Ajax's repeated attacks failed to genuinely threaten Feyenoord's goal.
Feyenoord immediately intensified their offense on the counter.
The Ajax players were not surprised; their formation systematically and cohesively retreated.
This was not only to solidify their defense but also to slow down the tempo and recover their stamina.
After all, Feyenoord was no pushover; they weren't an opponent that could be easily defeated with one blow.
Sean also retreated to the midfield.
Not only to maintain the compactness of the overall formation, but Sean also deliberately appeared in the line of sight of Feyenoord's midfielder, Immers.
Immers slowed his forward run slightly, turned his head, and saw that his central defender, Mathijsen, had already pushed up, which allowed him to confidently continue his run.
Sean constantly adjusted his position according to his opponent's movements.
Feyenoord's attack was thwarted, and they passed the ball back to the midfield to reorganize their offense.
Sean immediately rushed up, chasing the ball.
While it might not have been highly efficient defensively, it would certainly cause trouble for Feyenoord.
That was enough!
Sean ran, constantly turning his head to observe the situation on the field.
When he saw his teammate successfully intercept the ball and secure possession, Sean immediately turned and sprinted towards the front field.
Taking in the sight of the Feyenoord players rapidly retreating, Sean slightly reduced his speed, ensuring he was in line with Feyenoord's central defenders Van Beek and Mathijsen to avoid being offside.
Van Beek was battling and retreating, subconsciously moving closer to Sean.
Ajax quickly advanced to the front field, but unfortunately, due to the rapid defensive return of Feyenoord's Immers and others, there wasn't much space in the middle, forcing them to shift the ball to the right wing.
Sean decisively charged into the penalty area.
Since it was impossible to penetrate the Feyenoord defense, the space behind them had little value.
It was better to press the Feyenoord defense towards their goal, first to facilitate tap-ins, and second to expand the space in front of Feyenoord's penalty area, allowing teammates more options.
The Feyenoord central defenders, as expected, followed Sean without hesitation.
Ajax also successfully completed the overlap, with right-back Van Rhijn about to catch up to the ball near the byline!
Feyenoord's Mathijsen and others also subconsciously moved closer to Sean.
Bojan, however, cut diagonally into the penalty area, charging straight towards the goal near the front post.
Sean had a flash of inspiration and immediately ran horizontally to the left:
As long as he drew away the defenders, even if Bojan was small, it would be enough to create a threat.
Sure enough, Van Beek followed Sean without hesitation.
However, Van Rhijn's pass didn't seem to be going to the front post!
Sean immediately turned and charged towards the goal again.
Van Beek was caught off guard; when he turned back to chase, Sean had already opened up a body length lead, and what was worse, the ball seemed to be heading straight for Sean!
'F*ck, can't I defend him in time this time?!'
Van Beek's heart raced; he slightly turned, his back towards him, and jumped: it's just holding him off, not a foul, right?
A dark shadow appeared in Sean's vision, and he subconsciously took a step back.
The shadow floated past his eyes, but Sean secretly thought: 'Oh no!'
He was almost facing away from the goal, but the ball was floating right past his eyes. What to do?
Sean had a flash of inspiration, used his core strength, and twisted his entire body backward, unleashing an overhead kick.
"Boom!"
His right foot solidly connected with the ball, and Sean's heart filled with joy.
"Thud ~"
He landed firmly on the ground.
"Roar ~"
As soon as he landed, before Sean could even feel the sensation of his body falling apart, his ears were filled with a roar!
'It definitely went in!'
Sean used his core strength again, sprang up with a 'carp jump', and when he turned his head, the ball was indeed bouncing in the net!
Sean opened his mouth, his heart seemed about to burst out, all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his head, and he uncontrollably turned and sprinted towards the corner flag.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ~~~~"
Shouting and mimicking a machine gun spray, Sean, after being grabbed by someone, still couldn't calm down, leaning on the corner flag with one hand and putting his other hand on his hip, looking towards the main stand.
Sure enough, the Ajax fans were jumping and shouting, creating a frantic roar, and seeing Sean look their way, they became even more excited, as if they were about to leap from the stands and pounce on Sean!
Bojan saw the ball fly over his head, and before he could feel regret, he saw Sean's overhead kick, his mind instantly went blank, and he somehow caught up to Sean.
It wasn't until he jumped onto Sean's back and waved his fists at the stands that Bojan reacted, subconsciously jumped down again, and then ~
He could only watch as his teammates arrived from behind, surrounding Sean in a frenzied celebration.
Bojan smiled wryly and shook his head: "F*ck, is this kid really that good?"
On the sidelines, Bergkamp was already excited, shaking Frank de Boer excitedly.
"He's like Van Basten, I said he would be the next Van Basten, I said it! Who disagrees!!!"
Frank de Boer could only stammer: "No ~ no one disagrees!" Was being shaken by someone really that uncomfortable?
In the commentary box, commentators from various TV stations all jumped up and roared wildly:
"Crazy crazy crazy Sean!"
"Perfect perfect perfect goal!"
Such shouts spread across the globe via radio waves.
The entire Cruyff Arena and even Amsterdam erupted in a frenzy.
This was the power of football, especially a stunning goal!
Of course, some people were disheartened.
Feyenoord fans were fine; they had merely fallen silent.
The players, especially those who had unwillingly become the backdrop, found it much harder to accept!
Among them, the unfortunate Van Beek was the most affected.
When the Ajax players had already finished celebrating under the referee's intervention and were about to return to their own half, Van Beek was still lying on the grass, unwilling to get up.
'Families, who understands? While I was still smugly thinking I wouldn't foul, I actually created an opportunity for that brat's overhead kick!'
'Too stupid, absolutely too stupid!!!'
Mulder had no choice but to gently pat Van Beek's back and ask: "Hey, brother, are you alright?"
If you have something, you better say it early. It would be too bad if your mentality was broken.
Becoming a backdrop was unavoidable, but if a central defender's mentality collapsed, that would be a huge problem.
Mulder couldn't help but worry.
"I'm fine." Van Beek finally sat up, looking at Sean's retreating figure with a bitter smile and shaking his head, "F*ck, this kid is too damn difficult to deal with; you can't have even a shred of complacency when defending him!"
Mulder felt a little relieved, spread his hands, and said, "Who would have thought?"
Van Beek remained silent, taking Mulder's hand and standing up.
Yes, who would have thought?
Before the match, although Sean had risen to fame, everyone only thought that a Chinese player had finally emerged as a star.
Just a star, on par with Japanese and Korean players; if he was lucky enough to become the next Park Ji-sung, that would already be very impressive. Who would have thought he could be this good?
An opportunity that seemed destined to be missed actually turned into an overhead kick!
Who the hell, that's too outrageous!
Mulder patted Van Beek's shoulder, "Calm down as soon as possible. No matter what, it's just one goal, we still have a chance!"
Van Beek nodded solemnly.
As the morale-boosted Ajax players seized the opportunity to press high and successfully regain possession, Van Beek resolutely charged towards Sean once again...
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