Look, you haven't really understood the details of my contract, but you just made a few reports at random. Those who cut off the beginning and the end and distorted the facts will be in trouble. This is the Netherlands and the EU. There is no human relations here. It's the New Gold News, right? And the reporter who wrote the article, and the more than 30 trolls who fanned the flames on the Internet, they will receive summonses from the Dutch or EU courts in a few days. I don't have the law to punish the masses. It's as if they are going to go to jail in Europe. I don't accept apologies or reconciliation."

After the reporter left, Neeskens sarcastically asked, "Is it your nature to be disliked?"

"No, I just know that Dutch fans won't buy my shoes at this stage, so I don't care what they feel about me." Shen Bin retorted, "But I believe some people will lose some fans from the Eastern power because of their arrogance."

Just yesterday, Adidas and Puma both sent letters to Star Group, beginning their competition for this rising oriental star in advance. As brand spokespersons, they lost to Reebok in the competition for Yao Ming and to Nike in the competition for Liu Xiang. They don't want to lose again in this battle for Shen Bin.

Both brands communicated these matters with Hallam Athletic in advance.

Neeskens and Horst Jr. wanted to tie Shen Bin to the team, but were ignored by the two multinational companies.

Shen Bin continued with Zaneskens.

Tonight, the Philips Stadium was packed with people, and the Dutch seemed to show their courage as the coachmen of the sea, facing the challenge of bird flu head-on.

The opening ceremony of the FA Cup was grand. Queen Maxima Zorreguieta of the Netherlands appeared again, along with the mayor of Eindhoven. Then, a live broadcast was played of Dutch Prime Minister Osas Galloway talking about the significance of Neeskens' return to the Dutch society's fight against avian influenza... Then, there was a tribute to the medical workers fighting on the front line, to the community service personnel, to the firefighters, and to the Dutch spirit... If they continued to pay tribute like this, Shen Bin would vomit.

Fortunately, they at least knew that this was the opening ceremony of the game, and the game itself was the most important. It would be enough to pay tribute. For a game with a spectator population comparable to that of the finals, no matter how fancy your tributes are, people will still gather here, which may cause the risk of large-scale spread of avian influenza. What's the use!

Afterwards, the starting players of both sides came on the field.

Eindhoven's starting lineup, goalkeeper: Harry Kuipers, the Netherlands national team's second goalkeeper.

Defenders: Right-back Jan Cruyff, ?Central defenders Frank de Boer and Darwin Ebsen, ?Left-back Willem van Dijkoff.

Midfielders: Philipp Koke, Marc van Bommel, Johan van Hondalen.

Forwards: José, Gist Enzenhofer and Rudolf Kuipers.

Together with Harry Kuipers, PSV Eindhoven also have Frank de Boer, Willem van Dijkoff, Philipp Kock, Marc van Bommel and Rudolf Kuipers, up to six Dutch national team players. ?

Together with Cameroon international Jose and Norwegian international Ebsen, they can form a national team.

In the case of Haarlem, apart from the 58-year-old Neeskens, only the national youth team's Gular has national team experience. Oh! I forgot about the Korean youth team's starting striker Lee Dong-guk.

Why did they start with Lee Dong-gook instead of Howard who scored a goal three days ago? Didn't they know that he was selected for the Dutch Olympic team five years ago?

Wouldn’t the scene look better this way?

Because Neeskens thought Howard was not working hard enough and could not practice three or four hours every day like Shen Bin and the other four young men.

The reason why Shen Bin did not start was not because Shen Bin could only play half the game. Neeskens thought that if he promoted the best players in the team except Shen Bin to the starting positions, instead of using that arrogant and annoying guy who always opposed him, and replaced him by himself, he could completely achieve the effect of the second half against Utrecht three days ago.

Shen Bin and Hallam sat on the sidelines staring at each other.

"Seeing you're on the bench makes me feel better." Howard mocked, "How come the best player on the training ground can't start?"

Shen Bin saw the stern eyes of the old coach Martins looking at him, and resisted the urge to verbally curse Neeskens. He said expressionlessly: "Although I practice three times a day, I am not working hard enough to get the recognition of the King of Amsterdam."

"Why is it the Amsterdam King?" Haarlem wondered.

"Because the Dutch football king is Cruyff, the European football king is Beckenbauer, and the world football king is Maradona, he has no choice but to be the Amsterdam football king."

"How terrible! It turns out that he is not a human being, he is the regional football king." Howard has been led astray by Shen Bin, and blaspheming the Dutch gods has become an indispensable entertainment in his life.

Shen Bin snorted coldly: "You already think highly of him by holding him to human standards."

"Ahem..." Martins felt like he was being pricked by a needle. "Can you guys talk less?"

Shen Bin felt that he had not said enough and should say more.

Amid the deafening noise throughout the Philips Stadium, referee Kohler looked at his watch, put the whistle in his mouth, and blew the whistle to start the game.

After the game started, there were no surprises. The traditional Dutch top three were not as strong as when the Dutch Three Musketeers were still in the team in the 90s, but they were more than enough to deal with a garbage team like Haarlem.

With the help of their overwhelming strength and the right time, place and people, PSV Eindhoven launched a tidal attack on Haarlem's defense.

Gerard Vanenberg's Dutch team is famous for its insanity. When playing well, they beat Real Madrid 2-0 at their home ground in the Champions League last season. When playing badly, they can also lose 0-3 to Shakhtar Donetsk from Ukraine at home.

However, last season in the Dutch Eredivisie, they achieved a record of 15 wins, 1 draw and 1 loss at home, and their performance at their home stadium, Philips Stadium, was indeed quite good.

Gerard Vanenberg's coaching philosophy is very similar to his style as a player, pursuing strength and offense, supplemented by small-scale technical cooperation, which can produce exquisite cooperation, like a pot of spring water. It can also be used to kill people with three axes...

After the opening, PSV Eindhoven, just as people expected, under the command of the national team's main midfielder Van Bommel, completely controlled the rhythm of the game and completely suppressed Haarlem Athletic without any temper.