In the first few minutes of the second half, the other nine Ajax players did watch as Ronshette ran around the pitch like a mad dog. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sim de Jong's eyes suddenly soured, and the first one rushed out with his teammates, becoming the second mad dog behind Ronshit.

Lindgren and Dezeu glanced at each other from afar, and also entered the monkey circle formed by Twente from their own position.

All four of Ajax's midfielders rushed forward!

Even Soleimani, who had lost his position, was entangled with his closest opponent.

Twente's players can play monkeys with ease when it's just a mad dog, but after all four new forces are in the fight, their game can't be as casual.

Not to mention...... Even with just one mad dog, they've already shown a couple of glaring blunders!

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Van Basten's fists were clenched tightly, and sweat was oozing from his palms.

Pressing high with one less man would undoubtedly pose a big risk to the team's defence, but he had to support a change in the team - even if it wasn't at his behest.

Defending the counter-attack doesn't mean anything to an old rival like FC Twente, and McClaren doesn't mind giving up any attacking football for revenge, as long as they can beat Ajax, it doesn't matter if they keep the ball in the corner flag area for the 45 minutes of the second half!

They were suppressed by Ajax for two seasons, and they did not hesitate to win even in the ugliest way!

They are not Barcelona or Real Madrid, they are afraid of utilitarian football!

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The Eredivisie's style has always been to encourage attack, their defensive level is relatively limited, and the defensive intensity is hardly comparable to that of the Premier League and Serie A, at least Twente's players rarely encounter such high pressing as today.

And in the face of crazy pressing at the expense of physical strength, even Barcelona, who dominates the world with ball control skills, will show panic, let alone Twente.

Yes, Ajax's midfield did have plenty of openings, but the Twente possession player didn't have time to deliver lethal passes, and all his energy was focused on hand-to-hand combat.

The game entered a stalemate, but the pace was not slow at all.

Caught in the quagmire of pressing, Twente made frequent mistakes, and their attack was cut off by Ajax after barely playing half the game, but Ajax, who lacked a strong scorer, could not break through the opponent's goal.

McLaren simply didn't ask his players to attack, anyway, they had a one-goal lead and had the advantage of numbers......

The FC Twente boss suddenly stood up from his seat.

They are superior in numbers...... Lost the ball again!

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De Jong drops back to catch the ball...... Oops, De Jong was careless! He was cut off the ball at his feet with a hard press by De Jong! ”

Deckur's commentary almost confused him.

Yang Sen laughed hesitantly: "There are two De Jong in this game, I'm afraid no one can understand your explanation." ”

Ajax midfielder Sim de Jong has cut off FC Twente striker Luke de Jong.

Luuk de Jong, who was born in August '90, is three months younger than Lonjut, and his physical and mental qualities are obviously not as good as Lonjut, who has two lifetimes of experience.

Although the steal just came from Sim de Jong, it was inseparable from Longszt: it was precisely because the Chinese teenager blocked most of the passing lines of Brahma, who held the ball, that the Twente midfielder was forced to take a risky forward pass, which was successfully broken by Chim de Jong, who has a close relationship with Longszt.

After the break, Sim de Jong did not make any adjustments, and pushed directly with the arch of his foot to pass the ball to Lonshit in front.

"This ball is so straightforward!" Yang Sen shook his head in the live broadcast room.

De Kul continued to scoff at the choice of the Ajax players: "Doesn't Sim de Jong see a Twente player standing behind Ronjut? Does he want his interception to appear on the other side? ”

It was Brahma who appeared behind Ronshette, and the midfielder's unpleasant pass had just been so unhappy that he dismounted, his hands on his waist, staring at the football.

As soon as the opponent is ready to stop the ball, Bramma will be able to learn from Sim de Jong's top tackle and regain possession!

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Of course, Long Shute felt it, there was a pair of big hands behind him against him, even if he could successfully catch the football, the power coming from behind him made it impossible for him to turn around easily.

It's one of the most common ways to defend a player with his back to the ball, and it's probably more often seen in basketball.

How to get rid of?

Playing the ball with a quick kick to form a match with a team-mate?

Or do you force yourself around with your strength and break through again?

Countless thoughts flashed through Long Shute's mind.

The same can be said of Bramma who defends him, and the Twente midfielder certainly knows that the number eight in front of him is extremely fast, so he stubbornly controls the way back and does not give an inch.

The ball is coming.

The red figure of the number eight flickered!

Brahma immediately sank into the dantian, poured his arms into his arms, and prepared to carry the opponent head-on, but his strength was all in the air!

Ajax VIII ...... Choosing to take a step forward?!

Own defensive ...... Completely empty!

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"Ronshit gave up his fight with Brahma...... Uh......"

Deckur closed his mouth as soon as he spoke.

Because in the time of this half sentence, Long Shute has already completed the turn.

What about football?

Brahma's attention was almost entirely drawn to Ronshit's turn, and he involuntarily took a step forward, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark shadow burrowing through between his legs!

That bastard kid!

He was turning around...... Gently knock your heel along the momentum of the soccer ball!

Not only does football change the course of the roll, but it also becomes faster!

Brahma subconsciously closed his legs, but only felt a chill in his crotch.

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"Wear a crotch!"

"A simplified version of the Marseille maneuver!"

The two commentators popped up a noun at the same time.

They didn't have time to argue about whose judgment was more professional and imageful, and they were distracted by Long Shute's next move.

The Chinese youngster's movements were as simple as he began to pick up speed as he completed the turn, and it took only four steps to catch up with the ball that had emerged from under Bramma's crotch, and then he slid the ball to the edge of the box at FC Twente.

"Pass it to me!" Soleimani raised his right hand high in the air as he fought hand-to-hand with a defender at FC Twente, and then exchanged for an even more fierce entanglement with the opposing defender - Ajax only had one striker, and the fool knew he had to be killed......

Lonshit didn't mean to pass the ball to him at all: I'm sorry for Soleimani, but a striker who has only scored three goals in a season is untrustworthy......

Ignoring the only striker, and the left and right wingers didn't have time to plug in, so he chose to continue carrying the ball himself.

Another Twente centre-back rushed to the front, but before he could get on, Ronshit had already burst into the box with the ball.

Putting a tackle in the penalty area is definitely the next step, especially for a player as fast as the opponent, even a normal tackle will make him suspect of a foul in the eyes of the referee, and not every defender has the courage to take the initiative to apply for a red card and penalty package......

So the defender had to press his body up, hoping to stop the crazy wild dog.

As long as they can knock the opponent out of their center of gravity, or stop slightly, the goalkeeper who has already attacked has a chance to defuse this threat.

But he miscalculated.

He didn't crash into a wild dog, but a heavily loaded tank full of shells and moving at high speed!

Long Shute's body didn't even shake a bit, his feet were still steady and fast, the football was still under control, and he almost carried the defender in the penalty area to continue to rush!

He shook his ankle from 12 yards.

The goalkeeper, who was already close at hand, subconsciously lowered his center of gravity, while spreading his arms and legs apart, and doing his best to expand his defensive area.

But he immediately regretted it!

Between his wide-open legs, a gentle breeze swept through it!

He, like his teammate Brama, was crotched by this red number eight!