"Plop!"

Van Basten sat on the coach's seat.

His team equalized the score at the last moment of regular time, but there was no trace of joy on his face.

"This damn football!"

He covered his chest with one hand and shook his head with a wry smile.

Inside the chest, it seemed like there were ten thousand Cao Nima running wildly!

He was really afraid that he would fall down at this time!

-

At the quiet Frankie Stadium, a "ding ding dong dong" sounded.

"In the 93rd minute of the game, Fiorentina 1, Ajax 2, the total score was tied 3-3, the goalkeeper, Ajax 8, Longshute..."

Plandelli sat on his coaching seat!

He began to regret his behavior just now!

I raised my arms as if I was embracing the whole world... but I became a fool in the eyes of the world!

Damn Ajax!

Damn number 8!

-

"This is really a turbulent injury stoppage time!"

He Wei could not suppress his emotions. He almost slid and knelt in the live broadcast room to celebrate.

"First, Jovitic almost made a breakthrough, and then Long Shute rushed forward. The originally threatening cooperation in the attack came to an abrupt end because of the opponent's foul... Then the team captain Suarez was sent out, and Ajax couldn't even determine the player who kicked a free kick... At this moment, the young player from China, Long Shute, stood up!"

"The times create heroes. Just when everyone thought it was just an ordinary free kick cooperation, Long Shute kicked a pass that no one could predict!" He Wei punched the table in front of him, "He passed the football... to himself two seconds later! He personally broke the goal of Fiorentina!"

The colleagues who were doing logistics behind the scenes couldn't help rolling their eyes.

Pass to yourself two seconds later?

Although you are called a poet, can you... be more reliable?

-

"You didn't plan to pass it to us at the beginning, are you?"

Soleimani slapped Long Shute's shoulder. He still had a lot of energy now, so this palm made his teammate grin and almost twisted his facial muscles.

Long Shute had no time to answer, but was pressed to the ground by more teammates!

Even the substitute goalkeeper Furmeer jumped directly into the crowd and pressed hard on the top!

"ah!"

Someone below let out a scream, but immediately drowned in the ecstasy sounds...

-

When the brief goal celebration ends, the game starts again.

After the kick-off, Fiorentina had no intention of actively attacking. They just passed the ball back and forth in the backcourt to delay time.

The Ajax players who had one less fight were still breathing and did not press.

As time passed the fifth minute, the referee finally blew the whistle to the end of the regular game.

Van Basten finally calmed down from his heart's beating. He shook his head hard to make himself awake.

He subconsciously glanced at the Fiorentine coach, but saw the sneer on the corner of Plandley's mouth.

He suddenly understood the opponent's intentions.

-

Long Shute took off his jersey, took the towel and kettle handed over by Brinde, poured himself into a cool mood, and then wiped it randomly.

He felt a little regretful.

If the Fiorentine players were so excited just now that they launched a big attack, perhaps he could fight them with their speed and kill the game within regular time...

But the old fox, Prandley, held down the player's impulse and chose to drag the game into overtime.

30 minutes of overtime...

Does Ajax, who has one person missing, still have the energy to last?

Even if we can last until the final penalty shootout, can these young people with an average age of 22 and lack of psychological quality... be able to play with experienced Italians?

-

Van Basten was in a very difficult situation.

The injury of the main goalkeeper forced him to waste a substitution. In order to strengthen the offensive and score a goal, the other two players he replaced were also mainly offensive. Now he wanted to stabilize the defense, but found that no one was available.

Especially in the left back position, it is impossible to continue to take care of Long Shute, otherwise he will definitely be exhausted...

Van Basten's eyes were flying over the player's goal, and his mood was constantly changing.

"Urby," he finally made the decision, "You retreat to your position, focus your main energy on the defensive end, and leave the offense to others!"

Emmanuelson nodded while gasping for 90 minutes, running continuously and helping Blinder assist in defense. In the end, he didn't even have Blinder. Now he really has no physical strength to continue participating in the offense.

"We must first stabilize our position, and then we need defense," Van Basten's gaze finally settled until this moment. "In the first 15th minute, we will give the initiative to Florence."

All the players were shocked, and even the coaching team couldn't help but turn to him as the coach.

They have been following Van Basten for a whole year, and some national team players have followed him to compete in last year's European Cup. When will Van Basten say such words?!

"By the way, Long," the overtime schedule was very short, and Van Basten could not explain his tactics in detail. He looked at the young midfielder who was wiping his body, "Can you still run?"

Long Shute threw the wet towel to Brinde, his eyes firmer than the head coach: "I can run to the last second!"

-

"Overtime has begun," Dekur sat down in his seat again. He pointed out Ajax's weakness as soon as he spoke. "Suarez must regret it now. Why is he so angry at the most critical moment? This is originally a away game, and Ajax is missing one person. Not only do they face huge defensive pressure, but they also lack the sharpest weapon on the offensive end. How do you let them play?"

Jansen focused on observing the lineup of both sides: "Van Basten seems to have adjusted the formation..."

"Adjustment?" Dekur sneered disdainfully, "Even if he adjusts, he can't change the current situation!"

Jansen didn't care about his attitude: "Emanuelson obviously changed to the full-back, Lindgren turned from the middle to the left, Kvitanic continued to go to the right, Soleimani was standing in front, De Jong and Long Shute were still used as barriers to the midfield..."

"This is just a regular adjustment," Dekur looked "unexpected" and "made up the defense line, but the frontcourt was insufficient. Whether it was Soleimani or Kvitanic, they were all forwards who needed strong support from teammates to score. Neither of them could reach Suarez's level together!"

Players are generally divided into two types: team-based players and individual heroic players. The former requires the cooperation of teammates to shine and heat, but the latter can dominate the game under almost any situation!

Suarez is a hero who can tear the opponent's defense with his own strength!

But...this hero is now sitting in the locker room in a daze...

His teammates are now facing a major crisis.
Chapter completed!