Chapter 89 Only You!

Office of the Chairman of Ajax, Neustadt, Amsterdam, Netherlands.

Technical director Van Gaal and chairman Michael Van Praage sat in front of the TV, watching Sethness's header scored Robonte's goal, both of them clapped the table in unison, and then both were exhausted. Slumped back on the sofa.

Done! It's over!

This season's Champions League road will stop tonight!

Tomorrow, the media in the whole Netherlands will frantically bombard Ajax again, all the fans will attack Ajax again, and everyone will be driven to a dead end!

Van Gaal's face was ashen, and his originally resolute face was full of loneliness and helplessness, as if this game had made him rapidly age ten years old.

He doesn't think that the players deliberately want to kill him as a technical director, even Ibrahimovic, who has a grudge against him, they have no such idea, because it does not benefit them in the slightest, and can only say that at this point In the game, Ajax has been burdened with too much pressure and burden.

It was the previous five games that caused the mountain of pressure in tonight's game.

At the same time, the team should also deeply reflect on the signings at the beginning of the season, let van der Meide go, and did not introduce strong reinforcements on the right side of the frontcourt, which directly caused the team's original tactics of flying on both wings to no longer work. Director, Van Gaal has an inescapable responsibility.

As for the financial difficulties of the team, who cares?

All the fans, all the media, will only care about Ajax's loss to Club Brugge tonight and being eliminated from the European competition in a dreadful way. This is what Ajax can't make up for by winning the Eredivisie championship this season. regret.

"Why is that?" Michael Van Praag murmured.

He couldn't understand, he was obviously stronger than his opponent, but why would he play the game like this?

Van Gaal gritted his teeth, patted the chairman lightly on the shoulder, and said nothing, but he knew that this was professional football.

It's brutal, it's realistic, and there's no turning back.

Eighty-four minutes after the opponent scored such a goal, the morale of the team was about to collapse, and everything was irreversible.

"Don't worry, Michael, tomorrow morning, I will give the media and fans an explanation." Van Gaal said lightly.

He sighed deeply, stood up from the sofa, turned and left the chairman's office.

He wants to go back to his office to pack up and leave this sad and frustrating place from now on.

There is no doubt that he came back with great ambitions more than half a year ago, but now, he must deeply reflect on all the decisions he has made in the past six months, as well as his own problems.

Michael Van Plague looked at the desolate back of Van Gaal 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 in the face. outside the door.

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Jan Bledel Stadium, Bruges, Belgium.

At the moment when Sethnes scored with a header, Ronald Koeman covered his face hard, and squatted on the grass on the side of the court, a feeling of shame, guilt, resentment, and depression. A variety of complex emotions occupied his soul.

He is really desperate!

After attacking for more than an hour, he still failed to come up with effective offensive means to break the opponent's goal, but he was counterattacked by the opponent in the 84th minute. What else can he do?

He could even clearly feel the frustration from the players on the pitch.

As a professional player, he knows very well that this goal completely destroyed the morale of Ajax.

He has already made two substitutions, replacing veterans Litmanen and Sawyer Tales, respectively, but he failed to reverse the offensive situation on the field. Instead, the opponent scored a goal through counterattack.

He's out of luck!

Now in his bench list, there is only one offensive player left, and that is the 17-year-old teenager Yang Yang.

This is his promise to Van Gaal.

He originally thought that Yang Yang would not be used, but he never thought that he would actually use it.

"If there is only one person standing on the court at the end of the team, then I believe it will be Yang Yang."

"If there is only one person left in the team who is willing to work hard for me, then I believe it must be him."

"If God really decides to let me go, then I hope that he will send me this last ride in person."

What Van Gaal said that day was still in my ears, but the mood of the listener Ronald Koeman was completely different.

Could it be that letting Yang Yang go up is really just sending Van Gaal the last leg?

"Ronald, there's no time." Luther Carroll reminded.

Koeman raised his head and looked at the scoreboard. Eighty-six minutes had passed, and there was indeed no time left.

That's all, it's the fulfillment of the promise to Van Gaal!

"Let Yang Yang come on, replace De Jong, and play on the right." Koeman shouted.

When Luther Carroll heard this, he quickly turned around and shouted towards the bench behind him, "Yang Yang, hurry up, hurry up, warm up."

Yang Yang, who was on the bench, was obviously stunned, but quickly jumped up from his seat, took off his long-sleeved training suit, and replied forcefully, "I've already warmed up, and I can get on now. "

"Then come quickly."

With a beckoning from Luther Carroll, Yang Yang walked to the sidelines with a single stride.

The deafening cheers came from the stadium, and the fans of the home team had already begun to celebrate their victory in advance.

This goal of Sethnes not only scored three points for Bruges, but also qualified the home team for the UEFA Cup.

Yang Yang was stunned, and he even forgot how he came to Ronald Koeman.

The head coach pressed his shoulders 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 Koeman's shout.

He really couldn't figure out why he would be selected on the 18-man roster. I believe not only him, but everyone on the team couldn't figure out why the head coach had to trust him, an unknown rookie, in such an important game. Woolen cloth?

"It's Louis!"

"Louis?" Yang Yang thought of Van Gaal.

"Yes, Van Gaal, he told me that at the last moment, the only person he trusted was you!"

Yang Yang was stunned by Ronald Koeman's remarks.

It was a great honor for him to be friends with Van Gaal, but he never knew that Van Gaal trusted himself so much, to this extent.

"He decided to do something."

"I know."

Ronald Koeman flashed a look of surprise, he did not 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 now there is no time to investigate and straighten them out.

"If we lose this game, if we don't qualify for the Champions League group stage tonight, he will have to take all the responsibility 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 anything about it.

"Van Gaal told me that if there is the last person in the team who is willing to fight for him, it must be you; if things get to the point of no return, the person he wants to give him the final ride is you."

Speaking of 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.

Since he came to Ajax, Van Gaal has kept his distance from him, intentionally or unintentionally. He thought it was his intention to avoid suspicion as a technical director, so he never mentioned his relationship with Van Gaal to anyone. relation.

But he would never have thought that at the last moment, the person Van Gaal trusted most was him.

Yang Yang couldn't tell whether Ronald Koeman said this from the heart or to motivate him on purpose, but he knew one thing very well, the guy who handed him water every time at the Almere Skate Park in trouble.

After successive setbacks, Van Gaal was once slumped. If he was to be brought down again this time, it would be difficult for Yang Yang to imagine how he would handle himself with his arrogant character, and even his coaching career is likely to be reduced from now on.

What's more, Van Gaal was the first person to trust him so much, and has been so since Almere.

Regardless of whether the final result of this game is a win or a loss, Yang Yang will have to prove to Van Gaal that he is not wrong.

"I understand, boss." Yang Yang nodded vigorously.

Although it was just a simple sentence, Ronald Koeman read determination in Yang Yang's eyes.

With less than ten minutes left in the game, 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 miracles?

Luther Carroll brought Yang Yang to the sidelines, handling the handover procedures for substitutions, and kept encouraging Yang Yang.

Yang Yang never said a word, his eyes fixed on the court, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

In the eighty-seventh minute, the referee signaled a substitution when there was a chance of a dead ball.

Ajax used up the last substitution of the audience and replaced No. 99 for No. 16 De Jong.

When the broadcast in the stadium came out, all the fans in the audience were in an uproar.

Number ninety-nine, such a large number is extremely rare.

De Jong, who had been fighting for the whole game, quickly walked off the court, double-clapped with Yang Yang, hugged him, encouraged him to cheer, and finally patted him on the back to get him on the court.

After Yang Yang stepped into the court, stepping on the soft turf, he quickly threw away 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!

The panting Maskwell came over to give Yang Yang a high five, and he made a quick sprint. When he passed by Zlatan Ibrahimovic, the Swedish center also came over to give him a high five and hug, but he reminded him in a low voice.

"Both bastards are right footed, fuck them!"

Yang Yang nodded vigorously, ran to the right, and looked up at the scoreboard.

Time is so fast, it's almost eighty-eight minutes.