Chapter 41. Van Basten's ambitions

After the first round of the Eredivisie, the whole Ajax team started a new week of training, but this time the training was not as relaxed as before, and the roar of the coach in the field could be heard from time to time.

All of this is naturally a legacy of a hard-fought first-round draw with AZ Alkmaar, who are still far from meeting Frank de Boer's expectations, and the young squad still needs more refinement and refinement.

In this regard, Coach Frank said that the game is not enough, and the training is to make up. So you can see the slightly tense training atmosphere at Ajax right now. The players on the training pitch are clearly approaching training with the same attitude as they approach the game, and that's what Frank de Boer wants to achieve.

"Hey, what the hell, it's almost 30 degrees! It's still a little cold in the morning! ”

Outside the training center, a man who had wrapped himself tightly complained with a little dissatisfaction.

"Haha, Marco, you've only been in Italy for a few years, aren't you even used to the climate of your home country? Isn't summer like this in the Netherlands all the time? ”

Van Stille held a thin coat in his hand, and his face was relaxed and comfortable, without any discomfort.

Van Basten glanced at Van Stier with some dissatisfaction, hesitated for a moment, and still did not choose to untie the clothes that were tightly wrapped around him.

"If I'm still at home, I don't care, Ajax is my home, how can there be so many taboos. But now that I'm the head coach of Heerenveen, I don't want to be too eye-catching. ”

Van Basten shook his head, he was still a person who knew what to do, what not to do, what else to do but better not to do.

No longer bothering about the temperature, Van Basten turned his attention to the training ground.

"Look at Frank's appearance, it looks like he was stimulated by the last game."

Van Basten understands the mentality of Frank De Boer very well, after all, he has also been in this position for a year, this position is not easy to do, although it seems that Frank De Boer's coaching career has started very successfully, but the profession of coaching, without more than ten years of precipitation, may not be able to get up again if he accidentally turns over.

"You can't blame him, after all, he's still a young coach, the team is also a young team, and despite winning two league titles, Ajax's squad is a little too fluid. It's a new team every season. Van Steer understands this, "So Coach Frank is still glad that Eriksen has not left this year, otherwise it would be even more difficult for this team to knead." ”

After Van Stier's words were finished, there was silence between the two for a while, and Van Basten did not answer, which made Van Stier a little strange.

However, looking at Van Basten's carefully observed expression at this time, Van Stil's face flashed with enlightenment, and he suddenly felt as if he was being taken advantage of.

"Marco, you're really speaking better than singing right now. I'll just say, we went to watch it together in the last game, you already praised Lee's performance, why is there any need to watch Ajax's training today. It turns out that you are here to reconnoiter the enemy's situation, and you have to pull me as a shield for you. ”

Van Stale finally understood the reason why Van Basten has been pestering him these days, although Van Basten is an Ajax celebrity, but now he is the head coach of another team after all, and it always feels a little inappropriate to come here to scout the enemy, whether it is in terms of identity or practice. If you are seen by the staff at Ajax, it will be embarrassing whether they invite you in or not. So it's much more convenient to simply drag Van Stier to come, and if there is anything to push on the other party.

Van Basten grinned and didn't answer, but the meaning was already obvious.

"Marko, you don't still want to overthrow Ajax, do you, have such big ambitions?"

Van Stiler felt Van Basten was thinking a little too much.

"Football matters, who is right."

Van Basten finally replied, looking confident.

……

Frank de Boer looked at what was clearly a bit intense on the field, and suddenly glanced at Armand beside him as if he remembered something.

"Our next opponents seem to be Nijmegen and Breda, right?"

Armand nodded, both teams are weak teams, so Frank is training the team like this now, and he is also conveying the message that he must win the next game.

"You say, isn't it a good time to put Lee in the starting lineup?"

Frank de Boer thought about it for a long time after the last game, and it is clear that Li Lin has a very important role to play for the current team, and it can be said that Li Lin is equally important to Eriksen in a sense. But it is a bit risky to promote Li Lin to the starting line too early, and it takes a long time for the confidence of young people to accumulate and many games, but it only takes 10 minutes for the confidence to collapse. Although he has a lot of confidence in Li Lin, after all, Li Lin is still too young.

However, now there is a good opportunity, because the opponents of the team in the next two rounds are relatively weak, and at this time, it may be more beneficial for him to let Li Lin play more to experience the feeling of the game.

Armand thought for a moment, understood De Boer's thoughts, and nodded approvingly.

"It's true that these two games can minimize the risk by letting Lee play, Lee's strength seems to be very strong now, but his experience is still too shallow, and he has played too few official games, now is a good time to let him start!"

Li Lin, who didn't know that he was about to usher in the first official league start in his career, was talking on the phone with his little brother who was in the youth training revenue.

"Little James, why did you remember to call me?"

Li Lin, who had just returned to the apartment after training, suddenly received a call from James Wilson, thinking about this little guy, Li Lin couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

Little James is the pistachio of Manchester United's academy This is something that everyone knows, this naughty and funny guy has a good relationship with almost everyone, but the best relationship with him is Li Lin, I don't know why, this little guy likes to stick to Li Lin, and the other little guy Januzaj is completely different.

"I'm a little bored, I just remembered to call you, you're almost a big star now, and I'm going to try to beat you up."

"You see where I look like a big star, that's Paul, okay, he is the future midfield core of Juventus."

Li Lin replied with a smile, he actually thought of the reason why little James called him, although this kid is a pistachio in the training camp, but there are only a few people who can really play with him, and as these people leave one by one, no one will play with him, so he is bored.

At this time, on the other end of the phone, little James was holding the mobile phone, his face was ugly. Hearing Li Lin's words, a smile appeared slightly, but it was fleeting.

"Big brother, I think, I want to ask you a question!"

Little James finally mustered up the courage to speak his heart.