“Oh, Florence,

You are the queen of the football world!

Oh, Florence,

No matter where you are, you fight bravely!

In the years of failure and victory,

History records all your legends,

Come on Florence!

Long live the purple lily!”

Amid the surging singing and cheering of Frankie Stadium, Jovitic kicked the penalty he created into the goal!

The decibels above the court reached their peak in an instant!

Those enthusiastic and wild fans opened the fireworks and smoke sticks prepared in advance. The purple smoke rose from the stands in all directions. In just a few seconds, most of the court had gradually enveloped.

Italian fans have always had this traditional practice, and many fireworks were even thrown from the stands towards the visiting team's half.

Ajax goalkeeper Steglenberg, who had just lost the ball, shook his head in annoyance and sighed, bent down to pick the ball out of the goal, preparing to kick the ball towards the midfield, but was hit on his head by a ball of fireworks falling from the sky!

Of course, the fireworks that can be brought into the court cannot have the effect of violent explosions, but the weight of this metal cylinder filled with gunpowder is not light. In addition, it is smashed from a five or six-meter-high stand, so the impact is so strong that it can be imagined.

Before Steglenberg could even see the fireworks, his eyes suddenly turned dark and he fell straight into the penalty area!

"drop!"

The referee hurriedly stopped the game and signaled the Ajax medical team to enter the court urgently.

"The slow motion is very clear... Steglenberg was hit on the back of the neck... This is really a disaster!" Yang Sen expressed deep sympathy.

"The Italian fans are too savage! This is not a firework, it is simply a bomb!" Even Decour couldn't help but criticize, "How is the home security in Fiorentina arranged? Can such a large metal tube be brought into the stadium?!"

Seeing that some players were injured, the security personnel at the scene started to act slowly. They flocked to the stands where fanatical fans were most concentrated, stopping the fans' irrational way of celebrating.

As the smoke gradually dissipated from the court and the stands revealed its true colors again, Steglenberg had been carried off the sidelines.

"There is no injury, but accompanied by a slight concussion, you must rest." Chief team doctor Van Tangerd notified the head coach to prepare for a substitution after the diagnosis.

Van Basten's face turned even more ugly.

A yellow card, another goal was lost, and the main goalkeeper was injured and left the field... It's really a disaster!

Substitute goalkeeper Kennett Furmeer started warming up as early as the referee's first whistle. He jumped left and right for less than a minute, and stepped onto the court with repeated instructions from his assistant coach.

"Hey, Sim," Long Shute, like his teammates, took the opportunity to run to the sidelines to drink water. While pouring water on his head to cool down, he said to De Jong beside him, "I feel like there is no scene in this game..."

De Jong sniffled: "Even Louis and the others don't have any chance, what can we do with the two of us midfielders? Even if you want to take advantage of your speed, those Italians won't give you a chance..."

That's right, Plandelli had long known about the players in Ajax.

He advocates offensive football, but he is not a fool. How could he let the defense line be easily advanced even though he knew that the opponent had two sprinters, Long Shute and Romedal?

What's more, Fiorentina is now leading by 3-2, and they have no reason to push them up!

-

Jovitic's penalty kick appeared in the 70th minute, and the fireworks followed, the goalkeeper was injured and the substitution took nearly three minutes. Even with injury stoppage time, Ajax had only 20 minutes left.

There is not much time left for Van Basten.

There is also not much time left for Long Shute!

But Long Shute is much more urgent about victory than Van Basten!

If you lose this game and lose your ticket to the Champions League, Van Basten will only lose face, but the poor Chinese young player will be cut off by the inexplicable system!

You said...who will be more crazy?!

-

“Ajax is already crazy…”

Dekur looked at the scene of the people swaying in the live broadcast and couldn't help but murmur: "In just 15 minutes, they received four yellow cards. These players, including captain Suarez, have become disorganized..."

Jansen's expression was similar to his: "Van Basten replaced Romedal and Brinde one after another, sent Soleimani and Kvitanic. He used all the substitutions on the offensive line, but the situation did not change at all. Fiorentina is less than 3 minutes away from the Champions League main game..."

"Marco, what are you doing?! Don't stand there and stare blankly!"

Dekur suddenly shouted at the screen in front of him: "As the head coach, what are you doing!"

His partner, Yang Sen, looked at him and showed a bitter smile:

Don't you hate Ajax and Van Basten the most?

-

Van Basten was standing on the sidelines, and the Italian evening breeze made him unable to open his eyes.

The air was still filled with this faint smoke, and the pungent smell of gunpowder lingered around him.

The game has reached the final injury stop time, the last three minutes.

As the head coach, his mind was blank.

At the height of the stadium stand, the largest electronic screen records the current score.

The score is still 1-1, and the total score is still 2-3.

There is only one point gap between the two sides. As long as Ajax scores one goal, both sides will return to the starting point.

But this ball seems out of reach!

Tactics?

What tactics?

Attack me!

-

Only three minutes?

Long Shute took a breath, his jersey was already tightly stuck to his body.

He didn't even know whether his back was getting hot or cold.

If he was the hardest-working person in this game, I'm afraid his teammates would not object.

He was originally responsible for the interception of the midfield with De Jong, and he also had to retreat to the left to help Blinder make up for defense. With his physical fitness, these two tasks were quite easy to take on, but when Blinder was replaced in 75 minutes, almost all the areas he was responsible for the defense were thrown to Long Shute!

Although it is more common for the left back to take over by the left forward, Van Basten's order allowed Emmanuelson to continue the attack. The latter did not have the physical fitness to take into account both offense and defense. Long Shute could only shoulder the responsibility of defensiveness on the left, and at the same time, he could not completely throw the middle to De Jong alone. His range of movement was expanded unlimitedly, and the pressure he had to bear was imagined.

The only thing that is thankful is that Malchioni on the opposite side has significantly reduced his physical strength and has lost his momentum. Jovitic is not the real Messi or Kaka. In addition, Plandelli demanded stability at the last moment, Long Shute finally barely kept his position.

Although he, like the four teammates Suarez, De Jong, Aldreveld, Emmanuelson, paid a yellow card.

He had just taken a breath, but Jovitic rushed over again!

Jovetic, who was 1.86 meters tall, had a hideous and sinister smile, fiddled with the ball under his feet, and rushed towards the left road he was guarding without hesitation!

Long Shute thrust his back and took a deep breath.

A hot breath rushed into his lungs along his nose.

Damn Montenegro Messi!
Chapter completed!