Football: The immortal legend on the green field

"Where's the guy I want? You brought me this kind of rubbish? Horst, this is your team. Do you think he's a decent guy? An underground nightclub would be more suitable for him."

"Horn, listen to me, he is a genius I discovered in University Park. No matter what, I just brought him to meet you in advance. I have already prepared the contract, and I will sign this kid tomorrow..." Horst expressed his attitude.

The old coach Horn became more and more angry as he listened, and suddenly he turned his firepower on the horse-faced man wearing the same clothes as himself, raised his hand, pointed at the stands, and said, "This is not the place for you, get up there..."

The "punk boy" followed Horst dejectedly, and the two men whispered something to each other and then separated.

Horst assigned an assistant coach to walk the "Punk Boy" to the stands.

Shen Bin was completely confused by all this. What was going on?

Shen Bin, who was in a coma, suddenly lost his balance, fell from mid-air, and his body overlapped with the dejected guy.

As expected, all women will lie, and the more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at lying. At this moment, Shen Bin no longer felt ripples in his heart, but began to miss the little angel from the past.

"Neeskens, your position is here, watch carefully, maybe you will play in the next round!" The assistant coach gloated and said a lie that he didn't even believe. Based on the old coach's attitude today, Neeskens would not be able to stay in Haarlem.

"Neeskens?" Shen Bin could not help but imagine that this immature young man was related to the middle-aged uncle who gave him "The Biography of Roosevelt" during the day, although this immature boy did have the shadow of the middle-aged uncle.

Neeskens was sitting in the stands. He found that the assistant coach was really considerate of him and arranged his position in the worst view. It was a long way from the bench of the Haarlem Athletic Team. It seemed that the assistant coach was a supporter of the old coach and used the little power in his hands to discipline him, who was not popular.

Neeskens sat among a group of fans wearing Alkmaar jerseys and had to keep a low profile. Dutch football hooligans are not as good as the British across the channel, but they are also famous. If a guy around him drinks too much when he comes, it will be unimaginable if he gets impulsive. Neeskens is not afraid of fighting with others. From time to time, he and his bandmates fight with drunkards in nightclubs. He is afraid that fighting with fans will ruin his hard-earned opportunity to play football, and maybe his football dream will really end...

He doesn't want to be the first player to have his career ruined by a fight with fans, even though he hasn't signed a professional contract yet.

The game kicked off at 7:30 p.m. When the whistle blew, the home court of Haarlem became a boiling pot, and the stands were like boiling water, bubbling. Neeskens could hear nothing but the shouts of the away fans.

Neeskens opened his mouth and said something, but he found that he didn't even hear what he said... These country bumpkins are much crazier than the local fans. After all, Haarlem's home stadium is close to the university town, and most of the fans who come to watch the game are students from nearby universities. They are much more civilized than fans of other Dutch teams.

The fans of Alkmaar who came from afar stood up to cheer for their players. Neeskens also stood up and raised his hands high, but he was not cheering for his opponents, but cursing loudly.

He didn't worry about causing any commotion, because the people around him definitely couldn't hear what he was saying at this moment. "Fuck! Alkmaar's fans are shit!"

After complaining, Neeskens sat down and watched the game. People around him must think he is a loyal AZ Alkmaar fan.

Perhaps the conflict between the management and the head coach affected the players on the field, or perhaps the crazy performance of the Alkmaar fans who came from afar stimulated the Alkmaar players. In short, when the game started, Alkmaar took the initiative and played offensive football against Haarlem Athletic at the Haarlem Athletic Stadium.

Watching his team being suppressed by the visiting team, Neeskens could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

After three rounds of the league, Haarlem is in the second-to-last place in the standings with one draw and two losses, and has scored only two goals while conceding seven goals. Neither the offense nor the defense is satisfactory.

On the other hand, Alkmaar, a new team promoted from the second division last season, has achieved two wins and one draw. It is now in fourth place in the standings, only behind the traditional top three.

The Haarlem Athletic team finally found a chance to counterattack, but their shot ended up hitting the billboard behind the goal. A huge sigh rang out from the stands, and everyone around Neeskens laughed.

Neeskens is like a black reef in the blue ocean, a little different. Fortunately, fans will not focus on the game, and it is impossible for them to know a little person like Neeskens.

Shen Bin was also observing the game on the field. The two teams on the field had some changes compared to the previous Garrincha era. It was no longer a simple 424 formation with heavy ends and light middle, but had become a 433 formation that was still used by many teams in his era.

However, unlike the later 433, although there is one more person in the midfield than in the Garrincha era, the role of the midfield has not changed much. Its main function is to connect the front and back field offense and defense.

Shen Bin and Neeskens have split personalities. He can never integrate into Neeskens' thoughts, and he cannot understand the weird ideas in Neeskens' mind. This guy is a narcissist. He is too confident in both music and football, but when he suffers a blow, he will develop a rebellious mentality and tend to retaliate against society.

Shen Bin looked at this antisocial gangster and was reminded of a famous person in history, that is, the German mustache man in World War II.

Even if he didn't have the same opportunities as Hitler, if he did, this guy would definitely be able to do something earth-shattering. Shen Bin is absolutely certain of this.

After watching the game for more than 20 minutes, Shen Bin firmly believed that he had made a preliminary analysis of the direction of the game. The reasons for Haarlem Athletic's poor attack were divided into two parts. First, Haarlem Athletic's players were not capable enough, and second, their coach was not good enough.

Horn, who has a terrible temper, cannot be considered an excellent coach. Not all people with bad tempers are natural leaders like old Luke of Botafigo.

The starting striker of Harlem Athletic in this game was the 27-year-old black man Holly Hayes. He was only 1.68 meters tall, which was a classic height, but Holly did not have the ability of Maradona, Zola, Carlos and others.

According to Shen Bin's observation, this guy's speed is pretty good, but his shooting skills are not good. He once had a close chance but missed the ball. It was a chance that was harder to miss than to score. The huge cheers from the stands at that time almost made Shen Bin's heart stop for a second, and then he and Neeskens sighed in disappointment.

Around 40 minutes into the game, Alkmaar finally had their best chance to score.

Alkmaar's left winger received a long pass from the backcourt, dribbled forward along the left while calling on his teammates to outflank the goal.

The 38-year-old veteran of Haarlem, Kolis, saw his intention and shouted to his teammates to return to defense and rob, hoping to disrupt or delay the attack of the Alkmaar team. The 38-year-old Kolis was defeated in the physical dialogue with the 22-year-old opponent's left winger. The left winger of the Alkmaar team easily resisted Kolis behind him, and then made a beautiful diagonal pass to the tall center forward Butt who was in the middle of the field. Butt shook his head like a lion, and the football flew into the net.