Chapter 184 This is also a farewell match

"Huge! Feyenoord!! Must win! Feyenoord!!"

GOAL! Alkmaar! Double crown! Alkmaar!"

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

In the corridor of the court, the referee on duty, Kulpez, stood in front of the two teams with the ball in his hand, waiting for the time to play. Players on both sides also demonstrated to their opponents through their eyes and movements, putting psychological pressure on them.

"What are you looking at! If you have the ability, you can use it on the court.

Van Bommel is known as the No. 1 gunpowder barrel of Alkmaar. He is grumpy, rude, full of swearing, often gets red and yellow cards on the court, and is never afraid of fighting with his opponents. He was angry with Feyenoord's players and roared directly.

"Use it, whoever is afraid of it."

Feyenoord's captain Van Gastel was unwilling to show weakness and roared tit-for-tat.

"You are so shameless. Who are you afraid of, but we will give you five eggs?"

Van Bommel stretched out a hand to Feyenoord's players and shook it, intending to score their five goals.

"You still have the nerve to say that others are shameless. Think about how you won last time." Van Gastel said angrily.

"Don't quarrel! If you want to go home early to watch TV, just continue.

The referee Kurpes looked back at the players and shouted in a low voice.

The players in the corridor immediately shut up. They don't want to leave a deep bad impression on the referee before the game. At that time, the referee will not like you, and yellow cards and red cards and fouls will definitely be indispensable.

Alkmaar and Feyenoord's players played at the same time. The noise at the scene suddenly doubled. Players from both sides lined up to enter. Stand together to take photos of the reporters, and then the players on both sides shake hands with the referee and the opposing players, separate, the captain exchanges the team flag, and guess the coin to pick the edge.

Feyenoord's captain Van Gastel lost to Artidore in guessing the coin. Altidore got the right to pick the side, while Van Gastel got the right to kick off.

Seeing this result, Jiang Mu nodded with satisfaction below: "Let the opponent control the ball first. I still hope that the players will adapt to the game in defense, rather than attacking with the ball."

"I still hope to get the right to the ball, and the active party is more advantageous." Linna Zhou felt a little sorry. Although the ball will return to Alkmaar sooner or later, as a player deeply influenced by Dutch football, he still prefers active ball control.

"You are very confident. I was scared by these children last time." Jiang Mu was still lingering when he remembered that he won the championship last time.

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

"Ha ha, I hope so."

Jiang Mu turned his eyes to the stands. There was a red and white sea on the stands, like flames like waves, and warm applause surged like waves. Among more than 50,000 fans, Jiang Mu found the stand of Chinese fans. The large banner was written in huge Chinese characters: Jiang Mu - the eternal champion! We love you! Some wrote: Jiang Mu, you are our pride! You are the pride of Chinese football! Some write: No matter whether you win or lose, we love you!

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

Artidore and three referees, Van Gastel, came back after shaking hands. He made a gesture, and his teammates immediately gathered around.

"This is the most glorious moment in my career and my last moment in Alkmaar. This is my farewell game. Coach Jiang gave me a chance to start. I hope I can leave without any regret." Artidore stretched out his hand and put it in the middle of the circle.

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

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

"I'll see you off with the double crown." Drogba readily covered his big hand on the palms of the people below.

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After everyone held their hands together, Artidore looked at these teammates. They were like comrades-in-arms who depended on each other in the trench. They had experienced countless baptisms of war. Now they have gone to the last battlefield and are ready to meet the last common enemy.

"It's my happiest time to be with you, and victory is just around the corner! Charge to the champion."

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

"Fight to the champion!"

The hands of 11 players waved down at the same time, making the same shout.

On the side of Feyenoord, it is also in a circle. Everyone gathered together for the final battle mobilization.

"This is the home of our sworn enemy Ajax, guys." Van Gastel's eyes swept over each teammate's face, "We must not fail here. The 20,000 fans in the stands, the stadium under our feet is all our motivation. We are Feyenoord! It is the glorious and great Feyenoord who will never allow you to lose to the little Alkmaar!"

Van Gastel waved his hand hard.

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

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

When the players on both sides stand in their respective positions. Waiting for the kick-off. The Amsterdam Stadium, which had been noisy for more than an hour, also fell into a brief silence. The sound disappeared in an instant, and everyone was holding their breath and waiting for the game to start.

The referee Kurpez stood in the middle circle and looked at the surface of his wrist. He looked at the fourth official on the sidelines, and after getting permission to kick off, he blew a crisp whistle.

After Russian striker Nikov passed the ball to Argentine center Cruz, he ran forward quickly.

At the same time, Drogba, who was waiting outside the middle circle, rushed to Cruz, who was holding the ball like a tiger going down the mountain.

Soldiers fight against generals, and the center grabs the center.

Of course, Cruz would not give Drogba a chance to break the ball on the spot. He turned around and passed the ball to the captain Van Gastel behind him before Drogba rushed. He dodged Drogba and rushed forward.

Offense is Feyenoord's first choice. Drogba ignored Cruz who rushed over. Since someone was watching him, he continued to rush to Van Gastel, who was holding the ball. When he had no possession of the ball, he was a front-court defender, which was Jiang Mu's original words. Van Gastel passed the football back again. It was handed over to central defender Dihahn.

Drogba continued to rush forward, went straight into the opponent's penalty area, and continued to pounce on Dihan. At this time, the two wingers, Tomasson and Kuyt, also rushed to the front court from both sides almost at the same time.

Dihahn can't pass back. If he continues to pass back to goalkeeper Dudek, then Dudek can only open his big foot. When there are few players in his front court and the opponent has more defensive players, opening a big foot is equivalent to giving the ball to the opponent. In the concept of Dutch football, it is necessary to control the ball.

Of course, passing the ball is faster than running. Dihahn has enough time to observe the situation around him. He saw that the opponent's winger pressed to the position of the full-back. His only point of the ball was Van Wendron, so he passed the football to his partner Van Wendron on the side, although Van Wendron was three meters away from him. But Van Wenderun can use this three-meter distance to pass to the midfield and avoid the mad dog-like Drogba.

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

There is a possibility that the ball will be broken. Van Wendelen quickly passed the ball to the side and went to Piffer instead of handing it over to the captain Van Gastel.

Artidore immediately ran to the side road, regardless of the consumption of physical energy, and used himself as an engineering soldier.

The passing range on the side is narrower. Piffer is either forward or in the middle, and the return route behind has been strangled by Kuit.

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

Piffer stopped the ball under his feet for a while and decided to carry the ball forward.

At this time, it is not the best choice to carry the ball forward, because Alkmaar's whole defense line has not moved. Even if he can pass the ball, it will not be a big threat. But because of the opponent's pressure, Feyenoord's pass became more and more passive, and the player who finally received the ball could not make the best choice.

Artidore quickly chased back, Gattuso and Van Bomel leaned closer to the side road, and full-back Suleiman also took the position to the premise.

Piffer was worried about not passing the ball. Suddenly, he saw Suleiman's premise. Van Watson was free, and he passed the ball without thinking.

"Idiot!" Ben Hark on the sidelines waved his fist. He saw the situation on the sidelines. From his position, it can be clearly seen that Alkmaar's overall formation was pressed forward with a return pass from Feyenoord. Suleiman mentioned it forward, and the whole defense line was moving forward. Van Watson, who had just run up, has It is in an offside position.

The banner of the borderline was raised.

Van Watson is offside!

After 30 seconds of passing by Feyenoord, the ball returned to the feet of the Alkmaar.

The goalkeeper Silva did not penetrate the tedious pass like Feyenoord. He directly opened the ball to the front court with his big foot, and then stared at the battle in the front court.

He looked like a blind big foot, but flew to the position of center Drogba.

Drogba did not compete for the drop point of the ball in the grab between Van Wendren and Dihan, but Feyenoord did not control the ball. Dihan just pushed the ball back.

In the top of the three, Dihan did not control the direction, and the ball just hit Artidore.

Today's Altidiore is particularly active, with him in attack and defense.

Seeing the ball flying in front of him, Artidore did not stop the ball immediately. He cunningly waited for Van Gastel to rush towards him, and then straightened the ball forward with his chest and just dodged Van Gastel who rushed over.

Altideore took two steps forward, and suddenly a plucked the ball changed direction, dodging the central defender and the back to block the goal. Nearly 30 meters away from the goal, he suddenly pulled out his foot and shot.

Before commentator Evans finished reading the list of both sides, Alkmaar's first shot has appeared.

Cold shot.

Dudek was not well prepared at all, but he was really in good condition this season. Almost when he saw the ball shooting, Dudek reacted at the same time and jumped, and the ball was pushed out with his fingertips against the goalpost!