"Of course," Frank de Boer added, "if an opportunity arises, our offense must also be decisive. We will definitely have many opportunities. I don't think Feyenoord is a team that will easily surrender!"
"Haha…"
The locker room erupted in laughter, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.
Sean grinned along, finding himself unable to laugh much.
The half-time break ended, and everyone was walking out.
As Sean just got up, Bojan bumped his shoulder.
Bojan didn't look at Sean, just walked slowly beside him, saying as he walked, "What's wrong with you? You look a bit off."
"Hmm?"
Sean turned to glance at Bojan:
"Nothing, I just think we could score more goals."
What the heck, this guy actually cares about others now?
Just one assist, and it's actually that effective?
Bojan's mouth curved slightly, "As long as we win this match, we're very likely to win the Dutch Cup. A big victory and a championship, which do you want more?"
Sean rolled his eyes, "I want both!"
"Pfft~"
Bojan couldn't help but let out a laugh, then quickly stifled it. This kid isn't that annoying after all, sometimes he's even childishly... cute?
"Everyone wants both, but there's always an order. First ensuring we win the match is the correct choice, and also~"
Bojan turned to look at Sean, saying jokingly, "You wouldn't want to be kicked onto a hospital bed for a few months by a furious opponent, would you?"
Sean suddenly shivered. Holy crap, such things happen often!
Whether it's out of anger and embarrassment or intentional injury, in short, violent fouls on the pitch seem to occur every year, and many of them lead to serious consequences.
A string of names flashed through Sean's mind, and then he became furious. How could he be so easily afraid?
What's the use of being afraid?
Can it be avoided?
No matter what the matter, it is always correct that peace exists when sought through struggle, and peace perishes when sought through compromise.
Fear?
It's not entirely useless.
A moment of fear to grab attention is enough; that's its entire positive effect. The rest are all negative impacts. This emotion of dread must not be allowed to persist!
Sean took a breath, "Thanks for the reminder!"
Bojan didn't turn back this time; the curve of his mouth just widened a little more... Although Ajax wanted to play it safe, they didn't easily back down. Instead, they launched an attack first again.
After about five or six minutes, Ajax, unable to break through the opponent's goal, slowed down the pace of the game, but they didn't retreat directly to their own half.
Their overall formation just dropped back a bit, but they still pressed Feyenoord from the front line.
This resulted in Feyenoord's advance not being very smooth; each time they had to push forward with great effort.
Ajax was not without counter-attacking opportunities, but firstly, they committed too few players to counter-attacks, and most importantly, Feyenoord players' fouling actions became much more decisive.
Whether it was Sean, Bojan, or Sean, whoever had the ball was basically brought down near the halfway line, naturally failing to create any good opportunities.
Moreover, whether it was because the Feyenoord players had a particularly good attitude in admitting their mistakes, they didn't receive many yellow cards, which was quite annoying!
In short, as the match progressed, Feyenoord players became bolder and gradually took more offensive initiative.
In the 68th minute of the match, Feyenoord attacked the front again.
Sean returned to his own half to assist in defense again.
There was no other way; their own formation was pushed back too far.
But it wasn't without benefits.
Feyenoord couldn't pass into the penalty area and could only pass back to reorganize!
"Hmm?"
Sean suddenly accelerated and took a step forward.
Bojan suddenly slid to the ground, tackling to intercept Feyenoord's pass. Sean stepped forward to meet the ball, immediately pulled the ball back, turned, and faced the opponent's goal.
Feyenoord players' scalps tingled instantly. Immers and Clasie, one on the left and one on the right, each rushed forward with all their might towards Sean, not caring if they would collide, only wanting to successfully close the door.
Sean crouched slightly, powerfully dribbled the ball, and then charged forward at full speed, darting between the two of them, crossing the halfway line in a few strides.
Sean clearly saw Feyenoord's center-back, Mathijsen, rapidly shifting horizontally to his right front to intercept. He estimated it would be unlikely to accelerate past him again, and even if he did, this guy could grab his jersey, which wouldn't be fun at all!
The thought flashed through his mind, and Sean immediately slightly reduced his stride. Seeing Mathijsen about to rush in front of him, he immediately dipped his left shoulder, feigning a turn to the front left.
Mathijsen's heart seized up, and he quickly extended his leg to intercept.
Sean immediately dribbled the ball to the right, rushed past Mathijsen from behind, and once again sprinted at full speed towards the penalty area.
Mathijsen lost sight of Sean, resolutely turned backward, but his body stiffened, unable to complete the turn immediately. His instinctively outstretched arm also couldn't reach far enough due to the angle, having no effect on Sean.
The path ahead of Sean was already clear, but he still shook his head left and right, observing both sides.
Sure enough, Van Beek was in full pursuit from the side and behind.
No matter how high Sean's stride frequency or how fast his speed, he was still dribbling the ball forward, so it was impossible not to be caught. Fortunately, he was about to enter the penalty area, and then he could do a lot more!
Van Beek also noticed this and, despite being behind him, gritted his teeth and delivered a sliding tackle: So what if it's called a tackle from behind!
Sean poked the ball first, slightly raised his leg, and stepped forward with all his might.
Van Beek's tackle missed, and his attempt to trip Sean with his raised foot also failed.
Seeing Sean step over him, Van Beek reached for Sean's back leg, missed again, and could only look desperately at his own goalkeeper: It's all up to you!
Feyenoord's goalkeeper, Mulder, first retreated to the goal line. Seeing his teammates being passed one by one by Sean, he immediately rushed out again.
Seeing Sean poke the ball first to evade Van Beek's sliding tackle, Mulder was even more overjoyed and lunged at the ball at full speed.
Sean pushed off with his right foot, launching his entire body forward. His left foot again preemptively pushed the ball away, then landed and pushed off, causing his entire body to leap over the lunging Mulder, staggering as he chased the ball.
Reaching out to brace himself on the turf, Sean finally caught up with the ball just before the byline. He immediately pushed a shot with his right foot, but his entire body completely lost balance, sliding out over the byline.
Feyenoord's right-back, Janmaat, had already retreated into the penalty area, flying into a sliding tackle to try and intercept, but was still a step too slow, only able to rush into the back of the net along with the ball!
"Bang~"
Sean didn't stop until he hit the advertising board. For a moment, he didn't want to get up, looking up at the brilliant night sky and laughing heartily~
The roaring sound, which he couldn't clearly hear, was like heavenly music. Sean reached out to embrace the sky, and suddenly Bojan's distorted face appeared in his vision. He instinctively shouted, "No!"
The excited Bojan didn't notice what Sean shouted. Even if he had, he couldn't stop. He lunged onto Sean.
The Ajax players who followed suit imitated him, all jumping on top.
Everyone piled up near Feyenoord's goal like an arhat stack~
On the sideline, Frank de Boer was cheering wildly with raised arms. He saw Bergkamp rushing over and knew it was bad. He was about to dodge, but his movements were too slow, and Bergkamp still grabbed him.
Bergkamp vigorously shook Frank de Boer, grinning and shouting, "I was wrong! What future Van Basten? Sean is Henry right now, the current Henry!!!"
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