On a beach in southern Spain, many people saw a burly and cold-faced middle-aged man suddenly turned into another person after answering a call.

I saw him staring at the sun forty-five degrees, and roaring with grief and anger at the sky:

"God! What kind of grudges do I, Marco, have to fight me like this?!"

An Italian middle-aged man next to him suddenly slapped his thigh and walked up excitedly: "You are definitely Van Basten! Sign me up! Forza-milan (Come on)!"

Van Basten suddenly felt balanced.

What's there to complain about?

AC Milan was squeezed out of the Champions League by itself, and the fans did not complain about the world...

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Here is a brief review of other games in the quarterfinals.

Roma was beaten by the miners with a score of 2-6, and defending champion Inter Milan drew 3-3 with Bayern Munich. Relying on his away goal, he narrowly advanced and became the only survivor in Serie A.

Among the top three Premier Leagues, Manchester United defeated Marseille 2-1, Chelsea defeated Copenhagen 2-0, and Arsenal was defeated 4-3 by Barcelona.

Real Madrid swept Lyon 4-1, while the former old captain of the Galaxy Battleship Raul led Schalke 04 to defeat Valencia 4-2, becoming the only representative of the Bundesliga.

After the draw of the new lot, Ajax was given to the universe team Barcelona as one of the big gift packages, while another big gift package Donetsk miners were given to Barcelona's arch rival Real Madrid without surprise - the two La Liga players always seem to be specially taken care of by UEFA President Platini.

Premier League teams are relatively unpopular: Manchester United and Chelsea met early in the quarterfinals, and no matter what the result is, they can only have one of them to continue to enter.

The other Schalke 04, who is not a powerful man, was drawn by Inter Milan, which is also a good draw for the defending champion. You should know that Schalke, who is fighting on both sides, is almost about to fall into the relegation zone in the Bundesliga...

Three of the four groups of matches are clearly distinguished between strength and weakness. Only the Premier League civil war can be regarded as a strong dialogue. The tactical match between Ferguson and Ancelotti is undoubtedly the most topical collision in the quarterfinals, while the other three groups are more like walking to the semi-finals. Real Madrid, Barcelona, ​​and Inter Milan seem to have entered the semi-finals with one foot...

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The quarterfinals are also good, after all, Barcelona's momentum in recent years has been unstoppable. Ajax cannot be compared with the opponent in terms of personnel and technical and tactical playing style...

With Ajax's strength, he has reached the quarterfinals for two consecutive years, which is already a strong recovery. After all, it is hard. Look at the Reds Liverpool, are you tired? Look at the Gunners Arsenal. Now that the competition is getting fierce, even these giants are not falling apart?

What's more, the strength of the Galaxy Battleship is not that it has been at the top 16 for six consecutive years!

After figuring this out, Van Basten put away the phone, signed the enthusiastic Milan fans, took a photo, and then lay on the beach again.

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Van Basten may be able to take the win and loss of the match against Barcelona, ​​but there is one person at the Ajax Club that would not agree.

The man's name is... John Cruif.

The pride of Dutch football, Barcelona's godfather, was kicked out of Spain because of a fierce conflict with Barcelona's senior management, and even Rossell canceled the title of honorary chairman of the club, which made the arrogant Cruyff completely unacceptable.

The Dutchmen who were betrayed in Barcelona fled back to Ajax, who debuted in the desert and soon became the technical consultant director. With his status in Dutch football and his master-apprentice relationship with Van Basten, everyone knew that his director was almost equivalent to Ajax's supreme emperor.

As soon as Van Basten lay down, his cell phone rang again.

"Can you give up your job temporarily?" His wife couldn't help but complain.

Van Basten smiled apologetically, but his face looked a little distressed - he saw the name of his mentor on the screen.

He must accept it because the reason why he was able to successfully take over as Ajax's coach three years ago was that in addition to his personal qualifications, the recommendation of this mentor was also very important.

Although the Netherlands is not China, it is impossible to have the most basic human nature.

"Marco, it's me, have you read the news about the lottery?"

Although Cruyff is trying his best to control his emotions, how can he hide it from Van Basten, who has been with him for 30 years?

Van Basten replied: "Yes, Dennis told me that our opponent in the Champions League quarter-finals is Barcelona."

"Very good," Cruyff seemed to be brewing feelings, "You know how those Barcelona guys treat me?"

"I know, John, Rossel is too much. God will punish him. You don't have to take it to heart..." Van Basten could only comfort his teacher.

"I can't wait, Marco," Cruyff interrupted his beloved disciple's comfort, his voice unconsciously speeded up. "I know my words are too hard, but I really hope you can defeat Barcelona. You may not understand my current mood. If possible, I really want to see with my own eyes the expression of Rossel's fat pig being defeated in Amsterdam..."

Sixty-four-year-old Cruyff kept talking on his phone, just like any old man.

Van Basten listened quietly to him, and then responded in a deep voice: "I can't tell you that we can definitely defeat Barcelona, ​​but we will definitely do our best, I promise you, John."

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Cruyff turned off his cell phone and walked out of his office at the club.

The full-time secretary equipped by the board of directors quickly followed behind him and followed the Ajax and the legend of the Netherlands for a walk.

Cruyff stopped in front of a forest.

There is the club's No. 2 training turf, and a voice can be heard vaguely.

"This weekend is the national team's game day, right?" He didn't look back, but just asked casually.

"Yes," the secretary quickly replied, "this week shouldn't be the first team training task."

"Go and have a look." Cruyff wrapped his windbreaker tightly, and the Netherlands was occasionally chilling in March.

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There was only a red figure in the huge training ground.

Just like the usual training time, Long Shute still arrives here on time every day and then trains without any discount.

He refused the warm-up match between the Chinese team and Costa Rica, and Gao Hongbo and others did not contact him anymore, so he was able to concentrate on staying for training.

Sometimes young people such as Blind and Eriksen who have not been recruited by the national team will appear in this training ground, but he is more of them alone.

It is difficult for a person to train defensive skills, so he focuses on ball possession and dribbling.

He filled the training ground with triangular cones, then dribbled the ball around the pyramid and changed directions continuously, while slowly increasing the speed.

As the speed is faster, the mistakes will gradually increase. Occasionally, they will lose balance due to sudden stops and change directions, and may even fall to the ground.

This kind of training is very boring and the progress is minimal, but he must persist.

He knew that his natural ball sense was not outstanding, so he could only strengthen his memory through repeated practice, and over the years, he would always play some role.

After finishing a set of dribbling, he will also practice a set of long-distance shots for himself - the feeling of shooting can also be strengthened through a lot of practice.

After practicing alone for an hour and a half, Long Shute finally stopped the movement.

He had long noticed that there were two onlookers standing not far from the sidelines, but he would never stop the special training of self-abuse because of other people's bypassing eyes.

Instead, he nodded to the other party and prepared to leave.

But he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the other person's face.

"Mr. Cruyff?"

Even though he has not dealt with the newly appointed technical consultant, he has played for Ajax for four seasons, and the ubiquitous photos and portraits of Cruyff have long been deeply imprinted into the minds of every Ajax player!

Cruyff spoke slowly: "You didn't participate in international competitions?"

"It's just an irrelevant warm-up match." Long Shute smiled, took out a towel from the training bag on the sidelines, and wiped the sweat all over his face at will.

"I only feel that I am really old when I see young people like you..." Cruyff sighed.

Long Shute didn't know how to comfort the old man, but he heard the club's Supreme Emperor change the tone: "Do you know who our Champions League opponent is?"

"Of course, Barcelona." Long Shu nodded.

Cruyff looked at him: "Do you feel a little headache and worry? Even powerless despair?"

Long Shute laughed out loud.

"Why am I afraid?" He straightened his chest with a young man's pride, "If the opponent is not strong enough, how can I prove that I am the strongest?"

Cruyff also laughed: "It's not my era now, and the Eredivisie champion is not the strongest."

"Maybe you're right," Long Shute looked at the gray-haired old man and still did not retreat. "But I have always liked to slap these wealthy families in the face."

"Ambition!" Cruyff smiled happily, and then he asked, "By the way, young man, can you tell me your name?"

Long Shute fell head on the turf.

Your routine...is not right!

You don't even know how to punch Real Madrid, kick Milan, and sit under your butt, Liverpool, the best player in the Asian Cup?
Chapter completed!