Although the players of both teams rushed together and inevitably shoved a few times, the fight ultimately did not break out.
The head referee, Bjorn, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and breathed a slight sigh of relief: "F*ck, I just wanted to create a small surprise for Ajax using Feyenoord's home ground, how did it almost turn into a stadium conflict?"
Bjorn called over the captains of both teams and issued a serious warning: "Confrontation is one thing, but malicious fouls are absolutely forbidden. Next time, no matter who it is, it will be a direct red card!"
Ajax captain Blind specifically sought out Sean to talk to him, fearing that Sean might lose his temper and retaliate directly, earning a red card for no reason, which would be disastrous.
Sean had already received treatment from the team doctor and, fortunately, it was nothing serious. He nodded to indicate he understood and glanced casually at the referee:
Next time a red card?
So the red card offense just now was brushed aside with a yellow card?
Isn't that still favoring Feyenoord?
I was in so much pain just now I rolled on the ground and almost cried out. Did I suffer for nothing? Was I shamed for nothing?!
Heh heh...
Sean sneered and personally took the free kick.
After a powerful run-up, he unleashed a fierce shot, but the ball flew over the crossbar. Sean was even angrier!
"Calm down calm down "
On the sidelines, Frank de Boer shouted loudly.
It was too outrageous; even the current Premier League only had more collisions, not this kind of barbarism.
But there was no other way. Since they encountered it, they could only find a way to deal with it.
Sean felt extremely calm, running hard to receive the ball, trying his best not to give the opponent a chance to cling to him. Even if an Ajax center-back did cling to him, he could hold on for a while, and as long as his teammates provided timely support, there wouldn't be a big problem.
It was just that, when it rains, it pours.
In the 41st minute, Ajax center-back Veltman finally couldn't control his emotions and simply brought down Feyenoord's center-forward Pellè.
After enduring so much frustration, retaliation was normal, and even getting a yellow card for it wasn't a big problem.
The problem was that Pellè fell inside the penalty area!
No need to think, it must be a penalty.
Veltman yelled at the top of his lungs and tore at his jersey, frantically arguing that his foul was outside the box.
Several Ajax players also rushed forward excitedly, surrounding the referee and explaining.
Of course, it was useless; the penalty could not be changed.
Ajax could only accept it in the end.
Feyenoord didn't waste the opportunity and calmly converted the penalty.
Ajax could only go into halftime trailing by one goal.
No one spoke in the locker room, only the sound of players breathing heavily echoed back and forth.
Frank de Boer silently scanned the room several times, then finally spoke calmly:
"I know today's Feyenoord is despicable, shameless, and infuriating.
But ~
I know one thing even more: you are not incapable of dealing with today's situation; you are just angered by the referee's unfair officiating standards."
Hmm?
Sean looked up at his head coach, finding it a bit interesting.
Frank de Boer slightly spread his arms, his tone becoming increasingly firm,
"Think about it, haven't you encountered this kind of foul in your daily lives?
Although certainly not as frequent as today, everyone has more or less encountered it, and there are many situations where the referee didn't blow the whistle, right?
At that time, everyone managed to cope. Since that's the case, even if Feyenoord initiated physical confrontations more often, I believe everyone can still cope.
Of course, the process will be somewhat difficult.
But, everyone must first try to remain calm. If we are all successfully provoked by the opponent, then don't even think about coping..."
Sean nodded thoughtfully. He was right; his goal was to explore human limits, and playing with someone clinging to him was a situation he had to face.
Being helplessly furious in such a situation wouldn't work. He needed to adapt as quickly as possible and perform well under these circumstances.
If he couldn't do that, he definitely wouldn't catch up to Maradona's level, let alone explore human limits.
As Sean thought about it, his mood gradually calmed down.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Feyenoord's coach Koeman was also reminding his players to stay calm,
"We are here to provoke the opponent, but we ourselves must not get carried away. Everyone must maintain this state.
If we ourselves get carried away, what's the point of provoking the opponent?
That high-footed tackle on Sean in the first half should be avoided as much as possible. The referee might not be able to withstand the pressure at some point..."
...In the second half, the situation on the field did not fundamentally change; players from both sides were still frequently falling over.
In the 63rd minute, Sean switched to the right wing to receive the ball.
It was just a simple feint and change of direction, but Sean, relying on his extraordinary footwork, was a step faster and successfully shook off Schaken, cutting towards the middle.
Facing Clasie's pull, Sean dribbled the ball while fending him off behind him.
However, Clasie found an opportunity to grab Sean's wrist, so there was nothing he could do but carry him forward.
Ahead, Immers also came to intercept. Sean, before Immers could get into position, poked the ball with the tip of his right foot, and the ball flew past Immers, sliding towards the edge of the penalty area.
"Boom ~"
The consequence of being distracted while exerting force was that he couldn't fully resist Clasie's pull, and Sean once again fell to the ground.
"Beep ~"
The referee blew his whistle again. Clasie fouled, and Ajax was awarded a free kick.
As expected, there was still no yellow card.
Sean wasn't angry this time.
As he stood up, pulling Bojan's hand, Sean was even in the mood to joke: "Hey, buddy, have you decided what you're drinking tonight back in Amsterdam?"
Bojan frowned, "At a time like this, you're still thinking about having fun?"
Sean waved his hand, "Just kidding, enjoy the game, don't be so serious."
Bojan really wanted to touch Sean's forehead to see if he had been tackled silly.
Enjoying the game was certainly good, but how could one enjoy this game?
Enjoying being behind or enjoying constantly being knocked down?
"Heh heh, let's go, let's go." Sean cheerfully entered the penalty area, ready to challenge for a header.
Bojan followed him with a frown!
It was still Blind who took the free kick.
As the ball soared into the air and dropped into the six-yard box, players from both teams bravely rushed towards the goal.
At this point, the Feyenoord players didn't dare to make any big moves. On the contrary, they also had to prevent Ajax players from turning into Lin Daiyu, potentially falling at the slightest touch.
Sigthórsson arrived at the landing spot, jumping vigorously while battling the defender.
Unfortunately, he was in a crowd and couldn't see the goal. Sigthórsson, with a resolute mind, headed the ball backwards with all his might, following the routine from training.
"Boom ~"
He actually managed to hit it, and the ball flew directly outside the penalty area.
Sean hadn't joined the scrum from the beginning but had positioned himself on the edge of the penalty area according to tactical drills.
At this moment, he only shifted two steps to reach the landing spot, calmly swung his leg sideways, and directly struck the descending ball with his right foot ~
"Bang!"
With a crisp sound, the ball immediately changed direction, transforming into a white streak, and drilled straight into the top right corner of the goal!
Feyenoord's goalkeeper Mulder had no reaction at all. He just instinctively turned his head and saw the ball bouncing around behind him.
1:1. Ajax successfully equalized the score...
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