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Ricky Davis, who was in a state of madness, listened to the ridicule of the fans, his face was flushed, completely forgetting that he was also a head coach in name, and eagerly took Martin Joel's hand and said: "Mr. Head Coach, you see, it's not that we are not prepared properly, it's really that the team you lead is too powerful." ”

Davies's sycophant is actually very bad, because Martin Joel did not bring the most important league title to Ajax last season, but only won the Dutch Cup, and the fans are actually not very satisfied. But Davis can't care about this at this time, if the club thinks that they don't pay enough attention to this game, so they deliberately make some mistakes in this game, and don't take them to play Horst in the future, it will be a big loss.

From a technical and tactical point of view, Martin Joel really paid little attention to this warm-up game, and it was only a last resort to cooperate with the club's daily promotion and operation. So he shook Davis's hand and signaled him not to worry, and looked back at the bench, Nick Bollison, Marco Bizo, Raleigh Bonefasia, Yellen Fairhufen, heh, there's still a row of people, you pick one yourself.

Clark looked at Martin Joel and glanced back, knowing that he wanted to pull a random player from the bench over to Horst, so he quickly pulled Ding Yue to jump.

"Hey, Joel, wait a minute!"

Ding Yue's little heart was pounding, although he couldn't understand Dutch, but he knew that this old boy was going to help him speak with any part of his body!

So Ding Yue's face immediately switched to a harmless, pure and modest smile, and stood beside Clark like a quail.

At this time, Martin Joel's hand was pointing at Raleigh Bonefasia, wanting to tell him to come out and warm up, change his clothes and run for about 20 minutes, and everyone went back to their respective homes to find their mothers. But he was a little surprised when he was interrupted by Clark, so he put his hand down and asked Clark, "What's the matter?"

Clark actually regretted it a little after shouting, and smiled bitterly, thinking that there was no way I was just a good person, too easy to talk and too easy to be moved. However, there was no turning back when he opened the bow, Clark still pointed at Ding Yue and said to the two: "I recommend one, Davis, this is a young man from Huaguo who came to try out, and it is enough for you." ”

"Huaguo?" Davis was stunned when he heard the name of this country, he had the impression that in the Dutch League, only Eindhoven had a Chinese in the past few years, but he also came in a hurry and left quietly, basically without any impression. So, this still looks like a child-like teenager, and Mr. Clark is sure he can play?

Martin Joel glanced at the yellow-skinned young man in front of him, who still looked like a middle school student, and then said 'um' to Clark in a nasal voice, not knowing whether to question or agree.

Seeing this, Clark said it anyway, so he added ruthlessly: "Davis, this young man is the top youth player in the best club in China, and this time he came to open his eyes, which is enough." ”

Davis turned his head to stare at Martin Joel, only to see the old man nod.

“ok，ok。 Thank you, Mr. Coach, thank you, Mr. Clark, then tell this kid to come with me, good thing we have spare jerseys. With that, Davis walked straight back to Horst's bench.

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The players on the Horst bench were rubbing each other's legs, and even if the people who were replaced wanted to go up again, they were too weak to do so. Everyone expects Davies to pull an Ajax player who plays as a striker, and they all think that they will score a goal, otherwise the score will be too ugly!

At this moment, the Horst player, who was sitting on the ground slowly recovering his body, felt that the discussion of the spectators outside the fence behind him suddenly paused significantly, followed by countless cries of shock and various Dutch national scoldings. The injured man sitting on the bench was also surprised to look in the direction of Ajax's bench with the eyes of the audience.

The little stretch between the benches between the two teams, Davies was the first to walk towards them, then the academy director, Mr. Clark, and so on, the guy behind them, the guy who was wearing the shirt of an unknown team, that guy wasn't any of the Ajax first team players. And yellow-skinned? Asian?

Ajax's only Asian player was already on the pitch, and it was the same kid who scored the last goal. So who is this kid?

"Jeff, did we buy two Asians for Ajax this year?" As Horst's main left winger, Karsdorp was very honored and proud to play against the Ajax first team, but he was sad that he pulled his thigh for the last time in the first half, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to compete with the stars.

"No, absolutely not. Jeff sprinkled some water on his head, gasped for air, and said in the affirmative.

When everyone was surprised, the three of them had already walked in front of everyone.

Davis casually picked up a few spare jerseys on the ground, chose a set that suited Ding Yue's body type and threw it to him, and said to Clark: "Mr. Clark, just ask him to change his clothes, anyway, the pants are white." ”

Clark translated Davis's words to Ding Yue.

Ding Yue nodded a little numbly, this happiness came too suddenly, but he still changed his clothes with his hands and feet.

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"Nima, Davis, tell you to call a Wolverine over, why did you find a husky for us?" As Ding Yue changed into Horst's orange uniform, all the chatter, all the cursing escalated, and the audience standing behind the Horst bench was like eating dynamite, especially those who were familiar with Davis, and they roared and asked Davis, what are you joking about.

"Davis, is this kid your illegitimate child?"

"Collect the money!"

"Davis, you wait for your wife to carry you home from the bar tonight!"

Ding Yue was excited when he saw these guys, although he couldn't understand Dutch, he also knew that there was absolutely nothing good to say, so he had to pretend to be serious about sorting out his clothes and shoes.

But Clark understands it, and he automatically ignores it if it's even worse, but, hey, what's the deal with that guy who pulled his pants down?

"Davis, I've got my pants off, let's go up with me!"

Davis looked back, and threw a bottle for the man who took off his pants in annoyance, ", Rogkamp! Look at your big belly, do you lie down and play football?"

The fans in the back burst into laughter.

Horst's team members also looked at Ding Yue next to Davis in surprise, they searched the database in their minds, and they really couldn't find out which echelon of Ajax still had an Asian.

The young man who had arranged his shoelaces stood up and was stunned when he saw all the Horst players staring at him, and then looked at his teammates who were sitting and standing...... Raised a V-shaped finger.

This is not a Dutch gesture, it is an international gesture that all children over the age of three know.

"Hahaha......". Some of the members of the Horst team are still uncomfortable, but this kid is fucking sure it's not funny, forget it, it's a pure pilgrimage battle anyway, everyone just have fun.

"All right, Mr. Clark, this young player came on and played as a left winger. Davis saw that this scene was gradually evolving into a comedy movie set, and hurriedly urged everyone to get back on the set quickly.

This is not the first time Ding Yue has fought against professional players, he thought in his heart, with his current level, of course, it can't be the opponent of these excellent players in Europe, he just wants to be able to perform better in front of Clark, better, then when the time comes, ask him for a favor and give him some opportunities to try out in some small teams, and he will not be too embarrassed.

Ding Yue did a few simple warm-up movements, but it was also a shame that it was summer, if it was winter, if he didn't warm up well, he would play without a good warm-up, and the chance of injury would not be small, and then listening to Clark convey some arrangements from Horst head coach Davis, Ding Yue nodded to the two of them to indicate that he was very clear.

Standing on the sidelines, waiting for the referee to symbolically make a substitution gesture, Ding Yue and other teammates walked into the field together.

Walking next to Ding Yue is Horst's No. 9, a young man in his twenties, much taller than Ding Yue, and his body is stronger, but he has hardly touched the ball since the opening, and his mood is naturally a little depressed. Ding Yue habitually stretched out his right hand, and when No. 9 saw it, he was a little hesitant to high-five or shake hands, but he still stretched out his hand in a friendly way.

"My name is Ding Yue. Ding Yue said to him with a smile, almost word for word in English, and then shook his hand tightly.

"Bucknand. I don't know if this No. 9 English is good or not, but this simple sentence should be understandable, and he stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling person, and he also squeezed out a smile at Ding Yue.

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It wasn't until Ding Yue actually walked into the stadium that the young players and staff participating in the 'Football Dream' project exclaimed as if they had just woken up from a dream!

"What kind of shit luck did this Brother Ding take, fuck it!" Lu Xiaofei's eyes widened as he looked at the yellow-skinned player who didn't have a number behind the jersey on the field, and let out a wail. With a small video, he entered the "Football Dream" project team and came to the Netherlands, and then mingled with the youth director with the advantage of English, and then, why can he play a real game with the Ajax first team?

The young players were surprised and envious when they rubbed their hair fiercely while holding their heads, but Leng Zhengfeng immediately reflected his consciousness as one of the main leaders of this project after being shocked. He slapped Mao Beiyun next to him, who was in charge of the filming of this trip to Europe, "Turn on, turn on! Record!" As he spoke, he was so excited that he hurriedly helped Mao Beiyun install the camera and other equipment.

"Hey, okay, it's okay, let's start recording!" Mao Beiyun stood in front of the railing and found Ding Yue running on the field as quickly as possible.

Then, I saw Ding Yue in the camera quickly going down to the left sideline of his side, trying to catch up with the ball cleared by his teammate's big foot. And Van der Wiel, on his forward path, just a slight stuck, Ding Yue fell to the sky as if he had hit a wall!

The audience burst into loud laughter!

Seeing this, the little players covered their faces, and they didn't have the look of cheering for Ding Yue just now, they just wanted to pretend that they didn't know the guy on the turf. It's a shame, isn't it! It's only been a few minutes since you played, and the first time you appeared on the camera, you were like this?

"Don't broadcast this shot!" Leng Zhengfeng slapped his head and said to Mao Beiyun in embarrassment.