Fischer, completely unaware of Sean's thoughts, chuckled softly, "Mate, you need to seize this opportunity and set me up well. If I score, the coach might notice your performance. Maybe you'll play for Ajax II."
As he spoke, Fischer winked with a smile, patted Sean's arm, and turned to leave without waiting for Sean's reply. Many thoughts flashed through Sean's mind, but he immediately discarded them all. Since he had decided to stop being servile, there was no need to be hesitant. Being bold was the right choice!
"No matter how I play, I'll be in Ajax II very soon."
"Hmm?" Fischer turned to look at Sean, his face showing unconcealed surprise. Sean's tone wasn't loud just now, but his words were very firm. Fischer, of course, heard him clearly: this kid seemed a bit... confident today? Sean continued to calmly adjust his jersey. If one ignored his attitude, what Fischer said earlier wasn't actually wrong. The roster for Ajax II was constantly changing.
Players who performed exceptionally well in various youth teams, or first-team players who had just recovered from injuries or couldn't play for other reasons but needed to maintain their form, would all be placed in Ajax II for matches. This was also an important reason why Ajax II's results were often not ideal. Fischer was the main winger for the youth team and had already been promoted to Ajax II to play several matches, even making it into the first-team squad. He basically didn't have to worry about not getting into the Ajax II match roster.
It was just a matter of being a starter or a substitute.
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In fact, Fischer was in a bad mood precisely because he had been placed in the substitute lineup, which was why he insisted on seeking a sense of superiority in front of Sean. Sean was different. As a youth team player, Sean was striving to break into Ajax II; he was arguably more than one step behind Fischer. Moreover, Sean was being trained by the team as a target man, and his most important task on the field was to hold the ball and then set up his winger or midfield teammates. If it were the original Sean, assisting Fischer would indeed be a viable path.
Now, though ~
Sean felt he could do more!
As for the Chinese player he mentioned. That was Wang Chengfei, a genuine Chinese. He came from Shandong Luneng's youth academy and, last year, received an opportunity for a trial with Ajax through the recommendation of then-Luneng head coach Henk ten Cate, successfully signing a contract. Unfortunately, the contract was only for two years.
Even more unfortunately, although this kid had received praise from legends like Bergkamp, he could only remain in Ajax II and hadn't managed to secure a starting position. In short, he had some talent, but not enough. Fischer didn't know that so many thoughts had instantly flashed through Sean's mind; he only assumed that the morning's training had made Sean overly confident.Fischer had certainly noticed Sean's performance but hadn't paid it much mind. At this moment, he just found it amusing, so he turned back and patted Sean's shoulder:
"Sean, when you've played in a real professional match, you'll know that being in peak form is a rare occurrence, and it's impossible to maintain it long-term. It's best not to mistake this state for your true ability! Haha..."
Fischer didn't wait for Sean's reply, turned, and walked away laughing. After a few steps, he even shook his head, genuinely appearing amused. Sean pouted, completely unfazed, and continued his pre-match preparations diligently: Are you kidding? With the system as support, if I were still to have my confidence shattered by a few words from others, that would be truly pathetic!
...The match quickly began. Both sides played with an all-out attacking and defending style, constantly sprinting back and forth. Soon, both teams had each completed a shot, and the blue team launched another counter-attack. Central midfielder Nordhoff surged past the halfway line, received a pass in the front right position, and immediately played a diagonal pass into the left flank, just outside the first-team's penalty area.
The moment Nordhoff passed the ball, Sean suddenly accelerated and charged forward. The starting team's right-back, Danklui, although unable to prevent Sean from receiving the ball, was not in a hurry. As he turned, he reached out and pulled, attempting to slow Sean down, but unexpectedly, he only grabbed air!
'Just an interception, enough for me to... Fuck, why is this guy so fast!'
Danklui sped up his turn, almost stumbling in his haste, but was still several steps too late. He could only watch as Sean charged directly through his team's defense, heading towards where the ball would land. The starting team's goalkeeper, Onana, immediately rushed out. Owusu, another starting team center-back who was tracking back, also charged towards Sean:
'No need to rush, this guy will still need to adjust after trapping the ball, maybe even twice before he can shoot. Everything is still in time.'
"Hey, Sean!"
Fischer, while diagonally cutting in front of the goal from the right, was also shouting loudly, reminding Sean to pass the ball in time. Of course, he also reminded the starting team's other center-back to follow him. Inside and outside the starting team's penalty area, there was a momentary commotion. Sean was unaffected. He ran swiftly towards where the ball would land, arriving with the ball. His left foot calmly pushed the ball to his front right, and before the starting team's center-back could get into position, his right foot followed up with a direct push shot. The home team's goalkeeper, Onana, had already rushed out halfway. Caught off guard, he didn't have time to make any move, and the ball had already flown past him.
"Fa..."
Isn't this a wasted opportunity? Fischer instinctively cursed out loud, but then saw the ball fly directly into the bottom left corner of the starting team's goal! Slap! Fischer watched the net ripple, as if hit in the face by a door, and swallowed all his subsequent words:
Huh?
Although it was just a push shot, it was incredibly precise.
It perfectly cleared the goalkeeper and barely flew into the top corner, combined with a clean and decisive first touch and shot.
This was a shot Sean could make?
Fischer was stunned.
Sean, however, was not.
After completing the shot, Sean stumbled forward a few steps before coming to a complete stop, his gaze still following the ball.
Confirming the ball had entered the net, Sean felt a shiver run through his body: it was so exhilarating!
A thrill from head to toe!
Eating a Ginseng Fruit couldn't be much better than this, could it?
The feeling of freely controlling the ball during the earlier trap and shot was already exhilarating enough.
However,
Compared to the feeling of successfully scoring, it seemed like nothing!
Sean instantly fell completely in love with football:
I want to play football,
I want to score goals,
Constantly score goals!
If just improving ball control could be this exhilarating, how powerful would it be if the other few items were similarly integrated and supported?
Sean was very much looking forward to the near future... "Great goal!"
"Well done, Sean."
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The substitute team players rushed over, laughing wildly, hugging, ruffling hair, surrounding Sean with praise.
It wasn't that they had never scored against the starting team; they had even won many times.
However, it had to be admitted that there was still a clear gap in strength between the substitute team and the starting team. Most of the time, the matches were very difficult, and leading from the start like this was indeed rare.
No wonder everyone was so excited.
Among them, Wang Chengfei was the most excited.
After Wang Chengfei came from China to distant Amsterdam, not only was the environment unfamiliar, but he also didn't speak the language.
Although Sean's previous self was, strictly speaking, a fourth-generation Chinese descendant, he could at least speak some Chinese and communicate with Wang Chengfei, so their relationship naturally became a bit better than with others.
Now that Sean had performed excellently, Wang Chengfei felt honored, his face flushed as he vigorously patted Sean's back:
"That's the way, good job!"
On the outskirts of the crowd, Fischer had finally recovered from his daze. Seeing this, he curled his lips in disdain:
'It was just a push shot, is there really a need to be so excited?'