Coman looked at the time with some dissatisfaction, there are still three minutes to go, there is only one goal at the moment, and it is possible to win, but this score is also a little too ugly, we are the representative of Dutch attacking football......

Could it be that without Suarez, Ajax's attacking ability has really fallen to this point? He looked at the players on the field worriedly, Suarez is about to transfer, who can take on the burden of attacking?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head and glared at Luther Brude, who seemed to him to be completely unsportsmanlike, if it weren't for your "bus" tactics, would I be so worried? Do you use all the defenders to target one person? Why don't you find a few security guards to send He Xu out of the field? Coman thought dissatisfied.

With only two minutes left, Garrincha had another shot that was punched out by Jürgen Weavers, and the ball fell to the feet of Luther Berger, who retreated to the top of the penalty area, and Luther Berger couldn't think too much about it, thinking that the ball could get as far away as possible from his own goal, so he kicked the ball towards the opposition's back.

Because there is not much time left, the Ajax defenders have already pressed through half the field, and the empty backfield is only Stekelenburg alone, watching the football and the Benschup, who is not offside from the front of his house, is getting bigger and bigger in front of him.

Luther Bruder stood up, and so did Koeman.

Luther Bruud had raised his arms, and Coman had reached out to cover his eyes.

The picture was so beautiful that he didn't dare to look at it.

Benschup, who had been inactive throughout the game, shook the Dutch international down with a clumsy feint before easily pushing the ball into the Ajax goal.

The scene was silent, and the fans of the whole game raised their arms and shouted.

“Goaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal！”

"Hooray! Valvik! ”

Coman lowered his hand and muttered, "What the fuck!" ”

Stekelenburg got up from the ground and stared blankly at the ball in the goal behind him, which had been picked out by Benschup and held in his arms like his firstborn son. This slightly extreme way of celebrating does not rule out the suspicion of delaying time.

Coman looked at the Valwijk players celebrating on the pitch with some whims, and he thought he must have developed Alzheimer's disease in advance. A second ago, I thought I could win two goals, but why did it happen in an instant, I don't understand the world.

Benshup was surrounded in the middle by his teammates, and in his hand, nay, in his arms, to be exact, was the same football that had given Ajax the fatal blow.

The fourth official had already raised the sign at this time, and there were three minutes of stoppage time, counting the last minute. There is only one minute left for Ajax and it is clear that the Waalwijk players are ready to spend those few minutes with celebration.

Koeman woke up from Alzheimer's disease, and he roared and ran to the referee, "Referee, are you blind?" They're clearly wasting their time! Why don't you stop them? It's time to tee off, what the fuck are you thinking? Bastard! ”

The referee turned his head to look at the former world-class star, and did not show mercy because he was a superstar before, and sent him straight to the stands with a red card. However, he was able to enforce the law impartially, and after ejecting Ronald Koeman, he turned back to the celebratory Waalwijk players and signaled that it was time for them to finish.

The Waalwijk players, who had not celebrated enough, had to drop Benschup's firstborn son and retreat to their own half to finish the game.

Koeman has been dragged into the stands by the team's staff, after all, if he continues to scold like this, fines are inevitable. And the manager in front of him doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping.

PSV Eindhoven's head coach is keeping a close eye on Ajax from his home, having just won the day before, and if Waalwijk manage to stop Ajax, his side will be able to return to the top of the table. We drew first and then Ajax, and both times caused a change in the table. In this way, Waalwik is still a good spoiler......

Thinking so, he couldn't help but lower his hair and become stunned. Forget to look at the TV screen.

Coman was already in the stands, he grabbed the railing in the stands, leaned forward, and didn't care if the players could hear it, just shouted hoarsely: "Go! Offensive! Kick me fuck! You bastards! Give it to me......"

By the end of the shout, his voice was hoarse and he could barely make a sound. It looks like he has his mouth open again and again, which is very funny, but it has a different kind of tragedy. This scene was captured by a photographer at the time, and later, the photo was named "The Tragedy Before the Victory" and was circulated around the world.

The referee blew the whistle and with about two minutes and fifteen seconds remaining, Ajax made what was perhaps the last kick-off of the game. Garrincha and He Xu, standing in front of the ball.

The Ajax players, who did not make any substitutions throughout the game, seemed to have run out of energy, and their strength was spent on defending in the first half and the hard defense in the second half. Maybe the only one who still has a little physical strength should be He Xu, who hasn't received the ball much and has been in close physical contact with the opponent, right? After all, He Xu simply gave up running and confrontation, and concentrated on helping Garrincha attract defense.

He Xu raised his head and looked at the time on the LCD screen, was there only two minutes left? Fortunately, there should be enough time, right?

He gently kicked the ball to Garrincha and ran forward, before running, he whispered to Garrincha, "Control the ball, and when I move forward, pass it to me!" It's up to you......"

After speaking, He Xu rushed into the opponent's camp like a dragon entering the sea.

Garrincha's ball protection skills are actually not good, as a player with samba blood in his bones, he has a strong sense of forwardness, in his opinion, perhaps the best defense is to attack!

He listened to He Xu's words, did not return the pass after receiving the ball, stopped the ball in front of him with his feet, and then stepped on the spot after shaking off the robbed Benshep, and rushed forward with the ball on his toes!

Standing in the stands, Coman was very satisfied with his disciple's relationship with him, and he leaned on the guardrail at an angle where everyone around him was worried that he would fall, jumping and shouting, although no one around him could understand what he was shouting, in fact, he didn't understand it himself......

Garrincha stuck the ball to his feet, and with a change of direction past the second defender, he stepped on his bike, but after only one lap, he stopped.

In this position now, no one will be taboo about the consequences of fouling, so it is useless to pedal a bicycle.

Garrincha's speed is quite fast, but in fact, he is not as fast as He Xu, but he has a good sense of rhythm, so he controls the ball very firmly.

He Xu, who has never been able to run, looked at the time on the LCD screen, and the running position under his feet seemed to become reasonable, he avoided all the defenders and rushed towards Valvik in an extremely hidden route.

Thirty seconds to go.

Garrincha had already accomplished the feat of connecting three people by not continuing forward, but with a close-to-ground pass that sent the ball from an eerie angle into the box.

Twenty-five seconds to go.

The ball speed was so fast that the person who wanted to stretch out his foot to break the ball in the middle did not touch it, the ball rolled to the penalty area, and the only person who could catch the ball must be He Xu.

He Xu appeared at the end of the ball, but his position was uncomfortable, and the ball rolled towards him from behind his side. He had to lift his foot to get past the ball to have a chance to shoot from a normal angle.

What about the people who defend him? Poor Dustri Mulder tripped and fell to the ground by He Xu's extremely hidden movement, He Xu's foot was very hidden, it looked as if he slipped under his feet by mistake, but it was not He Xu who fell, but Mulder.

The moment he received the ball, where was there anyone beside He Xu?

At this point, there are still twenty seconds.

Perhaps the only good news for Jurgen Weavers is that He Xu's ball is out of order.

The ball hit He Xu's outside instep, and He Xu seemed to have a reflex to shake his foot, allowing the ball to fly from the ground into the air.

Of course, there is still time, there are only seventeen seconds left.

In fact, this is only an estimated time, and the referee is constantly looking at his watch.

The already uncomfortable ball became even more uncomfortable. There are only fifteen seconds left.

Koeman looked like he was about to fall off the stands.

And Garrincha fell to the ground because of excessive force after passing the ball, but he was still stubbornly looking up at his teammates while lying on the ground.

The referee has already put the whistle in his mouth. About ten seconds?

Massimo Charlie, who had just run through the middle circle, just raised his head to look at the time on the LCD screen, but forgot to glance at He Xu.

"Di-" The whistle sounded.

Luther Bruder leaned back and tried to sit down in his chair, but sat down on the floor.

Coman was silent and did not move.

Garrincha waved his hand and pounded the ground, not knowing the joy and sorrow.

Massimo Charlie bowed his head dumbfounded.

Time receded to the referee's whistle.

He Xu opened his legs without looking back at this time, as if the passage of time had nothing to do with him, after the ball bounced up, it happened to be on his side, leaning his body, his legs were picked up, his feet were accurately drawn to the ball, and the ball flew out with a roar, drawing a curve that was not too big or small in the air. Jurgen Weavers stretched out his arm, but unfortunately he couldn't reach it.

Then, the whistle sounds, in fact, it means that the goal is valid.

This time there was no time to celebrate, the referee waved Waalwijk to kick off, Benshepp was reluctant to stretch his foot to finish the last kick-off of the game, and it was Luther Beagle who reached out and touched the ball lightly, and at the same time, the final whistle blew as Ajax beat Waalwijk 2-1 away.

A simple league game has the feeling of a Champions League final.

Oh, by the way, who said there are no more than three? He Xu, who was thrown in the air by his teammates, thought so.