"Luis...Suarez! 2-0!"

"Suarez! Or Suarez! 3-0!"

"The Uruguayan striker completed a hat-trick before the end of the first half! His feet were so hot this season!"

"Ajax took the lead in the Philips Stadium! Eindhoven was defeated!"

When the whistle at the end of the first half sounded, all Eindhoven's players finally took a breath, and then lowered their heads and hurried into the players' passage.

Head coach Lu Teng even returned to the locker room before the whistle was blown. He didn't want to hear the harsh whistle.

“Well…”

A sparse whistle sounded from the stands at Philips Stadium.

This is not a home fans who turn against each other. Although Eindhoven plays a mess, their fans are not going to boo their home team yet - that is what the noble and picky Real Madrid and Barcelona fans will do. The declining Eredivisie fans have not yet developed this luxury habit...

-

"Louis, did you take medicine today?"

Soleimani, who sat on the bench for 45 minutes, patted Suarez on the shoulder half jealous and half jokingly:

"I scored three goals in four shots! Do you still let my brother go?"

Although there is a certain competitive relationship between them, both of them have very casual personalities. Suarez didn't care about the sour jealousy smell in the other party's mouth. He smiled and asked the referee for a game to use the ball, and then replied to him: "You are not unaware. The coach only asked me to play for 50 minutes. Of course, I have to do my best to perform."

Soleimani had nothing to say about this answer.

He and his teammates knew that although Suarez would not focus all his time and energy on the training ground like Long Shute, the Uruguayan striker would be highly focused as long as he stood on the court.

Especially after taking Sofia to his side in the first half of the year and completing major events in his life, Suarez, who was focused on his mind, suddenly became enlightened overnight, and both goals and assists were endless, and he undoubtedly became Ajax's head.

Similar to Long Shute, Suarez is also a player with extremely strong fighting will and extremely firm fighting will. He may often be criticized for making fake falls near the penalty area, but no one will deny it. For the victory of the game, he can definitely do his best. Even at a disadvantage, he is the unyielding warrior who fights until he sheds the last drop of blood.

Even the lone Van Basten believes that if anyone in the current Ajax lineup can become a world-class superstar like himself, it must be Suarez, who is an absolute top killer and a real warrior.

But now, the coach is criticizing the "Van Basten successor" in the locker room.

"Hat trick? Three consecutive league goals? Congratulations, but what does that last forced shot mean?"

Van Basten wrapped his hands in front of his chest, looking unhappy: "Dario almost faces the empty goal, and you have three players around you, why not pass it to him?"

"Uh...I'm so excited, sorry," Suarez grinned, turned to see his partner, forward Kvitanic, "Sorry, Dario, I will pay more attention to your position in the second half."

"Uh... don't care, I can understand." Faced with such a frank teammate, Kvitanic could not have a temper. He could only smile and shake his head.

"There is no second half," Van Basten waved his hand, "You can rest now, Miralem will take your place."

Suarez looked at Soleimani, and both forwards were stunned.

Suarez doesn't care. Five more minutes or less has no effect on him. Anyway, he has already made a hat trick, and the best player in this game's champagne has long been his favorite.

But Soleimani was a little anxious: he had not warmed up yet, and sat on the bench for nearly an hour before appearing in a hurry...it would only increase the probability of injury!

So he kicked open the door of the locker room with a bang, and took off his coat while running out.

He wants to hurry up and warm up!

Looking at Soleimani's panicked look, the players who stayed in the locker room laughed, and even the coaches showed a relaxed look on their faces.

Long Shute frowned.

In reality, isn’t they just failing like this?

Leading into the rest time, then starting to relax, then being beaten to the face in less than five minutes. It was too late to cheer up at that time...

But he couldn't tell everyone his worries, that would be regarded as a lunatic by everyone...

How could the huge advantage of three goals lead be reversed?!

We Ajax are not AC Milan!

Eindhoven is not Liverpool!

My Three Dutch Musketeers: "White Swan"... Not that Italian fat man Ancelotti!

Do you dare to curse us being reversed?

-

Knowing history and the future is actually not a happy thing.

For example, now, Long Shute feels very uncomfortable.

It was obviously a good situation where the team led by three goals, but because he knew the ending, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

It was not the nervousness of fear, but the body subconsciously adjusted, and the muscles in the body were not relaxed, and he could support him in completing the sprint and explosion anytime and anywhere.

But... the other Ajax players did not have this awareness. They had already adjusted their mentality and welcomed the second half with a relaxed and casual mood. Even Soleimani, who came on the bench, did not show any positive signals on the offense, and others were even more demanding.

When the entire team relaxed, Long Shute's nervousness was obviously a little out of place with the enemy.

As the training volume was greatly reduced this week, his energy was a bit oversold, so everyone saw the result of single young people going crazy.

Eindhoven's central defender Ultraman Bakar just received a straight pass from the backcourt. Before he could turn around, Long Shute snatched away the football.

The wing forward Balas Dejusak had just received a football that was blocked from the middle and was about to run wildly on the side, but Long Shute, who was shot by the horse, used a sliding tackle to sweep the ball out of the bounds.

Fullback Salcido threw the ball into the middle with a long shot. Afelle had just retreated to the near landing point. Before he could raise his head and jump up, he felt a huge momentum behind him, and directly pushed him out three meters away...

Aflee, who was angry and embarrassed, looked back and saw that the damn visiting team No. 8 was flying in the air, and used a fierce header to direct the outbound ball thrown by Salcido to the safe area...

In the first 20 minutes of the second half, Long Shute's figure could appear in almost every position on the court. When Eindhoven started attacking, he wished he could turn into ten afterimages and stare at every player on the opponent.

"Long Shute... He resolved all Eindhoven's offensive alone!"

"He is fighting against ten!"

"Even the peak Marklele cannot reach this level!"

The commentators from Guangdong Taiwan were excited to talk nonsense.

It is of course an exaggeration to fight ten, but Long Shute's defense and interception of key players did make Eindhoven's many offensives end in vain, especially the central defender Ultraman Bakar, a player who is good at suddenly making a forward shot and a shot was stared at by Long Shute throughout the game. As long as the football is about to pass to his feet, he can immediately hear a strong wind passing by!

The No. 8 player of Ajax was like a wild dog in estrus, staring at his butt, and he couldn't get rid of him no matter what!

For a full 75 minutes, Bakar didn't even find a shot!

"It seems that he didn't let him play in the last round of the league...it made this kid so hard..."

Van Basten stroked his chin, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

Assistant coach Witzger also smiled and nodded: "Baccar was replaced. Look at his face... I guess he will have a nightmare tonight, right?"

Vanskyp laughed.

Then they all heard Suarez sitting on the bench send a question:
Chapter completed!