Football: The immortal legend on the green field

Shen Bin bent down and touched the grass of the University Town Arena. Then he stood up, put his right hand in front of his nose, and tried hard to sniff the fragrance of the green grass with a smell of earth.

Elster and Shen Bin hugged on the sidelines. He was a little unhappy. It was not that he had a problem with Shen Bin, but he felt ashamed that the coach replaced him at this time. Shouldn't he replace the Korean who fell down with a push?

Koreans are so damn good at pretending. They shamelessly stole the victory from Spain and Italy in the World Cup two years ago. I hate Koreans!

He may have forgotten that the extremely shameless South Korean team was coached by his predecessor Hiddink.

"Don't pass the ball to the Korean guy, he can't hold the ball."

Shen Bin nodded desperately, "I haven't heard that this guy has a conflict with Li Dongguo! Why is he still holding a grudge against Koreans?"

Shen Bin quickly cleared his mind and strode onto the green grass. He knew that this was a rare opportunity for him, his own chance!

It is an opportunity to crush all doubts and contempt!

With my feet, I drive half of the people crazy and the other half desperate.

Maybe it was Albert Martins' shouts on the sidelines that worked, maybe it was the adjustment of positions on the field that worked, or maybe it was God himself who couldn't bear to see Haarlem's home stadium become a slaughterhouse so quickly.

The players at the Haarlem Arena began to calm down mentally and gradually stabilized the back line. With Shen Bin constantly shouting on the field and reminding his teammates of their running positions, Utrecht's offense began to become difficult. From the perspective of the commentators from both China and the Netherlands, Utrecht began to make more mistakes in passing and receiving the ball.

But Davis, a veteran defensive midfielder, saw the main reason for the changes on the field.

The level of a player is not determined by how well he plays with his feet, but also by his ability to hold the ball and read the game in intense confrontations. Just like the average Chinese player, they are very good at playing with the ball off the court, but once they get on the court, they make all kinds of mistakes before the opponent even presses them. This is also a misunderstanding in domestic player selection. They do not pay attention to actual combat, and coupled with the lack of high-level competitions, they fail at critical moments.

If we are concerned about individual skills in training, we might as well select a group of acrobats who can play the ball in a variety of ways!

In Davis' view, good defense is to be able to effectively block the opponent's breakthrough in one-on-one situations, to be strong in frontal interception, to turn quickly, and to react quickly. It would be even better if there were some correct predictions.

Top-level defense is not like this. It requires much higher standards. One-on-one ability is only the foundation. Being able to accurately predict the opponent's ball route and appear in key positions in advance to intercept or disrupt the opponent's pass is the highest level of defense.

Ever since the Chinese player came on the field, the entire Haarlem Athletic's defense line seemed to suddenly become enlightened. Their running positions were always able to cut off the opponent's coordination. Although they seemed to be unfamiliar with the application, it was enough to deal with a third-rate European team like Utrecht. The previously smooth coordination of Utrecht became fragmented. The game scene began to fragment, with the two sides constantly exchanging possession of the ball, stealing, losing the ball, losing the ball, stealing... This scene extended until the end of the first half.

A very vivid metaphor, Utrecht's attack is like an old man who suddenly suffered a stroke. All his limbs are out of control.

Therefore, it seemed that Utrecht's passing and receiving errors began to increase gradually.

It's really bizarre, how did they do it? It's not just one or two people who suddenly had an outburst of enthusiasm, but most of the entire defense line did the same. This is strange.

In Davis's professional career of more than ten years, he has only seen this ability in three or four people. Baresi is one, Maldini is one, Costacurta and himself can only be counted as half. What the hell! Are these players of Haarlem suddenly possessed by ghosts?

In fact, this is nothing in the football world. A top master can do this easily. Beckenbauer can do it, Platini can do it, and Zidane can do it. Shen Bin is approaching these three predecessors. He is on the right path. He is just very immature now.

Players greater than this do not need to give orders themselves. They can attract all their teammates just by moving around on the court and greatly improve their competitive state. Maradona and Garrincha are both great players. This is the secret of a true football king.

Only two people in history have been able to reach such a height.

On the court, Shen Bin kept shouting at his teammates' running positions, and he himself kept appearing in key positions, forming an impenetrable wall with his teammates at the front of the penalty area.

沈彬上场近十分钟时间里，从临场数据可以看出哈勒姆竞技已经产生了质变，前35分钟双方射门是12对1，射正次数为5对0，控球也从68%对32%下降为56%对44%。

The first half ended with two minutes of extra time. With a whistle, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half. Haarlem fell behind Utrecht 2:0 at their home stadium, the University City Arena... a score that was considered normal by critics...

"How did you move? Like a wooden stake in the penalty area? Did you think Doku was a scarecrow? Or did you think Hinkle was a harmless golden retriever in the back garden?"

Neeskens seemed to have recovered from the frustration of falling behind 0:3 in the game, and began to perform his signature roar again, like a giant hair dryer, spraying at Lee Dong-guk who was sleepwalking in the first half of the game, "You take a rest in the second half, Howard, you play in the second half. You are an old player with 7 years of professional game experience. I don't need to tell you how to shoot, right? This is your last chance."

Howard had a bitter face. He didn't dare to pour gasoline on Neeskens' angry powder keg. He had been reminded by his agent that the club might start transfer negotiations in the near future. The transfer target was the Dutch third team Rotterdam City. He wanted to exchange Rotterdam City's 23-year-old Norwegian striker Adair for him. The tall Norwegian striker had been favored by several clubs. The transfer fee had been raised to 300 million euros. In order to get him, Haarlem Sport only gave themselves as a bonus on the basis of 300 million euros. Howard felt extremely humiliated.

Could it be that I really have reached the point where I had to play semi-professional Dutch third division?

"And you, Sterling, your clumsy footwork on the field is simply unbearable to watch and unimaginable. How dare you show off?!"

"Hanni, you let Van Enberg be too comfortable in the frontcourt. Have you wasted all your fighting spirit on the dancers?" Hananni complained in his heart, you arranged for me to play as a midfielder, but I'm not a defender, how can I guard against Van Enberg?

Seeing the situation improve in the first half, Neeskens felt that he was back to normal. The entire locker room was filled with Neeskens's resentment...

"Deng..." Neskens suddenly turned his head and yelled at Deng Zhuoxiang.

"Uh? Sir?" Deng Zhuoxiang was frightened by Neskens's ferocious look.

Neeskens was looking back and forth between Hanny Panakert and Karim Marshall. Just as he was thinking about who should be substituted for Deng Zhuoxiang, Albert Martins pulled him back and said, "John, we only have one substitution left. If there is an injury on the field, we will have to use 10 players to deal with Utrecht."

Neeskens' face froze. "In the second half, be ready to play at any time..."

Shen Bin and Martins looked at each other and smiled bitterly. How come this old man was like an indestructible cockroach, sticking his head out as soon as there was a slight gap? They were speechless.

This may be one of the reasons why he can become a great player. He always has an unyielding heart. The passage of time has made him wear down a lot of corners. If time goes back 20 years, he probably wouldn't even have felt the frustration for more than ten minutes when the opponent beat him 3:0 in the first half.

"Yes, sir." Deng Zhuoxiang answered honestly. He didn't dare to offend Neeskens like Shen Bin did.