Valdes has tried his best.

In order to stop Ajax's No. 8 high-speed sports car, he had just climbed four or five meters in the penalty area with his hands and feet, but he still did not touch a single hair of the other party.

Long Shute completely shook him away with an emergency stop and cross-cutting change, then he leisurely switched the ball to his left foot and gently pushed the empty goal.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..."

A pleasant broadcast sound rang over the Amsterdam Arena:

"In the 31st minute, score 1-0, goal scorer, Ajax No. 8..."

The live broadcaster skillfully dragged his voice at the end, and then he heard more than 40,000 fans in the entire court answering him in a uniform cheer:

"Dragon, special, special!"

-

The fast-speed red No. 8 sports car did not stop the engine after scoring the goal, and even added some oil to raise the speed again.

After Long Shute arrived at the south stand, his center of gravity suddenly sank and ended the celebration with a long sliding kneeling, but it triggered greater cheers and a huge red wave of people in the stands.

"Ha ha!"

Suarez burst into laughter and rushed up from behind. His majestic body directly pushed Long Shute to the ground. Long Shute, who was still showing off just now, had an intimate contact with the grass...

"I have 80% of the credit for this goal," Suarez boasted himself on Long Shute. "If I hadn't attracted two defenders from the opponent and my heel pass with a flash of inspiration, how could you have had the opportunity to get a single shot so easily?"

"fart!"

Derong pushed him down:

"Without my accurate counter-robbery, what's the point of doing? I'm the biggest contributor to this goal!"

Suarez screamed, and ate a bite of grass and soil in his open mouth, which made him spit for a long time.

"What are they doing?"

Van Basten looked at the three players rolling to the ground one by one and asked inexplicably.

Borgkamp shrugged: "Maybe it's a new celebration?"

Van Tskyp rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "They are jealous."

Witzger frowned: "Your style of painting is not right recently. You can't deliberately change your sexual orientation in order to highlight your sense of existence!"

Vanskyop spread his hands, looking helpless: "I can't do anything, no, I won't... How can we distinguish the faces of the two passers-by! After all, I'm also a man with the word "Ki" in my name, and there is nothing wrong with this setting."

-

"I have said a long time ago that Afelle must be Barcelona's failure today, and as expected! It was his concealment of the goal that led to Ajax breaking the deadlock!"

Xu Yang looked sad. If Guardiola had listened to his opinion, Barcelona would have already washed Ajax three times!

He Wei nodded repeatedly: "Compared with Xiaobai, Afelle's strength is obviously insufficient. From here we can also feel that when Xavi, Iniesta, Messi, Puyol and other absolute main players are absent, Barcelona cannot find a suitable substitute on the bench. The gap between the first team and the substitute is too large, which is also a problem that has to be faced!"

While two Real Madrid fans were still worried about the future of Dream Three, Barcelona had already launched a new attack.

But they seemed to have a headache: Ajax, who had taken the lead, once again shrank his formation, Long Shute still guarded Messi, Enno assisted from the side, Anita, who returned to the left defender, was responsible for Alves who frequently stepped forward, Simdjong defended Aferrey, Dezeu prevented Keita from intervening, and Van der Welter behind him, Eriksen, who had the opportunity to start, fought with Busquets, and even Suarez retreated to the 30-meter area to put pressure on Barcelona's brain Xavi.

It has to be said that in the absence of Iniesta and Pedro, Barcelona's frontcourt advancement did feel a bit stagnant. No one can use small breakthroughs to help Messi involve defensive players. Messi alone needs to constantly retreat to get the ball and undertake more tasks.

But he was surrounded by a sticky piece of candy, which was always stuck on his body. Even though he struggled to shake him away, there was another piece of black and hard African chocolate eyeing him.

Yes, the two major midfielders in Ajax who are best at defense and interception - Long Shute and Enno - teamed up to limit Messi. Even the omnipotent Argentine football king is somewhat unrealistic to want one person to kill all sides without sufficient cooperation.

Messi is of course the most capable player on this planet, but if he is put in the Chinese team, he may not be able to lead the team to win the Asian Cup.

He is too strong, so his opponent must pay special attention to his actions. His every move will be tightly limited, especially when teammates do not cooperate enough, a person's strength is limited after all.

That's right, Xavi is the brain, but only the brain is not enough to help Messi. What's more, this brain is now harassed by Suarez's small movements and is greatly out of the level. Although he doesn't lose the ball, his long-range pass just now almost kicked the Chinese team's level. Villa, who was guarding the penalty area and waiting to catch the ball, stared at it for a long time, but in the end he couldn't believe that this was from the team's best passer...

-

Perhaps many people will be a little disappointed, because today's Long Shute actually gave up the one-on-one single-match with Messi and chose to join forces with Enno to defend, but this is a rational defensive player.

Although he made a harsh statement before the game, Long Shute still clearly realized that it is absolutely a fantasy to completely freeze Messi within 90 minutes without using the blood burning function. Although his attention can always be highly concentrated, the defense side is always passive. As long as one fails to see through the opponent's changes once and one fails to keep up with the opponent's rhythm in time, it may cause major omissions that cannot be compensated.

Even Messi has to rely on his teammates, so can he win the world alone?

-

Van Basten smiled when Kratenberg blew the whistle to the end of the first half.

He could see that Barcelona players had developed varying degrees of impatience. The most obvious manifestation was that Pique, as a central defender, wanted to rush to the front line in minutes to help Villa get a header...

Adriano and Alves stayed in the frontcourt for longer and longer. Their overall formation is getting closer and closer, but they can't beat Ajax's intensive defense.

Just need another counterattack and Barcelona will completely collapse!

-

"The performance in the first half was very good. Barcelona was already anxious. They would definitely choose to continue attacking in the second half..."

Van Basten said with a slight ease in the locker room:

"I only have one requirement for you. Don't relax completely under any circumstances!"

-

In the visiting team locker room, the atmosphere here is much more solemn.

Like Mourinho, Guardiola is a master in inspirationality - it is said that he only gave the players tears in his first training session when he just coached Barcelona.

He looked at the impatient players, but his eyes fell on Mascherano.

"Javier," he called the player's name, his voice low but powerful, "Which club did you come from before transferring to Barcelona?"

Brother Ma was a little confused. He was just bought more than eight months ago. How could the head coach not remember this?

But he immediately answered: "It's Liverpool, coach, I've joined them since January 2007."

"Yes, it's Liverpool," Guardiola nodded slightly. "Before you joined Liverpool, they won the fifth Champions League title in club history, right in Istanbul."

"Many people have guessed what I want to say, so I will not lead you to recall this great reversal again," Guardiola looked at his disciples as usual. "What I want to say is very simple, keep calm, be neither arrogant nor impatient, and tell the world in the style we are best at that there is no curse in front of us."
Chapter completed!