"Oh...this is a really unexpected plot!"

He Wei's always calm voice changed a little:

"The referee Lavanu is really unlucky. He was shot in the forehead by Long Shute, and also changed the route of football flight, which caught Tottenham's goalkeeper off guard..."

Xu Yang and him stared at each other:

"Will this kind of shot count the score?"

-

For sure, of course.

Why don’t you calculate the goals scored by luck?

When it was confirmed that the referee Lavanu was unconscious, the fourth official standing on the sidelines immediately went on the court and automatically replaced him as the referee - this was another use of the fourth official.

After he came on the court, he first announced that Long Shute's goal was valid.

After seeing the score on the big screen change from 1-0 to 2-0, the audience at the Amsterdam Arena cheered with satisfaction.

The live broadcast also shouted out the name of the goalkeeper:

“From long-shot from Ajax No. 8, long-shute!”

The heroes of the goal were surrounded by teammates, and everyone praised him for this goal that was one-shot and two-drawn.

"From the shooting distance, strength, and the movement route of the blind referee, the Tottenham goalkeeper's position, and the wind direction, it can not only make his head bloom, but also not delay my goal score. This is the result of my careful calculation," Long Shute laughed and patted Suarez on the shoulder, "Luis, are you convinced?"

"Bah! You're so fat!" Suarez rolled his eyes, "But... your kick is really relieved! If this French blind man, if he keeps punishing him with his eyes closed like this, I'm afraid I will really be unable to help but beat him up!"

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After falling behind two goals, Tottenham players are obviously much more impatient than before, and they have to strengthen their offensive.

Lennon and Pinal made a cross from the bottom, Van der Fate's long-range shot, and even the thin and tall Crouch began to use headers that he didn't like to threaten Ajax's goal. Everything they did was to score as soon as possible.

As long as they can score a away goal, they can leave Amsterdam with their chests raised and their heads raised!

But how could Van Basten get them to what they want?

The White Swan made a quick decision to replace Soleimani and sent De Jong, who had good performances on both offense and defense, further strengthening his control over the midfield.

Although Van der Fate's form quickly rebounded after transferring to Tottenham, the two midfielders behind him obviously did not help much in the offense. It was obviously too difficult for him to break through Ajax's three midfielders alone.

After being intercepted by Long Shute and Enno forcibly breaking through, the somewhat angry Dutch golden boy hooked Long Shute's right ankle with a scissor foot move!

Long Shute, who had never expected the other party to use such a move, was tripped to the ground, and his limbs and five bodies had a solid intimate contact with the grass...

The fall was so fierce that he not only felt dizzy, but also felt depressed and splattered between his chest and abdomen. He even had to squat down slightly to relieve the pain. Compared with these, the slightest scratch on his legs was insignificant.

The new referee learned from Ravanu's experience and lessons, and re-stricted the standard of phishing, and immediately gave Van der Fate a yellow card.

The Ajax fans who gave him applause before the game gave him a harsh boo this time.

"Listen to these boos. He turned to the Hamburg team in the Bundesliga despite the retention of the club and fans, regardless of the European Golden Boy Awards. He should have thought that he would have such a day, right?"

Dekur is happy to squirt once Ajax's pride and flag:

"He resolutely chose to leave when Ajax needed him the most. Don't expect Ajax, who has recovered, to give him a little warmth!"

Van der Fate's foul allowed Ajax to win a free kick in the backcourt, but because the distance was too far, it did not pose any threat, but instead allowed the opponent to strike back.

After receiving the ball, Van der Fate directly made a long pass and kicked the ball to the empty right side!

"Is Van der Fate a big spread? Crouch is in the middle..."

Before Dekur could react, a white arrow had already crossed the center line and chased the ball quickly towards the landing point!

Allen Lennon!

Tottenham Hotspur has two fast horses, and they form the devil's wings together!

One is called Gareth Bell, and the other is called Allen Lennon!

Van Basten bounced from the seat with a "ten" sound, and there seemed to be a steel thorn on his butt, and he couldn't sit down at all!

His main left defender Anita was completely unprepared and was left behind by Lennon for more than ten meters at this moment!

Ten meters of distance is almost like a chasm for football matches, and Anita has no chance of catching up with it - unless Lennon himself takes the ball away!

Being comparable to the Great Saint Bell, Lennon is quite outstanding in both speed and dribbling ability. He was once considered to be the best wing forward in England, especially the personal heroic scene of entering Longtan alone, who is the best at it.

He was confident that with his speed of being one step faster, no one in the Ajax formation could catch up with him!

The No. 8 player, known as "Chinese Kaka", was just resting near the central circle!

It was a big hit by Van der Fate!

Hahaha!

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Steglenberg is less than 30 meters away from Lennon, and there is no one among them.

As a goalkeeper, he can't watch his opponent break into the penalty area, so he has to attack.

For players who drive the ball from the wing, he should block the near post and move forward to minimize the opponent's shooting angle as much as possible.

Lennon must still change direction in the middle, otherwise it would be almost impossible for him to shoot the ball in his position.

But Steglenberg was not sure to make an interception during this period, because as the defense side, he was naturally at a passive disadvantage. Lennon could use various fake moves to shake himself away and then shoot easily.

Steglenberg had no choice but to take a gamble, he took a step forward and prepared to speed up!

"Stergrenberg chose to attack! Only he can save Ajax's goal!"

Guest Janssen couldn't help but cheer up Ajax goalkeeper, after all, they were all Dutch.

But his voice couldn't help but pause: "Why did he stop again? Did he give up?!"

Lennon was as strange as him. He didn't understand why the opponent's goalkeeper suddenly gave up on attack at this critical moment.

Hasn't this guy taken the basics of goalkeeper course?

What's more terrifying than standing on the gate line at a loss is that you choose to retreat halfway through the attack!

You stand on the edge of the small penalty area and seem to be able to expand some defense range, but you leave enough room for me to shoot!

Lennon cuts inward from the right side!

He is about to break into Ajax's penalty area!

But the next second his feet stopped!

From his aftermath, a pair of straight long legs suddenly flashed from the diagonal behind!

It is not for the purpose of hurting people. These legs are just using the inertia of the sliding shovel to block his only way to drive the ball and make progress!

"Dong!"

The football was sandwiched between two people and stopped rolling, while Lennon himself was bounced back by the recoil force.

Lennon, who was sitting on the ground, stared blankly at the red figure who stopped him and became a lone hero, and could not speak for a long time.

No. 8 of Ajax!

Damn it!

Didn't he rest in the middle circle?

When did it appear here?!

Even if he and I started at the same time... how could they catch up with me?!

Long Shute had no time to answer his question. He quickly jumped up from the grass, swung his big feet and drove the ball towards the frontcourt, and then it was the time for Suarez to perform.

Tolennon's fortune, Tottenham's players followed him out of the original defensive area, so Suarez's breakthrough was quite smooth this time.

Long Shute watched the Uruguayans twist left and right in the crowd from afar, then rushed out between the two defenders of Tottenham, and then heard a cheer sound from the main stands.

Van Basten can finally sit down.

It has been 78 minutes since the game, and his team swept Tottenham Hotspur 3-0 at home!

He glanced at Redknapp and finally showed a look of peace of mind:
Chapter completed!