The moment Li Lin walked onto the Feyenoord Stadium, he really felt how important the national derby really was to the fans of these two teams.

You can feel the frenzy and frenzy of the fans, the solidarity of the fans, as if they were tied to a pillar in the middle of the storm, and the Ajax players were beaten by waves and waves.

The two teams had a friendly match before the season, and if that one had impressed Li Lin enough, then this time completely refreshed Li Lin's mind about this game.

Li Lin looked at the stands where the away fans were from a distance, and saw that the poor small area of Ajax's fan zone was like a small boat rocking in a storm, which could capsize at any time.

And when the players on both sides are standing together, this difference in momentum is even more obvious. The opposing players are full of energy and fighting spirit in this kind of home fans, while some players on the Ajax side who have not rested well are a little sluggish under the impact of this sound.

Of course, this does not include Li Lin.

Whenever Li Lin walks on the field, he will run out with enthusiasm and passion that is usually difficult to see, and come to take over this body, which may also be the magic of football.

"Hey, old fellow, meet again!"

Li Lin called out to Mathieson, who was about to walk back to his court, behind him. The two men had a fierce confrontation in a friendly before the season.

Matheson turned his head, looked at Li Lin, who was obviously much more mature than the last time they met, and smiled.

"I've heard you've been playing well lately, but be careful, I'm not going to get through that easily!"

After speaking, Matheson turned around and returned to his own half, behind him, Li Lin heard the other party's declaration, and he didn't say much, but his face showed a hint of impulse to try.

On the pitch, he doesn't like to use his mouth to prove his ability!

"This guy is really tall!"

Aldeveld stood beside Mosanyid, looking at the tall centre-forward across from him, who was clearly a head taller than his team-mates, and felt the pressure from the opposition.

"There's no way, I can only try my best to restrain him, I will keep an eye on you here at any time, under normal circumstances, we will guard him together!"

Mosanyid frowned, although he said so, but because the opponent has three high-altitude attackers, when it comes to the game, some things are uncertain!

In the team's backfield, goalkeeper Vermeer was a little unstoppable in front of the goal at this time, and behind him, there were countless home fans, which brought him almost like a substance, so that the goalkeeper who had also seen the storm still couldn't help but be nervous.

"Kenneth, come on!"

Blind walked over and patted Vermeer on the head.

Vermeer nodded and took a deep breath, he was a veteran of the team, how could he be more nervous than a child at this time!

And in this tense and enthusiastic atmosphere, the referee of the game, Nihus, blew the whistle for the start of the game, and the national derby of the Netherlands officially began!

As soon as the game came up, Li Lin turned around and just received a pass from Eriksen on the right, and he felt as if his back had hit a wall hard, and the huge force that rebounded back made him fall to the ground all of a sudden.

"Toot toot!"

The referee did not hesitate to blow for a foul on the opposing player.

Li Lin was pulled up by his teammates on his back, only to see that the player who hit him just now was carrying a big No. 6 jersey behind him.

Cracy!

A defender with a very strong defensive style, this is to give himself a dismount as soon as he comes up, and it also declares Feyenoord's defensive strategy in this game.

"Think you can stop us with a foul?"

Li Lin shook his head and ran to where he should be. The next second he entered the opponent's penalty area, a familiar figure was pasted.

"Boy, just watch the game in my arms!"

This inferior agitation method from Mathieson naturally could not have any impact on Li Lin, but Li Lin could still feel this strong defensive oppression.

At the start of the game, perhaps due to poor physical and mental form, or due to the influence of opposing fans and players, Ajax were still barely in control of the pitch but were yet to create the slightest chance.

Paulsen still held the ball steadily in the midfield, brought a few cloths, and saw that there was no too good way to get the ball, so he gave the court to Eriksen, who retreated to the midfield to get the ball.

At this time, the opponent's other young midfielder, Lierdan, may have been nervous, and subconsciously defended it.

Eriksen, who turned around to get the ball, suddenly picked up speed in the midfield position with the ball, and suddenly passed Lildan, who was following the defense.

"Chance!"

Li Lin's eyes lit up, and he exited the box to receive Eriksen's pass.

Eriksen also saw Li Lin's running position, and just wanted to pass the ball out, a figure rushed out from the side!

Jan Maite!

The opponent's right full-back rushed up at high speed at this time, and unceremoniously shoveled Eriksen to the ground!

Kick!

"Isn't that a yellow card?"

Li Lin walked up to the referee Nehus and asked.

"It's a positive tackle, it's a foul, but it's not enough for a yellow card!"

Nehus's tone was very calm, as the referee sent by the Dutch Football Association to punish such a hot game, Nihus's mind was very clear, and he didn't need to explain anything to Li Lin at all, but because of the particularity of this game, he still explained, he didn't want the players on both sides to smell gunpowder as soon as they came up.

Li Lin saw that the referee gave his players an explanation, and he accepted it when he saw it, he originally came up to put pressure on the referee, he had already seen that if the referee's scale was too loose, the opponent's somewhat big action would become more and more unscrupulous.

"How's it going, it's okay!"

Li Lin helped Erikson up and asked with some concern. As the playmaker of the team, it would be a big deal if Eriksen's body went wrong.

"I'm okay!"

Eriksen tidied up his shin guards and took the ball and placed it in the place just designated by the referee, 30 metres from the goal.

"Well, would you like to give it a try!"

Eriksen glanced at Li Lin, the distance was just right for the elevator ball, leaving enough room for the ball to fall, and it wasn't particularly far.

Li Lin shook his head, he still doesn't play in the game anymore, and he doesn't put kicking free kicks in the first place now.

"Come on, show your state that day!"

After speaking, Li Lin walked back to the edge of the penalty area.

Everyone understands that this ball will be handled by Eriksen!