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"Long live! Feyenoord!! Must win! Feyenoord!!"

"Goal! Alkmaar! Double champion! Alkmaar!" [..com]

The more than 50,000 fans in the stands were divided into two camps and roared deafeningly. They all wanted to overwhelm their opponents with momentum.

In the corridor of the stadium, the on-duty referee Culpes stood in front of the two teams holding the ball, waiting for the time to play. Players from both sides also demonstrated to their opponents through their eyes and actions, exerting psychological pressure on their opponents.

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"What are you looking at! If you have the skills, use it on the field."

Van Bommel is known as Alkmaar's No. 1 powder keg. He has a bad temper, a rough playing style, and is full of swear words. He frequently receives red and yellow cards on the field, and is never afraid to fight with his opponents. He was criticized by Feyenoord.

The players became angry and yelled.

"Just do it, whoever is afraid of whom."

Not to be outdone, Feyenoord's captain Van Gastel shouted tit for tat.

"You are so shameless, who are you afraid of? But we will give you five eggs?"

Van Bommel extended a hand and shook it to the Feyenoord players, intending to score five goals for them.

"You still have the nerve to call others shameless, think about how you won last time." Van Gastel said angrily.

"Don't make any noise! ​​If you want to go home early and watch TV, go ahead."

Referee Culpes glanced back at the players and shouted in a low voice.

The players in the corridor immediately shut up. They didn't want to leave a deep bad impression on the referee before the game. When the referee doesn't like you, yellow cards, red cards and fouls will definitely be inevitable.

Players from AZ Alkmaar and Feyenoord appeared on the scene at the same time. The noise at the scene suddenly doubled. Players from both sides lined up to enter the venue. They stood together and took photos from reporters. Then the players from both sides shook hands with the referee and the opposing players.

After separation, the captains exchange team flags and guess the side of the coin.

Feyenoord's captain Van Gastel lost the coin toss to Altidore, who was given the right to pick the edge, while Van Gastel was given the right to kick off.

Seeing this result, Jiang Mu nodded with satisfaction: "Let the opponent have the ball first. I still hope that the players will adapt to the game on defense instead of attacking with the ball."

"I still hope to get the ball. It is more advantageous for the active side." Linner felt a bit regretful. Although the ball will return to Alkmaar sooner or later, as a player who is deeply influenced by Dutch football, he still prefers

Active ball control.

"You are very confident. I was scared by these kids last time." Jiang Mu still felt frightened when he thought of the last time he won the championship.

"Don't think so much, we won't carry it like that. Good luck belongs to the strong." Lin Nazhou patted Jiang Mu on the shoulder.

"Haha, I hope so."

Jiang Mu turned his attention to the stands. There was a sea of ​​red and white in the stands, like flames and waves, and warm applause surged like waves. Among more than 50,000 fans, Jiang Mu found the stands of Chinese fans. On the large banners were

Some wrote in huge Chinese characters: Jiang Mu - eternal champion! We love you! Some wrote: Jiang Mu, you are our pride! You are the pride of Chinese football! Some wrote: Regardless of victory or defeat,

we all love you!

Seeing this, Jiang Mu suddenly felt a strange feeling. He waved his fist in that direction, as if to reassure these compatriots who had come from afar that the championship would not be snatched away from him by anyone.

Altidore shook hands with the three referees and Van Gastel and then walked back. He made a gesture and his teammates immediately gathered around.

""This is the most glorious moment in my career, and it is also my last moment at Alkmaar. This is my farewell game. Coach Jiang gave me the opportunity to start. I hope I can leave without any regrets."

Altidore stretched out his hand and placed it in the center of the circle.

"Your wish is also ours." Altidore's friend Martens pressed his hand.

"Our hearts are always connected." Kuyt pressed his hand again.

"Send you off with a double crown." Drogba readily covered the palms of the people below with his big hands.

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After everyone held their hands together, Altidore looked at these teammates. They were like comrades who depended on each other for life and death in the trenches. They had experienced countless baptisms of war, and now they were on the last battlefield.

, prepare to face the last common enemy.

"Being with you is my happiest time. Victory is right in front of me! Charge towards the championship."

Everyone is also looking at Altidore. At this moment, both new and old players understand Altidore's feelings for Alkmaar and understand his departure.

"Charge to the champion!"

The 11 players waved their hands down at the same time and let out the same shout.

Feyenoord also formed a circle. Everyone gathered together for the final mobilization for battle.

"This is the home court of our mortal enemy Ajax, friends." Van Gastel's eyes swept across the faces of each teammate, "We must not fail here. There are 20,000 fans in the stands, and the ground beneath our feet.

This stadium is all our motivation. We are Feyenoord! The glorious and great Feyenoord will never allow us to lose to the little AZ!"

Van Gastel waved his hand vigorously.

"Kill them! Win the tenth Dutch Cup!!"

"Kill them! Win the tenth Dutch Cup!!" The other 10 players roared.

When the players from both sides stood in their respective positions and waited for kick-off, the Amsterdam stadium, which had been noisy for more than an hour, fell into a brief silence. The sound disappeared for a moment, and everyone was holding their breath and waiting for the game to start.

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The referee Kulpers stood in the center circle and looked at the surface on his wrist. Then he looked at the fourth official on the sidelines. After receiving the permission to kick off, he blew the whistle loudly and loudly.

Russian forward Nikov passed the ball to Argentine center Cruz and ran forward quickly.

At the same time, Drogba, who was waiting outside the center circle, rushed toward Cruz who was holding the ball like a tiger descending a mountain.

Soldiers will fight against generals, and the center will fight for the center.

Of course, Cruz would not give Drogba a chance to steal the ball on the spot. He turned around and passed the ball to captain Van Gastel behind him before Drogba rushed to him. He got out of the way of Drogba and also passed the ball to Captain Van Gastel.

He rushed forward.

Attack is Feyenoord's first choice. Drogba ignored Cruz who rushed over, and he was marked by others. He continued to rush towards Van Gastel who was holding the ball. When he did not have the ball,

He is a defender in the frontcourt, these are Jiang Mu's original words. Van Gastel passed the football backwards to center defender Di Haan.

Drogba continued to rush forward, penetrated into the opponent's penalty area, and continued to pounce on Dehaan. At this time, the two wingers Thomasson and Kuyt also rushed to the frontcourt from the two wings almost at the same time.

DeHaan cannot pass back. If he continues to pass back to goalkeeper Dudek, then Dudek can only take a big kick. When he has few players in the frontcourt and the opponent has many defensive players, taking a big kick is equivalent to

Giving the ball to the opponent, in the concept of Dutch football, possession of the ball is a must.

Of course, passing the ball is faster than running. De Haan had enough time to observe the surrounding situation. He saw that the opponent's winger was pressing into the full-back position, and his only outlet for the ball was Van Wendelen next to him, so he passed the football to

Although Van Wendelen was three meters away from him, Van Wendelen could use this three-meter distance to pass to the midfield and avoid Drogba who was like a mad dog.

As soon as Van Wendelen received the ball, he found that the opponent's midfielder Altidore had already rushed over quickly.

The forward pass was likely to be intercepted, so Van Wendren quickly passed the ball to the wing, looking for Pifer instead of giving it to captain Van Gastel.

Altidore immediately ran to the side, not caring about the physical consumption, using himself as an engineer.

The passing range from the wing is even narrower. Pifer either moves forward or to the center, and the back pass route has been strangled by Kuyt.

Of course it is best to leave the attack in the middle, but Alkmaar's midfielder Van Bommel has quickly rushed to the route between Pifer and Van Wenderen. Gattuso is also stuck between Pifer and Cruz.

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Pifer kept the ball at his feet for a moment and then decided to take the ball forward.

At this time, dribbling the ball forward is not the best option, because Alkmaar's entire defense is not moving. Even if he can pass from the bottom, it will not pose much of a threat. But because of the opponent's pressing, Feye

Nord's passing is becoming more and more passive, and the player who receives the ball at the end cannot make the best choice.

Altidore quickly chased back, Gattuso and Van Bommel moved closer to the wing, and full-back Suleiman also moved forward.

Pifer was worried that there was no passing route, when he suddenly saw Suleiman's condition and Van Watson was free, and he passed the ball without thinking.

"Idiot!" Benhak, who was on the sidelines, waved his fist. He could clearly see the situation on the sidelines. From his position, he could clearly see that Alkmaar's overall formation was changing with Fei.

Yenod's back passes were pushed forward again and again, Suleiman moved forward, and the entire defense line moved forward together. Van Watson, who had just ran up, was already in an offside position.

The linesman's flag was raised.

Van Watson offside!

The ball was passed to Feyenoord for 30 seconds before returning to Alkmaar's feet.

Goalkeeper Silva did not have as cumbersome passing penetration as Feyenoord. He directly drove the ball forward with his big foot, and then stared at the competition in the frontcourt with wide eyes.

The seemingly blind big foot flew towards center Drogba's position.

Drogba did not reach the ball's landing point during the challenge between Van Wenderen and De Haan, but Feyenoord did not control the ball and De Haan just headed the ball back.

During the three-man battle for the top, DeHaan failed to control the direction, and the ball hit Altidore right in front of him.

Altidore was extremely active today, both offensively and defensively.

Seeing the ball flying in front of him, Altidore did not stop the ball immediately. He cunningly waited for Van Gastel to rush towards him, then pushed the ball forward with his chest, just in time to dodge the rushing Van Gastel.

Gastel.

Altidore took two steps forward, suddenly changed the direction of the ball, dodged the central defender and midfielder's block on the goal, and suddenly took a shot from a position nearly thirty meters away from the goal.

Before the commentator Evans had time to read out the playing lists of both sides, Alkmaar's first shot had already appeared.

Cold shot.

Dudek was completely unprepared, but he was in really good shape this season. Almost as soon as he saw the ball being shot, Dudek reacted at the same time, leaping forward and flicking the ball with his fingertips against the goal post.

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