Football: The immortal legend on the green field

As soon as the halftime whistle was blown, Shen Bin and Fritz walked off the field side by side, bickering as they walked.

It is almost June and the weather has started to get hot. Except for the two goalkeepers, only Shen Bin and Fritz's jerseys are clean, while the jerseys of other players are soaked with sweat.

Shen Bin and Fritz were the two most leisurely people on the court. After the goal was scored, Shen Bin and Fritz watched their teammates fight for the ball, while they stood aside and watched.

Fritz's marking was not without results. In the final stage of the first half, Utrecht took advantage of a corner kick and Sham Medina scored a header to equalize the score.

His header was so good that even when double-teamed by Howard and Tiote he still found a chance.

"You know I have to defend you completely to offset the mistake you made just now. Can you ask your teammates to pass the ball to you?" Fritz didn't know whether he was provoking Shen Bin or asking Shen Bin for "help".

The two of them were like long-time friends who met in a foreign land. They chatted as they walked, leaving the commentator speechless.

This was the first time Shen Bin had met a player with this kind of chat style, and he didn't want to talk too much nonsense with him.

Shen Bin didn't know why this wretched bald guy was so talkative. He didn't know whether to respond or ignore him, so he said in a sarcastic tone, "Because wretched-looking bald guys like you don't like to pass the ball to handsome young men."

Fritz wanted to fight back, but the two men had already come to the sidelines, "Fritz, if you're not fucking awake, get into the locker room and take a shower!" Utrecht head coach Van Beek had already awakened to his furious state, "You fucking don't have eyes or brains, if you let this kid score again in the second half you'll... @#￥%#￥%"

Fritz wanted to retort, but considering his own future, he hid like a turtle and ran to the locker room.

Shen Bin looked at Fritz's miserable appearance, laughed loudly, and applauded Van Beek for the "etiquette lesson" he gave Fritz, which aroused dissatisfaction among Utrecht fans in the nearby stands.

"What are you so proud of! It's because Fritz defended me so well that I only got the ball two or three times!"

In the locker room, Martins was holding the tactical board, at a loss.

There was nothing they could do. Looking at the situation in the first half, it was difficult for Haarlem Athletic to gain an advantage. They had to find a way to end the game in the second half. There were too many young players in their team, and it would be difficult to persist until the end of overtime.

Martins looked at Shen Bin and didn't even realize that he had developed a sense of dependence on Shen Bin. He hoped that Shen Bin could find a way to break the impasse.

Shen Bin said: "We will definitely lose if we continue like this. Howard's center forward tactics will not gain any advantage against the tall and strong defenders. Our fast wingers will be of no help in facing the opponent's positional warfare."

Martins' eyes lit up. Since Shen Bin could find the weakness, he must have a solution. "What do you want to do?"

"Remove Sterling and Gular, and give me two midfielders who are good at long-range shots. It would be best if there is a player who is good at individual breakthroughs on the front line. On the offensive end, let them completely listen to my command."

Martins knew that this was the best way to break a conventional positional battle. He had also thought of it, but he just didn't have the determination to use it because his team lacked people with such ability. It wasn't that he really lacked them, but that guy was really not worthy of being used. Neeskens trusted him, but his actions made the bigwigs in the football world lose face.

Martins still gave the decision-making power to Shen Bin.

"Do you mind if Junior plays?" Martins asked.

"I do." Shen Bin said honestly, "So you'd better not let him play."

Martins added: "He is the only one in our team who meets your requirements and has the ability to break through."

Shen Bin thought about it and said, "Okay, as long as he doesn't make trouble."

That's it.

At the beginning of the second half, Hallam Athletic made a desperate move and replaced three players in a row, not even keeping the reserve team to prevent players from getting injured.

Fansico replaced Gular, Herbert Butteau replaced Sterling, and what puzzled Neeskens, who was sitting in the box, the most was that Junior replaced Howard and stood in the center position.

"Don't think I will cooperate with you."

Shen Bin had long anticipated that Brazilians would never change their nature of eating shit.

"I really don't expect you to be a human being. When the time comes, you just need to rush up to a bitch like a teddy bear and do whatever you want." Shen Bin looked at the trash with dreadlocks with disgust.

"What did you say?" Junior's face turned purple.

"Can't do it? Then go to the reserve team from now on. As long as I'm in Haarlem, don't even think about returning to the 18-man roster." Shen Bin stared at him with murderous eyes and sneered, "Ever since your biological father Mr. John lost his position as head coach, I have the final say over Haarlem!"

Junior was filled with grief and anger. He didn't know how things had turned out like this. Even Neeskens couldn't control Shen Bin. In their fight, it seemed that Neeskens was the first to leave.

And I don’t know since when, Shen Bin became the team’s number one player. Even the head coach has to listen to Shen Bin’s opinions when designing tactics and arranging players on the field.

What makes a Chinese man who comes from a football desert think he can do?

A storm was brewing in Junior's head, and then Shen Bin roared at him like a wolf: "Don't you even have confidence in your only skill of dribbling past people in the penalty area! You won't let me teach you how to do it, right? You rubbish!"

Junior was completely defeated in terms of momentum. He kept saying that he didn't want to cooperate with Shen Bin, but once he arrived at the frontcourt and was scolded, he obediently went into the penalty area.

In the first half, both teams adopted a positional style of play that was very typical of the Italian era without superstars and lacked entertainment value. "This is not good news! The overall tempo is slow in the Netherlands, and there is a lack of midfield possession. Once this style of play is formed, it will be a huge earthquake for the entire league!" The on-site commentator criticized the two teams.

During the game, Utrecht failed in a positional battle. After completing the steal, Bosnia did not directly launch a counterattack. Looking at the opponent's defender retreating, Bosnia passed the ball back to Tiote.

At the same time, Shen Bin led Fritz forward and was not restricted to making arrangements in the backcourt.

Deng Zhuoxiang returned to the center circle to support Tiote.

Deng Zhuoxiang and Shen Bin have slightly different organizational styles. They save on the intermediate transition and directly kick the ball to the top of the opponent's arc. 'Go at him!'

Shen Bin immediately understood what he meant.

After Deng Zhuoxiang shook off the opponent's pressure, he used his left foot to push the ball into the gap between the full-back and the center-back.

Shen Bin also started immediately at this time.

Shen Bin and Fritz started almost at the same time.

But Fritz's speed and explosiveness were obviously faster, and he opened up half a body length behind him in just a few steps.

But this ball was not for Shen Bin to grab. Junior at the top of the arc had already got the ball before the defender.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Friedrich immediately pulled Junior's jersey lightly from behind. This tiny action immediately disrupted Junior's turning action.

Shen Bin followed behind Fritz and suddenly changed direction. Before changing direction, he lightly pulled Fritz's jersey.

Shen Bin pulled his clothes and threw him behind him, then strode to Junior's position about 5 meters away and shouted, "Pass it back! Otherwise, go to the reserve team!"

Junior stared with his eyes wide open and passed the ball back to Shen Bin in frustration.

Fritz paused for a moment, then used his explosive power to rush forward again.

Without waiting for the ball to hit the ground, Shen Bin raised his foot and cushioned the bottom of the football. The ball fell right in front of Herbert Bhutto, who raised her foot and shot.