"Zhang Jun grabbed the ball from Rafaelvander Vaart as soon as he came up! He drove the ball forward before everyone understood it!"

If it were the usual, when the commentator said this, Zhang Jun had already rushed out of ten meters. But today is different. The accumulated water and the slippery ground make it difficult for him to grasp the movement of the ball. The speed of the ball cannot be increased.

Van der Fate turned around and came back to chase the ball, and someone rushed up in front, gradually forming a siege.

Zhang Jun was not willing to hand over the ball rights he had finally robbed. He wanted to look up and find someone, but his own people didn't see it, but he saw many people wearing Ajax red and white jerseys. Was he surrounded so quickly? It's really worthy of being Ajax.

But Zhang Jun didn't plan to wait for death. He saw a clear idea of ​​a space, a space that just allowed a person to get out of it, and kicked the ball out in that direction! Very lucky, the football did not meet anyone and passed it through!

Then he planned to follow the ball, but as soon as he started, he suddenly found that his body was caught and could not be used with force. Then the other party quickly let go, Zhang Jun slipped under his feet and fell to the ground!

He thought he would hear the whistle, but the referee did not say anything, and Ajax took the ball and attacked back!

"Oh! Zhang Jun made a mistake in controlling the ball while pressing!"

You made a mistake! Zhang Jun angrily hit the ground, but a splash of water was stirred. The ground heat was blooming and the snow turned into water, but the water could not be discharged for a while. It would be better not to open it!

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It is fair to face either side. Ajax just attacked, but the captain Van der Fate, who was driving the ball, slipped down without anyone pressing, and the ball was naturally lost.

In the next ten minutes, the two sides did not have a threatening shot. Most of the time, they made mistakes, and it was even more funny to see who made the mistakes. Water, snow, and mud were mixed, and soon the jerseys on their bodies were so mud that they could not see their true colors.

Misha Salden stopped the ball carefully. He was very slow, but Ajax's defender was slower than him. He was afraid of rushing over, so he had to light the ground with his toes and adjust his pace. It looked like he was dancing a ballet.

Salden naturally would not let the opponent succeed. He passed the ball forward while the opponent was still adjusting, for fear that he would not have enough strength. He used all his strength and he was unable to maintain any balance. After passing the ball, he fell to the ground.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, just like playing football on ice.

Zhang Jun ran away when he saw Salden pass the ball. He was afraid of offside. He couldn't judge the goal on such a field by common sense. This was summarized by Zhang Jun after three consecutive offsides at the beginning.

Since he was rushing forward, the opponent's defender had to turn around to chase, which had a decisive difference on the slippery ground. The defender slipped under his feet and fell to the ground, while Zhang Jun successfully caught up with the football and scored one-on-one!

The goalkeeper rushed forward and was guessing in his heart how Zhang Jun would shoot.

When Zhang Jun saw the goalkeeper attacking, time could not allow him to make any adjustments, so he kept volleying the ball directly!

However, in this case, many things cannot be judged by common sense. Usually, the left foot, which is used as the support, will drag the left foot behind, stabilize the upper body, swing the right leg, rub a close corner, and bypass the goalkeeper. But now, Zhang Jun's left foot is not stuck to the ground at all. After swinging his right leg, his body is carried up because of this force. He fell four feet upwards. Naturally, the football was not kicked, and the goalkeeper got the bargain.

A kind laughter sounded in the stands, and it was also a blessing that Ajax survived the disaster.

Adriansai raised his head after Zhang Jun fell out, and then smiled bitterly at Stir, "God is so fair."

Ajax goalkeeper Bogdan Lobont kindly pulled Zhang Jun up and then smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Zhang Junze shook his head helplessly and smiled at Lobant: "God helped me at first, but later he changed his attention and went to help you. This weather!" After being tossed by this scene for the Nth time, he no longer had the temper and could only make some jokes and laugh at him - the fall was indeed ugly.

As the snow became heavier and heavier, snow finally appeared on the court with the geothermal system.

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When Basten and his national team assistant rushed to the stadium, the game had already begun almost thirty minutes.

"This damn weather! Traffic jams have been stuck for so long!" Basten cursed the bad weather and bad traffic. Then he stomped off the mud on his shoes, got into the warm private room, shook his head, and shook the snow on his body. It was just a short ten minutes from the parking lot to the stadium, and there was snow on his body. You can imagine how big the snow was. So what about those people playing football on the field?

Basten took off his windbreaker, hung it on the hanger, and then looked up at the venue.

Wow! What a heavy snow!

This was his first thought. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window, he could only see the snow everywhere. The red football was still eye-catching in the snow, but the one who kicked it around was no longer known whether it was an Ajax player or a Warren Dam player.

The assistant opened the large-screen color TV in the box. They came to inspect several Dutch internationals in Ajax, not to enjoy the snow scene. They couldn't see the scene clearly, so they had to understand the situation on the court through TV broadcasts.

I just felt that the snow was not that big outside, so why did it look different from one angle? Basten sat down on the chair and asked his assistant: "Do you know the score?"

"1:0, Ajax is temporarily leading. The goal is...Patrick Leeflang."

"Patrick?" Basten was surprised that there seemed to be no such name in Ajax.

"Well, it's Warren Dam's own goal."

"Oh." Basten stopped talking and focused on watching TV.

"Now the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the players' movement on the court is becoming more and more difficult! So... Look, Ajax made an active mistake, and Sneijder's foot slipped while passing the ball, so he didn't touch the ball at all, but fell down by himself. Warren Dam's Heuvel grabbed the ball, and he struggled to drive the ball in the snow!"

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Herwell felt it was very difficult to run every step. The football was covered in snow while rolling, and it became a snowball, which became extremely heavy.

Zhang Jun was alone in front, and it was not very real in the wind and snow, but Heville was sure that the person who reached out to ask for the ball must be Zhang Jun. Seeing the defender gradually pushing him up, he quickly used all his strength to pass the ball out.

Zhang Jun received the ball and wanted to turn around, but he fell to the ground with the interference of the defender. The referee blew the whistle and he awarded Ajax's defender Hatem Trabelsi a foul.

A direct free kick twenty-two meters away from the goal, but it became difficult to play due to weather reasons.

The human walls were lined up slowly, and Zhang Jun did not rush to kick them out. He first knocked down the snow on the football, and then spread the snow around the football to reveal the green turf.

After all this, he got up and retreated, preparing to take the punishment.

Seeing Zhang Jun's careful preparations, Ajax's wall became a little nervous. They originally thought it would be difficult to play a free kick on such a field where it was difficult to force the support feet, but they did not expect that Zhang Jun would clean up a relatively dry piece of turf by himself.

Lobonte also focused his energy and prepared to intercept the free kick.

The referee raised his right hand high and then whistled. Zhang Jun started running up with the whistle, then hit the ball with his right foot. The football drew an arc and flew over the wall, rushing straight to the near corner of the goal!

When Lobonte saw the football coming around from behind the wall, he jumped to the near corner. Whether he could snatch it depends on whether it was someone else's or the ball was fast!

Lobonte seemed a little late, but the football flew out of the baseline by the goal post, and then hit the billboard behind the goal, making a crisp sound. The shot missed!

Zhang Jun wiped his face with regret. The free kick he carefully prepared was missed. Only when he was on the set-piece can he try his best to eliminate all interference shots. So he bet his hopes from the start, but he didn't expect that the kick would be so biased!

What a pity! He shook his hand hard.

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This free kick became the closest opportunity for Warren Dam to score in the first half. In the next five or six minutes, both sides made frequent mistakes and had no good chance.

The referee blew the whistle to the end of the half without giving it a minute to make up for the first half. The players shrank their necks one by one and ran towards the locker room. They had a warm locker room to rest, but the fans were in trouble and had to endure the boredom of fifteen minutes in the wind and snow.

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Basten ordered two cups of coffee and watched the exciting replay of the first half in the box.

"I was originally looking at their performance, but I only saw mistakes again and again... Hell, weather!" The assistant cursed as he flipped the notes of the first half.

"Haha, the whole Netherlands is like this, there is no way." Basten felt much more comfortable after taking a sip of steaming coffee. This time he came not only to watch the Dutch international, but also to see Zhang Jun's performance. After Zhang Jun's comeback, he has never been to watch his game on site. This time, he happened to see Zhang Jun in the name of "inspecting the international player".

Unfortunately, the weather is not good, not only the international players can't see it, but even Zhang Jun's performance has to be discounted.

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Adrians looked at the players who were out of breath. The physical exhaustion in the first half was so huge. What should we do in the second half? The weather forecast only says that it is small to moderate snow, but is this moderate snow? The weather forecast cannot be believed in the future.

"Everyone change your shoes." The shoes he said were to ask players to replace the original short and multiple nails with six-nail long nails that are more suitable for snow combat. The nails are fewer and longer, and the grip performance is better, which is more conducive to the force of sprinting and changing directions.

While the players were changing their shoes, Adriansey summarized the first half for them and arranged the second half. "Due to weather reasons, I don't make too many requests in this game. You should try your best to play regardless of winning or losing. In the second half, Raoul Henar, you also went on and form a double striker with Zhang Jun, and make more defensive mistakes in the front." Adriansey's move increased the number of forward players to share the pressure for Zhang Jun and let him run less. Zhang Jun really ran around tirelessly as he told before the game. If this continues, he will definitely not last long in the second half.

Hener nodded, and finally waited for the game. He was sitting down and caught a cold. Because he decided to play 451 at the beginning, Adriansey only brought a substitute forward, namely Hener Beuklin, was left at Warrendam. He had thought about defensive tactics from the beginning, so most of the substitutes were defensive players in the middle and backcourts. He originally wanted to rely on defensive counterattacks to compete with Ajax, but he didn't expect that in such a ghost weather, any tactical ideas became useless.

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Ronald Koeman repeatedly emphasized during the break that he should keep a strict guard against Zhang Jun, and if necessary, the two of them guard him. "He is definitely a dangerous person, don't let his guard down because of the venue! If he falls this time, it doesn't mean he will fall down every time. Maxwell (Maxwell's nickname for Maxwell), you will be the second half of the time to keep a guard against him, follow him closely!" He knew how terrifying the Chinese taught by his friend Basten, so he assigned Maxwell, the most prominent figure in the team to mark Zhang Jun. The young defender has excellent explosive power and must be stronger than Trabelsey.

"Okay." The defender from Brazil nodded.

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Wang Hua sat in the press table, close to the rostrum, and snowflakes could not rage here with the help of the wind. His hands were frozen, but his mind was not numb. This game was far from being exciting. The inexplicable mistakes of both sides interrupted the rhythm of the game from time to time, causing the audience's heart to be hung up and then fell down hard, and he could not enjoy it. Zhang Jun's performance can only be said to be passing the exam, far from being excellent. This is far from his performance of defeating Nijmegen at home three goals.

But if every game is like that, I'm afraid it's impossible.

So how should I write about this game? Focus on the weather too much, or Zhang Jun? Let’s briefly review the progress of the game, or describe in detail what he saw, heard and thought?

Wang Hua shook his head, he had a headache!

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After the start of the second half, both sides attacked and defended each other and did not make much progress. After all, the weather is a factor that cannot be ignored.

But just after everyone thought that the second half would become even more ugly as the players on both sides declined, a dramatic scene appeared on the court.

Young Wing stole Sneider's ball on the right, and then he dribbled the ball and quickly stepped forward.

Warren Dam is still behind, the game has been going on for 60 minutes, and any opportunity must be treated with caution.

Wen saw that there was a long distance ahead and no one stopped him, so he simply kicked the ball forward and accelerated himself before chasing the ball. Such dribbling is definitely amateur, but it is very effective in the snow.

So when Trabelsi ran over from the middle to block the ball, Wen still kicked the ball forward and accelerated the ball. He bullied Trabelsi to turn slowly and did not dare to exert force. Moreover, because the resistance of the football was getting slower and slower, so there was no need to worry about kicking the ball out of bounds. These gave Wen enough time to break through.

Zhang Jun was already running into the penalty area. From his direction, it would be better to pass a front penalty. Wen Xin was thinking, and then caught up with the ball near the baseline, intending to make a pass directly.

There were only two defenders in the penalty area, and we had two forwards, half-to-half chances. Wen stepped on the ball behind the left foot and swung his right leg to prepare to cross. But just before he hit the ball on the inside of his right foot, the left foot, which was the support foot, slipped, causing him to lose balance!

The weather is fair to either side.

Football is still being passed, but it is completely different.

When Zhang Jun was running, he aimed at the front point where Trabelsy pulled out. He knew that Wen must have seen it, so he ran forward without hesitation. But after he rushed two steps, he saw the football flying high behind him!

Lobonte was quite worried after seeing Trabelsey being broken through, but now he felt relieved when he saw the ball pass like this. "Don't worry about it, let the ball fly directly!" he shouted to the defenders.

But Maxville had a intuition that there might be a chance for this ball, because Zhang Jun did not stop and he was still watching the ball. This was a preparation action for an excellent striker to shoot in front of the goal. He still followed, and he had the advantage in the first few matches in the second half, and this time he did not want to have an exception.

Zhang Jun is staring at the ball.
To be continued...