Chapter 89 Only You!
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Chen Ai Ting
Chapter 89 Only You!
Ajax Chairman Office, Amsterdam South East Metropolis, Netherlands.
Technical director Louis van Gaal and chairman Michael van Prager sat in front of the TV and watched Settness head the ball past Robont's goal.
It's over!It's over!
The road to the Champions League this season will stop tonight!
Tomorrow, the media all over the Netherlands will bombard Ajax crazily again, and all the fans will criticize Ajax again, and everyone will be forced to a dead end!
Van Gaal's face was livid, and his originally resolute face was full of loneliness and helplessness, as if this game made him age ten years quickly, and he couldn't lift his spirits, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
He doesn't think that the players deliberately want to kill him as the technical director, even Zlatan Ibrahimovic who is against him.
It was the previous five games that led to the mountain of pressure in this game tonight.
At the same time, the team should also deeply reflect on the signings at the beginning of the season, let go of Van der Meyde, and did not introduce strong reinforcements from the right side of the frontcourt, which directly caused the team's original tactics of flying with two wings to no longer work, and all of this, as the technical director, Van Gaal has an unshirkable responsibility.
As for the team's financial difficulties, who cares?
All the fans, all the media, will only care about Ajax's away loss to Bruges tonight and being eliminated from the European arena in disgrace.
"Why is that?" murmured Michael van Prager.
He couldn't understand why he played the game like this, even though he was stronger than his opponent?
Van Gaal gritted his teeth, lightly patted the chairman on the shoulder, and said nothing, but he knew that this is professional football.
It's brutal, it's realistic, and there's no going back.
Such a goal was scored by the opponent in the 84th minute. The morale of the team was about to collapse, and everything was irreparable.
"Don't worry, Michael, tomorrow morning, I will give an explanation to the media and fans." Van Gaal said lightly.
He sighed deeply, stood up from the sofa, turned and left the chairman's office.
He wanted to go back to his office to pack up his things, and leave this sad and frustrating place from now on.
Undoubtedly, more than half a year ago, he came back with great ambitions, but now, he must deeply reflect on all the decisions he has made in the past six months, and at the same time deeply reflect on his own problems.
Michael van Prager looked at Van Gaal's desolate back when he left, slowly stretched out his right hand, opened his mouth to stop him, but in the end, he couldn't make a sound, and watched him disappear outside the door.
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Jan Bredel Stadium, Bruges, Belgium.
At the moment when Settness scored with a header, Ronald Koeman covered his face vigorously, squatting on the grass beside the court, a complex emotion mixed with shame, guilt, resentment, frustration, etc., occupied his soul.
He is really desperate!
After attacking for more than an hour, he still failed to come up with an effective offensive method to break through the opponent's goal, but was scored by the opponent's counterattack in the No.804 minute. What else could he do?
He can even clearly feel the frustration from the players on the field.
As a professional player, he knows very well that this goal completely broke Ajax's morale.
He has made two substitutions, replacing veterans Litmanen and Sawyertals respectively, but in the end they failed to reverse the offensive situation on the field. Instead, the opponent scored a goal through a counterattack.
He has run out of recruits!
Now in his substitute list, there is only one offensive player left, and that is Yang Yang, who is only 17 years old.
This is his promise to Van Gaal.
He originally thought that Yang Yang would not be needed, but no matter what, he would never have thought that he would actually need it.
"If there is only one person standing on the court in the whole team, then I believe it will be Yang Yang."
"If there is only one person in the team who is willing to work hard for me, then I believe it will be him."
"If God really decides to let me go, then I hope he will send me this last journey himself."
What Van Gaal said that day is still in my ears, but the mood of the listener Ronald Koeman is completely different.
Could it be that letting Yang Yang go up is really to send Van Gaal off for the last time?
"Ronald, there is no time." Luther Carroll reminded.
Koeman raised his head and looked at the scoreboard. It has jumped into 86 minutes, and there is indeed no time.
Forget it, just treat it as fulfilling the promise to Van Gaal!
"Let Yang Yang come on, replace De Jong, and play on the right." Coman shouted.
When Luther Carroll heard this, he quickly turned around, and towards the bench behind him, he shouted loudly: "Yang Yang, hurry up, warm up."
Yang Yang on the bench obviously froze for a moment, but quickly jumped up from his seat, took off his long-sleeved training clothes, and replied vigorously: "I've already warmed up, and I can go on now."
"Then come quickly."
Following Luther Carroll's wave, Yang Yang strode to the sidelines.
There were deafening cheers coming from the stadium, and the fans of the home team had already begun to celebrate their victory in advance.
Settness's goal not only scored three points for Bruges, but also qualified for the UEFA Cup for the home team.
Yang Yang was completely dazed, he even forgot how he came to Ronald Koeman's side.
The head coach pressed his shoulder hard, leaned close to his ear, and shouted loudly: "Boy, do you know why I brought you to Bruges?"
Yang Yang's mind was still blank, his ears were buzzing, and he shook his head vigorously after hearing Coman's shout.
He really couldn't figure out why he chose himself into the 18-man roster. I believe not only him, but everyone in the team couldn't figure it out. Why did the head coach trust him, an unknown rookie, in such an important game?
"It's Louis!"
"Louis?" Yang Yang thought of Van Gaal.
"Yes, it was Van Gaal. He told me that at the last moment, the only person he trusted was you!"
What Ronald Koeman said made Yang Yang stunned.
He was friends with Van Gaal, which made him very honored, but he never knew that Van Gaal trusted him so much, to such an extent.
"He decided to do something."
"I know."
Ronald Koeman flashed a look of surprise, he didn't expect Van Gaal to tell Yang Yang such a secret.
Of course, he didn't know at all, and Yang Yang didn't know what Van Gaal was going to do.
But there is no time to pursue and straighten out these right now.
"If we lose this game, if we don't qualify for the Champions League group stage tonight, he will take all the responsibilities tomorrow and be forced to leave Ajax."
"What?" Yang Yang was taken aback.
Ronald Koeman clearly understood the signal from Yang Yang's expression, and he didn't know about it at all.
"Van Gaal told me that if there is one last person in the team who is willing to fight for him, it must be you; if things have reached a point of no return, he hopes that the person who will send him the last journey by himself is you."
When he said this, Ronald Koeman pressed Yang Yang's shoulder hard, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, you are our last hope. You are the only one who can save the team and Van Gaal."
Yang Yang was very moved in his heart.
Since he came to Ajax, Van Gaal has been intentionally or unintentionally keeping a distance from him. He thought it was his intention to avoid suspicion as the technical director, so he never mentioned his relationship with Van Gaal to anyone.
But he would never have imagined that at the last moment, the person Van Gaal trusted the most would be him.
Yang Yang didn't know whether Ronald Koeman's words were sincere or intended to motivate him, but he knew one thing very well. The guy who handed him water at the Almere Skateboard Park was in trouble every time.
After successive setbacks, Van Gaal was in a slump. If he was allowed to step down again this time, it would be hard for Yang Yang to imagine how to deal with himself with his arrogant personality, and even his coaching career may be degraded from then on.
More importantly, Van Gaal was the first person to trust him so much, and he has always believed in him since Almere.
Regardless of whether the final result of this game is a loss or a win, Yang Yang has to prove to Van Gaal that he has read the right person.
"I understand, boss." Yang Yang nodded vigorously.
Although it was just a simple sentence, Ronald Koeman could read determination from Yang Yang's eyes.
There are only less than 10 minutes left in the game, and the head coach of Ajax has no choice. Yang Yang is the last and only choice he can make. This is his promise to Van Gaal.
But, can he bring a miracle?
Luther Carroll brought Yang Yang to the sidelines, handling the handover procedures for replacing him, and kept encouraging Yang Yang.
Yang Yang didn't say a word all the time, his eyes were fixed on the court, and no one could see what he was thinking.
In the No.807 minute, a chance of a dead ball, the referee signaled a substitution.
Ajax used up the last substitution quota of the audience and replaced NO.99 De Jong with No. 16.
When the broadcast in the stadium came out, all the fans in the audience were in an uproar.
99, such a large number is extremely rare.
De Jong, who had been fighting for the whole game, quickly walked off the court, double-clicked the back of his palm with Yang Yang, hugged him, encouraged him to cheer up, and finally patted him on the back to let him go on the court quickly.
After Yang Yang stepped onto the field, stepping on the soft turf, he quickly let go of all the thoughts in his mind. In the end, there was only one thought left, he wanted to win!
Not only for Van Gaal, but also for himself!
Maskville, who was out of breath, came over to high-five Yang Yang and sprinted quickly. When he passed by Ibrahimovic, the Swedish center also came to give him a high-five and hug, but he whispered a reminder.
"These two bastards are right-footed, kill them!"
Yang Yang nodded vigorously, ran to the right, and looked up at the scoreboard.
The time is really fast, and it will be 88 minutes soon.
(End of this chapter)
Ajax Chairman Office, Amsterdam South East Metropolis, Netherlands.
Technical director Louis van Gaal and chairman Michael van Prager sat in front of the TV and watched Settness head the ball past Robont's goal.
It's over!It's over!
The road to the Champions League this season will stop tonight!
Tomorrow, the media all over the Netherlands will bombard Ajax crazily again, and all the fans will criticize Ajax again, and everyone will be forced to a dead end!
Van Gaal's face was livid, and his originally resolute face was full of loneliness and helplessness, as if this game made him age ten years quickly, and he couldn't lift his spirits, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
He doesn't think that the players deliberately want to kill him as the technical director, even Zlatan Ibrahimovic who is against him.
It was the previous five games that led to the mountain of pressure in this game tonight.
At the same time, the team should also deeply reflect on the signings at the beginning of the season, let go of Van der Meyde, and did not introduce strong reinforcements from the right side of the frontcourt, which directly caused the team's original tactics of flying with two wings to no longer work, and all of this, as the technical director, Van Gaal has an unshirkable responsibility.
As for the team's financial difficulties, who cares?
All the fans, all the media, will only care about Ajax's away loss to Bruges tonight and being eliminated from the European arena in disgrace.
"Why is that?" murmured Michael van Prager.
He couldn't understand why he played the game like this, even though he was stronger than his opponent?
Van Gaal gritted his teeth, lightly patted the chairman on the shoulder, and said nothing, but he knew that this is professional football.
It's brutal, it's realistic, and there's no going back.
Such a goal was scored by the opponent in the 84th minute. The morale of the team was about to collapse, and everything was irreparable.
"Don't worry, Michael, tomorrow morning, I will give an explanation to the media and fans." Van Gaal said lightly.
He sighed deeply, stood up from the sofa, turned and left the chairman's office.
He wanted to go back to his office to pack up his things, and leave this sad and frustrating place from now on.
Undoubtedly, more than half a year ago, he came back with great ambitions, but now, he must deeply reflect on all the decisions he has made in the past six months, and at the same time deeply reflect on his own problems.
Michael van Prager looked at Van Gaal's desolate back when he left, slowly stretched out his right hand, opened his mouth to stop him, but in the end, he couldn't make a sound, and watched him disappear outside the door.
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Jan Bredel Stadium, Bruges, Belgium.
At the moment when Settness scored with a header, Ronald Koeman covered his face vigorously, squatting on the grass beside the court, a complex emotion mixed with shame, guilt, resentment, frustration, etc., occupied his soul.
He is really desperate!
After attacking for more than an hour, he still failed to come up with an effective offensive method to break through the opponent's goal, but was scored by the opponent's counterattack in the No.804 minute. What else could he do?
He can even clearly feel the frustration from the players on the field.
As a professional player, he knows very well that this goal completely broke Ajax's morale.
He has made two substitutions, replacing veterans Litmanen and Sawyertals respectively, but in the end they failed to reverse the offensive situation on the field. Instead, the opponent scored a goal through a counterattack.
He has run out of recruits!
Now in his substitute list, there is only one offensive player left, and that is Yang Yang, who is only 17 years old.
This is his promise to Van Gaal.
He originally thought that Yang Yang would not be needed, but no matter what, he would never have thought that he would actually need it.
"If there is only one person standing on the court in the whole team, then I believe it will be Yang Yang."
"If there is only one person in the team who is willing to work hard for me, then I believe it will be him."
"If God really decides to let me go, then I hope he will send me this last journey himself."
What Van Gaal said that day is still in my ears, but the mood of the listener Ronald Koeman is completely different.
Could it be that letting Yang Yang go up is really to send Van Gaal off for the last time?
"Ronald, there is no time." Luther Carroll reminded.
Koeman raised his head and looked at the scoreboard. It has jumped into 86 minutes, and there is indeed no time.
Forget it, just treat it as fulfilling the promise to Van Gaal!
"Let Yang Yang come on, replace De Jong, and play on the right." Coman shouted.
When Luther Carroll heard this, he quickly turned around, and towards the bench behind him, he shouted loudly: "Yang Yang, hurry up, warm up."
Yang Yang on the bench obviously froze for a moment, but quickly jumped up from his seat, took off his long-sleeved training clothes, and replied vigorously: "I've already warmed up, and I can go on now."
"Then come quickly."
Following Luther Carroll's wave, Yang Yang strode to the sidelines.
There were deafening cheers coming from the stadium, and the fans of the home team had already begun to celebrate their victory in advance.
Settness's goal not only scored three points for Bruges, but also qualified for the UEFA Cup for the home team.
Yang Yang was completely dazed, he even forgot how he came to Ronald Koeman's side.
The head coach pressed his shoulder hard, leaned close to his ear, and shouted loudly: "Boy, do you know why I brought you to Bruges?"
Yang Yang's mind was still blank, his ears were buzzing, and he shook his head vigorously after hearing Coman's shout.
He really couldn't figure out why he chose himself into the 18-man roster. I believe not only him, but everyone in the team couldn't figure it out. Why did the head coach trust him, an unknown rookie, in such an important game?
"It's Louis!"
"Louis?" Yang Yang thought of Van Gaal.
"Yes, it was Van Gaal. He told me that at the last moment, the only person he trusted was you!"
What Ronald Koeman said made Yang Yang stunned.
He was friends with Van Gaal, which made him very honored, but he never knew that Van Gaal trusted him so much, to such an extent.
"He decided to do something."
"I know."
Ronald Koeman flashed a look of surprise, he didn't expect Van Gaal to tell Yang Yang such a secret.
Of course, he didn't know at all, and Yang Yang didn't know what Van Gaal was going to do.
But there is no time to pursue and straighten out these right now.
"If we lose this game, if we don't qualify for the Champions League group stage tonight, he will take all the responsibilities tomorrow and be forced to leave Ajax."
"What?" Yang Yang was taken aback.
Ronald Koeman clearly understood the signal from Yang Yang's expression, and he didn't know about it at all.
"Van Gaal told me that if there is one last person in the team who is willing to fight for him, it must be you; if things have reached a point of no return, he hopes that the person who will send him the last journey by himself is you."
When he said this, Ronald Koeman pressed Yang Yang's shoulder hard, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, you are our last hope. You are the only one who can save the team and Van Gaal."
Yang Yang was very moved in his heart.
Since he came to Ajax, Van Gaal has been intentionally or unintentionally keeping a distance from him. He thought it was his intention to avoid suspicion as the technical director, so he never mentioned his relationship with Van Gaal to anyone.
But he would never have imagined that at the last moment, the person Van Gaal trusted the most would be him.
Yang Yang didn't know whether Ronald Koeman's words were sincere or intended to motivate him, but he knew one thing very well. The guy who handed him water at the Almere Skateboard Park was in trouble every time.
After successive setbacks, Van Gaal was in a slump. If he was allowed to step down again this time, it would be hard for Yang Yang to imagine how to deal with himself with his arrogant personality, and even his coaching career may be degraded from then on.
More importantly, Van Gaal was the first person to trust him so much, and he has always believed in him since Almere.
Regardless of whether the final result of this game is a loss or a win, Yang Yang has to prove to Van Gaal that he has read the right person.
"I understand, boss." Yang Yang nodded vigorously.
Although it was just a simple sentence, Ronald Koeman could read determination from Yang Yang's eyes.
There are only less than 10 minutes left in the game, and the head coach of Ajax has no choice. Yang Yang is the last and only choice he can make. This is his promise to Van Gaal.
But, can he bring a miracle?
Luther Carroll brought Yang Yang to the sidelines, handling the handover procedures for replacing him, and kept encouraging Yang Yang.
Yang Yang didn't say a word all the time, his eyes were fixed on the court, and no one could see what he was thinking.
In the No.807 minute, a chance of a dead ball, the referee signaled a substitution.
Ajax used up the last substitution quota of the audience and replaced NO.99 De Jong with No. 16.
When the broadcast in the stadium came out, all the fans in the audience were in an uproar.
99, such a large number is extremely rare.
De Jong, who had been fighting for the whole game, quickly walked off the court, double-clicked the back of his palm with Yang Yang, hugged him, encouraged him to cheer up, and finally patted him on the back to let him go on the court quickly.
After Yang Yang stepped onto the field, stepping on the soft turf, he quickly let go of all the thoughts in his mind. In the end, there was only one thought left, he wanted to win!
Not only for Van Gaal, but also for himself!
Maskville, who was out of breath, came over to high-five Yang Yang and sprinted quickly. When he passed by Ibrahimovic, the Swedish center also came to give him a high-five and hug, but he whispered a reminder.
"These two bastards are right-footed, kill them!"
Yang Yang nodded vigorously, ran to the right, and looked up at the scoreboard.
The time is really fast, and it will be 88 minutes soon.
(End of this chapter)
