Chapter 88： only you!

Chairman Ajax ’s office in New Town, Amsterdam, the Netherlands.

Technical director Van Gaal and chairman Michael Van Prager sat in front of the TV and watched Setenez's header break the goal of Robont's goal. Both of them shot the case in unison, and then both were exhausted. Sit back on the sofa.

Finished! Completely finished!

The road to the Champions League this season will stop tonight!

Tomorrow, the entire Dutch media will bombard Ajax crazy, and all fans will launch a bludgeon against Ajax, and everyone will be forced into a dead end!

Van Gaal's iron-faced face was originally full of loneliness and helplessness. It seemed that this game made him quickly aging ten years old. The whole person could not stand the spirit and could not speak for a long time.

He did n’t think that the players deliberately wanted to kill him as a technical director. Even Ibrahimovic, who had enemies with him, did n’t have this idea, because it did n’t benefit them at all. In a game, Ajax was carrying too much pressure and burden.

It was the first five games that caused the mountain pressure tonight.

At the same time, the team should also deeply reflect on the signings at the beginning of the season and let go of Van der Mede. The right side of the frontcourt did not introduce strong aid, which directly led to the team ’s original tactics of flying together. Director, Van Gaal has an inescapable responsibility.

As for the financial difficulties of any team, who cares?

All fans, all media, will only care about Ajax's away defeat to Bruges tonight, and they are eliminated from the European arena. This is irreparable for Ajax's win of the Dutch Championship this season. Regret.

"Why is this happening?" Michael Van Prager murmured.

He couldn't understand that he was obviously stronger than his opponent, but why did he play this way?

Van Gaal gritted his teeth and patted the chairman's shoulder gently, saying nothing, but he knew it was professional football.

It's cruel, it's realistic, it doesn't have to look back.

The opponent scored such a goal in 84 minutes, the morale of the team was about to collapse, and everything was irreparable.

"Relax, Michael, tomorrow morning, I will give the media and fans an explanation." Van Gaal said lightly.

He sighed deeply, got up from the sofa, turned and left the chairman's office.

He had to go back to his office to pick up things, and then leave this place where he was sad and frustrated.

There is no doubt that he came back with ambitions more than half a year ago, but now, he must have a deep reflection on all the decisions he has made in the past half a year, as well as a deep reflection on his problems.

Michael Van Prager looked at the dismal back when Van Gaal left, stretched out his right hand slowly, opened his mouth to want to call him, but in the end, he couldn't make a sound and watched him disappear Outside the door.

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Janbredel Stadium, Bruges, Belgium.

At the moment when Setenes header broke, Ronald Coman covered his face hard, and the whole person squatted on the grass beside the court, a kind of guilt, guilt, resentment, and depression A variety of complex emotions occupied his soul.

He is really desperate!

After attacking for more than an hour, he has never been able to come up with effective offensive means to break the opponent's goal, but he was counter-attacked by the opponent in the 84th minute. What else can he do?

He can even clearly feel the frustration from the players on the court.

He is very aware of the professional player background, this goal completely defeated the morale of Ajax.

He has made two substitutions, replacing veterans Litmanen and Sawyers, but failed to reverse the offensive situation on the court, but was scored by the opponent through a counterattack.

He has no idea!

There is only one offensive player left on his bench, and that is Yang Yang, a 17-year-old teenager.

This is his commitment to Van Gaal.

He originally thought that Yang Yang was not needed, but he never thought that he really used it.

"If there is only one person standing on the court at the end, then I believe it will be Yang Yang."

"If there is only one person left in the team who is still willing to work hard for me, then I believe it will definitely be him."

"If God really decided to ask me to go, then I hope he personally sent me this last trip."

That day Van Gaal's words were still in ears, but the listener Ronald Coman's mood was very different.

Could it be that Yang Yang is really going to send Van Gaal the last ride?

"Ronald, there is no time." Luther Carroll reminded.

Coman raised his head and looked at the scoreboard. He had jumped into 86 minutes, and there was really no time.

Anyway, it is to fulfill the promise to Van Gaal!

"Let Yang Yang go up, replace De Jong and hit the right." Coman shouted.

Upon hearing this, Luther Carol turned quickly and shouted loudly toward the bench behind him: "Yang Yang, fast, fast, warm up."

Yang Yang on the bench was stunned for a while, but he quickly jumped from the seat again. He took off his long-sleeved training suit and replied forcefully: "I've warmed up now and I can go on. "

"Then come quickly."

With Luther Carol's beckoning, Yang Yang walked to the sidelines.

The ears came from the stadium, deafening cheers, fans of the home team have begun to celebrate their victory in advance.

This goal from Setenas not only scored three points for Bruges, but also qualified the home team for the UEFA Cup.

Yang Yang was totally embarrassed. He even forgot how he came to Ronald Coleman.

The head coach pressed his shoulders firmly, leaning against his ears and shouted loudly: "Boy, do you know why I brought you to Bruges?"

Yang Yang's mind was still blank. Both ears were buzzing. After hearing Koman's shout, he shook his head vigorously.

He really can't figure out why he was selected into the 18-man roster. I believe not only him but everyone on the team can't figure out why the head coach should trust him as an unknown rookie in such an important game. What?

"It's Louis!"

"Louis?" Yang Yang thought of Van Gaal.

"Yes, Van Gaal, he told me that at the last minute, the only person he trusts is you!"

Ronald Coleman's words made Yang Yang stunned.

He and Van Gaal were friends, which made him feel very honored, but he never knew that Van Gaal was so trusting in himself, to such a degree.

"He decided to do something."

"I know."

Ronald Coman flashed a bit of surprise, he did not expect Van Gaal to tell Yang Yang such a secret thing.

Of course, he didn't know at all, and Yang Yang didn't know what Van Gaal would do.

But these have no time to investigate and straighten out.

"If this game is lost, if we don't get the right to qualify for the Champions League group stage tonight, he will take all responsibilities tomorrow and be forced to leave Ajax."

"What?" Yang Yang was taken aback.

Ronald Coleman clearly read the signal from Yang Yang's expression, he didn't know anything about it.

"Van Gaal told me that if there is the last person on the team who is willing to work hard for him, it will be you; if the matter reaches an irreparable point, he hopes that the person who will give him the last voyage is you."

Speaking of which, Ronald Coleman pressed Yang Yang's shoulder hard, his eyes red, and his teeth gritted: "Boy, you are our last hope, you can save the team, save Van Gaal, only you . "

Yang Yang was very moved.

Since he came to Ajax, Van Gaal has intentionally and unintentionally kept away from him. He thought this was his intention as a technical director to avoid suspicion, so he never mentioned anyone to Van Gaal. relationship.

But he wouldn't think of it anyway. At the last minute, Van Gaal's most trusted person turned out to be him.

Yang Yang could n’t tell whether Ronald Coleman said this sincerely, or if he used it intentionally to motivate him, but he knew very well that the guy who gave him water every time at Almere Skate Park I'm in trouble.

After experiencing successive setbacks, Van Gaal once collapsed. If he were to be ousted again this time, it would be difficult for Yang Yang to imagine how to manage himself with his arrogant personality. Even his coaching career might have fallen from then on.

More importantly, Van Gaal was the first person to trust him so much, and since Almere has always believed him that way.

Regardless of whether the final outcome of this game is to lose or win, Yang Yang has to prove to Van Gaal that he is not wrong.

"I understand, boss." Yang Yang nodded vigorously.

Although it was just a simple sentence, Ronald Coman read the determination from Yang Yang's eyes.

With only less than ten minutes left in the game, Ajax's head coach is no longer able to do it. Yang Yang is the last and only choice he can make. This is his commitment to Van Gaal.

Only, can he bring miracles?

Luther Carol brought Yang Yang to the sidelines, handling the handover procedures for replacing the field, and kept encouraging Yang Yang.

Yang Yang never said a word, staring at the stadium with his eyes, and did not make people see what he was thinking.

In the eighty-seventh minute, a chance for a dead ball, the referee signaled a substitution.

Ajax ran out of the game's last substitution and replaced No. 16 De Jong with No. 99.

When the broadcast on the stadium came out, all the fans in the audience were in an uproar.

Number ninety-nine, such a large number is extremely rare.

After fighting the entire game, De Rong quickly walked off the court, double-clicked with Yang Yang, hugged, encouraged him to cheer, and finally patted his back to let him hurry to play.

After Yang Yang stepped into the court, he stepped on the soft turf and quickly threw away all the thoughts in his mind. Finally, there was only one thought left. He wanted to win!

Not only for Van Gaal, but also for myself!

The breathless Muskwell came over to Yang Yang and gave a quick sprint. When passing by Ibrahimović, the Swedish center also came to hug him and gave him a soft whisper.

"Both **** are right feet, kill them!"

Yang Yang nodded vigorously, ran to the right, looked up at the scoreboard.

The time was so fast, it was eighty-eight minutes.