Chapter 1 The Beginning

It could be said that Adriaanse's tactics for this match were well-formulated. He used the numerical advantage and aggressive tackling of his midfielders and defenders to create problems for PSV Eindhoven's attack. However, he did not fully consider the difference in player strength. PSV Eindhoven employed a highly aggressive 4-4-2 formation, and their attack achieved a significant victory just seven minutes into the game. It was Leeflang's defensive error on the left that allowed Park Ji-sung to calmly pass the ball into the penalty area from the right. Faced with this high ball, Luirink and Kezman jumped simultaneously, but the inexperienced Luirink was pushed behind by the experienced Kezman before the jump. Kezman, having seized the advantageous position, performed a powerful diving header in the air! Westerop, the goalkeeper of Volendam, had no way to deal with this close-range header. He watched the ball go into the net!

Goal!

Only seven minutes into the game! PSV Eindhoven gave Volendam a blow to the head!

The 30,000 fans at the Philips Stadion cheered in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth. Kezman, after scoring, spread his arms and ran towards the corner flag, embracing his teammates.

Hiddink was not as excited as the players. He simply stood up and clapped a few times before sitting back down, as if scoring was the most natural thing in the world. On the other side, Adriaanse bit his lip tightly, watching the field with a blank expression.

Leeflang and the others were still young after all. The PSV Eindhoven fans had created enormous psychological pressure on them. This goal was Leeflang's own mistake. He actually slipped while defending Park Ji-sung! And Luirink was also inexperienced, forgetting to secure his position in advance!

The early goal ruined all of Adriaanse's plans, but he still did not make any adjustments in response to the situation, instead sitting quietly in his seat.

Li Yan looked at his excited friend Wang Hua and smiled wryly in his heart. No wonder they were in last place; the defenders' active mistakes were simply fatal. That number 14's slip was baffling. Although he didn't want to admit it, Park Ji-sung's pass was indeed of a high standard, and all Kezman had to do was gently nod his head, and the ball would go in. The Koreans had a comprehensive advantage. Their fourth-place finish at the World Cup greatly boosted the confidence of Korean players.

The Volendam fans were stunned, but the team wasn't. After all, it was a team with many young players. An early goal was both a bad thing and a good thing. At the very least, it let them know that there was still time to catch up. As long as they hadn't lost their sharpness and fighting spirit, it was entirely possible to tie the score in the remaining eighty-three minutes... Of course, they also had to consider the gap between the teams first...

PSV Eindhoven seemed to be a little careless. They were too casual in both attack and defense, and their mistakes increased accordingly, giving Volendam several opportunities. If Ochou's ability to seize opportunities in front of the goal hadn't been so poor, it wouldn't have been impossible for the away team to take the lead now. However, Hiddink had already seen the dangerous signs. When Volendam's defensive midfielder, number 5 Kozeal, also rushed up and took a long shot, Hiddink couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up, walked to the sidelines, and shouted at the players on the field: "Maintain your formation! All of you, get your spirits up!"

After being shouted at by Hiddink, PSV Eindhoven finally returned to normal amidst the boos of the fans. They kept the ball firmly under their control and launched a tidal wave of attacks, once again posing a great threat to Volendam's goal. Fortunately, the defenders didn't make any more inexplicable mistakes, and Volendam didn't concede another goal.

For a time, although the game looked one-sided, with PSV Eindhoven having the upper hand, Volendam didn't concede another goal. This delicate balance lasted until the end of the first half.

Despite being in the lead, the PSV Eindhoven fans were already somewhat dissatisfied, because thirty-five minutes had passed, and the score was still 1-0. Against the bottom team, they had only scored one goal in the entire first half and had given the opponent several counter-attacking opportunities. If their forwards hadn't been so bad, Volendam would probably be in the lead now.

Hiddink also realized this problem. He gave a scolding in the locker room during the break, including Kezman, who had scored the goal, because in the first half, the careless Kezman had also generously wasted several goal-scoring opportunities.

"Don't think that you can relax just because you're in the lead. The opponent is also a super team. What's there to be happy about with only a one-goal lead? If the opponent had a better forward, they would probably be in the lead! Football is round. No one can relax until the end of the game! I demand that you take the initiative in the second half and extend the lead! Don't give them any chance!"

The atmosphere in the two teams' locker rooms seemed to be reversed during the half-time break. While Hiddink was roaring nervously, Adriaanse was praising his players with a smile on his face: "Not bad, you guys are doing well! Use our counter-attacks to put pressure on them. The strength on the field has nothing to do with the ranking on the table. It depends on your feet!"

During the half-time break, the substitutes all stayed on the field to warm up. Who knew when the coach would want them to play? If they didn't prepare themselves and then missed the opportunity when it came, it would be the most regrettable thing.

Zhang Jun flicked the ball and passed it to Yang Pan: "This game won't be another loss, will it? The opponent is..."

But Yang Pan interrupted him: "Zhang Jun, have you noticed? PSV Eindhoven seems strong, but in fact, they have many loopholes, especially in defense. Maybe they're bullying us because we're too weak, but sometimes even their center-backs are pressing past the midfield line, and their two full-backs often don't return after assisting in the attack, waiting in front for the next offensive opportunity."

Zhang Jun was a little surprised: "You're watching that closely?"

Yang Pan smiled: "Anyway, it's boring on the sidelines, so I take the time to study the opponent. We'll have to face them again in the future."

Zhang Jun shook his head: "You're indeed more careful than me. I'm so worried about our goal that I can't even take care of myself!"

"I was thinking that we actually have quite a few opportunities, mainly because that kid Ochou's ability to waste opportunities is too strong... Otherwise, we might be in the lead!" Yang Pan said with a face full of regret.

"Yeah! If we had a forward with speed, technique, and the ability to seize opportunities..." Zhang Jun said, and he and Yang Pan exchanged glances, but then Yang Pan pursed his lips: "Don't be silly! We're newbies. The coach is only bringing us along to let us experience the atmosphere of professional football. Do you think he'll let two people with no professional football experience face an opponent like PSV Eindhoven as soon as they come up? Let's set our sights further ahead. It's already not easy for us to be promoted from the youth team to the first team in just over a month! Let's think about the future!"

After Yang Pan finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the bench.

Zhang Jun turned his head to look at the green field and also turned back to the bench. Yang Pan was right. How could the coach send two people with no professional experience onto the field in such an important game? He should set his sights further ahead.

After the second half started, neither side made any personnel adjustments, and the formation remained unchanged. Hiddink believed that with the current players, if they were serious, they would be able to handle Volendam. Adriaanse, on the other hand, really had no choice. Although he still had his main attacking midfielder, Bajes, on the bench, Adriaanse didn't think that bringing on an attacking midfielder could change the situation on the field. Bajes wasn't Cruyff, and he wasn't Michels.

The words he said in the locker room were mostly encouragement. In fact, he knew very well in his heart that it would be difficult to even force a draw against the opponent now. As long as the opponent stopped underestimating them and kept the ball under their control, then Volendam's loss was almost certain.

PSV Eindhoven's performance in the second half indeed confirmed Adriaanse's worries. They always controlled the rhythm of the game and didn't give Volendam the slightest chance.

Van Bommel's experience made the young Kozeal very embarrassed, but he persevered with his stamina. The other teammates probably felt the same as him, very embarrassed, but they still had to persevere. PSV Eindhoven was gradually showing their strength. They easily controlled the situation on the field, making Volendam run around tirelessly.

Kozeal passed the ball directly, but Ochou was offside. This attack was once again unsuccessful.

Yang Pan said in a low voice to Bajes next to him: "Have you noticed that the opponent likes to use the offside trap to deal with Ochou?"

Bajes nodded: "Their defense is pressing relatively high, so it's very suitable for creating offsides."

"Actually, there's a way to break this offside trap..."

"What way?"

"You need a fast shadow striker, who inserts from behind, running from the front of the opponent to the back, so there won't be an offside."

"Fast..." Bajes glanced at Yang Pan. Yang Pan suddenly realized something, and he coughed awkwardly: "Cough! Just talking casually, I said something I shouldn't have again... These should be the issues that the coach is paying attention to. Why am I interrupting?"

Then, he turned his head to look at Zhang Jun, so as not to feel uncomfortable from Bajes' gaze. But Zhang Jun was also looking at him with a strange expression: "Set your sights further ahead, further ahead..." He pointed to the sky.

Time passed by minute by minute. Ten minutes had passed in the second half, and PSV Eindhoven still hadn't scored another goal, which made the fans even more dissatisfied. They started booing again. The PSV Eindhoven players, receiving such treatment, naturally felt injustice in their hearts, so they vented their anger on Volendam, with waves of attacks rising one after another.

The Volendam fans all saw the dangerous signal, as if every shot from PSV Eindhoven could penetrate their team's goal.

But Adriaanse saw a glimmer of hope in the middle of it, just a glimmer. PSV Eindhoven was now eager to score, to prove themselves in front of the fans. Now their minds were restless, and their actions were often not well thought out, so it was easy for them to make some mistakes. If they could seize this opportunity, it wasn't hopeless for them to tie the score.

But now on the field, Hwervel, who was good at attacking, could only move on the left wing, and Kozeal's position was being pressed too far away from PSV Eindhoven's penalty area by the opponent's captain, van Bommel... He turned his head to look at Bajes on the bench. It seemed that he had to send him on.

He called Bajes to his side, picked up the tactical board and explained to him: "After you go up, play as a forward. Try to break through with the ball yourself. We can't give you too much support from behind. It's entirely up to you. Remember, don't run around randomly. Watch for every mistake the opponent makes, and then take advantage of it!"

Zhang Jun watched enviously as Bajes took off his jacket, took the participation card and walked to the fourth official, then registered it. The fourth official pulled him to the sidelines, waiting for a dead ball.

The number 10 on his back was particularly eye-catching. "When can I stand on the sidelines like this?" Zhang Jun thought in his heart.

Faria knocked Lee Young-pyo's pass out of bounds, and Bajes finally waited for the opportunity to enter the field. The fourth official raised the electronic display board: number 9 down, number 10 up.

Ochou walked down a little staggeringly, hugged Bajes, and then walked back to the bench. Bajes ran a few steps quickly and entered his position.

The two people's different performances, one up and one down, Zhang Jun could guess Ochou's mood. He had wasted another fifty-six minutes, achieving nothing. He seemed to know that his starting position was getting further and further away from him. He sat down on the bench without saying a word.

After Bajes came on the field, there didn't seem to be much improvement. PSV Eindhoven's mistakes did show signs of increasing, but Bajes couldn't always appear in the position where he should be when the opponent made a mistake. The opponent made a mistake, but Volendam couldn't take advantage of it at all to create a threat to PSV Eindhoven.

Adriaanse had to admit that although Bajes had a strong scoring ability, an attacking midfielder and a forward were still different after all. An attacking midfielder's scoring could be very concealed under the cover of the forwards and midfielders, while a forward had to face the opponent's defenders head-on, which Bajes couldn't do yet.

PSV Eindhoven was indeed strong, and they also had the support of 30,000 fans. These fans themselves were the twelfth PSV Eindhoven player on the field. Their high decibels were cheering for the home team, while also putting psychological pressure on Volendam's young players. Every time Volendam's players got the ball, they would boo loudly.

If this went on, they would concede another goal!

Adriaanse looked at the time. There were still twenty-five minutes left in the game. He had to do something more. His eyes swept over the player list one by one. He had sworn to that fat man that he would be fired if he lost a single game in three matches, and he would take Zhang Jun and Yang Pan with him... His eyes stopped at a certain place, and his heart was still making the final struggle... On or off? On or off? On or off? On or off... Finally, he raised his head and looked at the bench: "Zhang Jun, Yang Pan, you go warm up, and come back in five minutes."

When Mr. Wang translated the words to the two of them, he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, let alone the two young men with disbelief on their faces. But the two quickly got up and went to warm up. Now wasn't the time to doubt whether they were dreaming. The situation on the field was already very critical, and all their teammates were panting heavily.

The two kept running back and forth, using this to calm the excitement in their hearts.

"Huff! Yang Pan, didn't you... say... the coach wouldn't... wouldn't let us play?" Zhang Jun asked his good friend while running.

"Who, who knows? Anyway, if he... wants us to play, we'll just play... play well!"

"Huh? Aren't you... nervous?"

Yang Pan stopped, and Zhang Jun also stopped. Yang Pan smiled at him: "Nervous? I'm only excited now!"

Adriaanse called the two and the translator to his side and said to them: "You two go up. The team will switch to 4-4-2. You'll be the two forwards. Bajes will withdraw to play as an attacking midfielder. Tell Kozeal and the others to try to pass long balls. You just wait for the opportunity to act in front. Just fully display your level on the training ground. Don't demand too much of yourselves. Don't put too much pressure on yourselves."

Adriaanse sighed. He thought that he, a famous coach, had actually fallen to the point where he had no confidence in himself. These words really sounded like his last words. He waved his hand and let the two go onto the field.

Zhang Jun and Yang Pan wouldn't know Adriaanse's thoughts. They only thought that the coach was afraid that they would be too nervous and was reducing their pressure. So they tucked their orange jerseys into their white shorts and then followed the fourth official to the sidelines.

Qiu Suhui looked at the fax from Spain in his hand and only felt that his heart was getting more and more blocked. The apartment seemed to be pressing down on him. He frowned and threw the paper out forcefully, but then he immediately jumped up, picked up the paper, carefully folded it, and put it in his close-fitting pocket. But the disgusting feeling in his heart still didn't disappear. He decided to go outside, drink, and relieve his worries.

Today was league day, and he went to several bars, but they were all crowded. He couldn't even squeeze in. Helpless, he had to go to another one and try his luck.

Finally, he found a bar where he could still find a place to stand. He struggled to squeeze in.

Kozeal kicked the ball out of bounds, and the fourth official raised the substitution sign: number 24 down, number 21 up; number 6 down, number 25 up.

Li Yan noticed that Wang Hua's expression was a little strange after hearing the voice of the announcer. "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Chinese?" his friend said out of nowhere.

"What Chinese?"

"Substitutions! The away team is making substitutions! Two Chinese players are being substituted on!" Wang Hua became excited and was about to grab the binoculars in front of Li Yan's chest, but Li Yan reacted faster. He sidestepped and blocked his friend's hand behind him, while raising the binoculars to look at the substitution area.

In the binoculars, there were indeed two figures with black hair and yellow skin! And the two people's backs were printed with: "21, zhang" and "25, yang"!

"Boss! A beer!" Qiu Suhui shouted loudly in pure Dutch. In this noisy environment, the bartender definitely wouldn't hear a customer's request unless they shouted loudly.

After ordering the beer, Qiu Suhui moved his gaze along the direction that everyone was looking in, and then in the next second, his gaze didn't move away again.

This was a nationally televised Dutch Super League match. One side wearing orange jerseys was making substitutions on TV. Two players waiting to enter the field were showing the soles of their shoes to the fourth official to check whether the length of the cleats met the requirements. This was a very ordinary scene, but the camera panned up a little, and the names on the two people's numbers were revealed. Qiu Suhui opened his mouth wide and froze on the spot.

He saw the surnames of two Chinese people: "zhang", "yang"!

Looking at the two people again, they were indeed Chinese people from behind, with black hair and yellow skin. When they hugged their teammates who were leaving the field and entered the field, the camera showed their faces, which were two pure Chinese faces!

Qiu Suhui suspected that he was seeing ghosts. He had stayed in the Netherlands for quite some time and had never heard of any team introducing Chinese professional players!

The bartender looked at this oriental man who was standing there dumbfounded with his mouth open very depressed: "Sir, your beer..."

Kozeal saw Yang Pan make a gesture of waving his arm forward to him. He understood and smiled at Yang Pan, then made an "ok" gesture.

Hiddink was a little confused. These two Chinese people looked very young. He had never seen them before. He had never heard the names the announcer said. He had stayed in Korea for four years and knew something about Chinese players, but these two people seemed to have appeared out of thin air. He couldn't be blamed for this. When Zhang Jun and Yang Pan were interning at PSV Eindhoven, he was busy with the first team's training and integration. He had never gone to the youth team to see them, nor had he paid attention to the two university student players who were sponsored by Philips. These days, these commercial activities were as numerous as hairs on an ox. If he had to pay attention to all of them, he, the coach, would have to work himself to death.

Hiddink turned his head to look at Adriaanse, who was standing on the sidelines. He had a solemn expression and didn't have the smile of a surprise soldier coming out. Hiddink became even more confused.

The game continued. Because two forwards were substituted on, Adriaanse substituted off the defensive midfielder Bridji and the right back Leeflang, who had started the game. Captain Holwijn switched to the right back position, replacing Leeflang, who was substituted off. The formation also changed from the 5-4-1 at the beginning to a more aggressive 4-4-2. It seemed that Adriaanse had decided to risk everything and go all out.

The audience could see that Volendam, who had been sticking to the ground passing game, suddenly started playing long balls. After the defenders got the ball, most of them chose to directly pass long balls to find the space behind the defense. This style of play had always been despised by many people, who believed that it stifled the artistry and aesthetics of football, but it was a life-saving weapon for weak teams. For teams that couldn't even protect their own lives, artistry and aesthetics were as unrealistic as a single man who couldn't even afford to eat thinking about marrying a wife.

There were fifteen minutes left in the game.

Apart from the two Koreans, they felt a little strange about two oriental people with yellow skin and black hair like them coming up. PSV Eindhoven was not affected by this change in play style. As a strong team that had won the UEFA Cup last season, they had to have the ability to cope with various tactics. However, Volendam's approach of taking the ball in the backfield and immediately kicking it forward without too much entanglement had not caused any difficulties for PSV Eindhoven's defense, but had instead caused some minor troubles for PSV Eindhoven's attack - it was almost impossible for them to directly attack after winning the ball in the frontcourt.

Kozeal made a long pass, and Zhang Jun ran to receive the ball. He was one step ahead of the opponent in judging the landing point, but when he used his chest to stop the ball, he suddenly stopped the ball five meters away, looking like an amateur. A burst of disdainful boos immediately erupted from the stands. This naturally gave the ball away to the opponent.

Yang Pan was also a little nervous, but he quickly adjusted.

However, Zhang Jun seemed to be too excited. Bajes passed the ball to him. Originally, there was no problem with the two's coordination in training, but both times he passed the ball to him, he was offside, always running half a step too early.

"Beep!" Zhang Jun looked at the linesman. He was holding up his small flag, indicating that he was offside again.

Bajes shrugged and looked helplessly at Zhang Jun, who was walking back.

The boos from the stands became louder. Hiddink didn't understand why the opponent had sent on a forward who was as stupid as an idiot. Was the game too tense, so they were trying to liven up the atmosphere?

The game was in a stalemate and another five minutes passed. There were only ten minutes left. Adriaanse found that his palms were full of sweat. Five minutes had passed, and his tactics still hadn't worked. Had he made the right bet in this gamble?

Yang Pan looked at the flag raised by the linesman and walked towards Bajes: "Do you still remember what I said just now?" His language wasn't very fluent, and Yang Pan used both his hands and feet to explain to Bajes. To outsiders, it looked like the two were arguing fiercely.

Bajes nodded.

"I don't think we don't have a chance. Now the opponent seems to be eager to score, and the defenders are pressing a little too high. This should be our opportunity. I'll let Zhang Jun continue to stay in the front. He's a little too excited, but he's doing a good job of attracting the opponent's attention. Then I'll retreat a little bit, behind Zhang Jun. You can't be the passer. That would expose our intentions too much. Let Kozeal pass it. I think his long passes are very good."

Bajes listened and nodded: "Okay, Kozeal's, I'll tell him. You go tell Zhang Jun what to do."

Then, the two took the time to tell their teammates what to do next.

Park Ji-sung was dribbling the ball, but it was intercepted by Bartele in advance. In front of the 28-year-old Bartele, Park Ji-sung was still a bit inexperienced. Bartele, who had intercepted the ball, passed it to Bajes. Yang Pan also quietly retreated a little bit. Only Zhang Jun was still staying in front, attracting PSV Eindhoven's attention.

As soon as Vogel, the opponent's defensive midfielder, saw Bajes get the ball, he immediately pressed forward. Bajes didn't entangle with him too much. Instead, he swung his leg and passed the ball back to Kozeal.

This was a very ordinary pass back, but in some people's eyes, it was a chance for life.

Yang Pan turned his head and saw Bajes pass the ball to Kozeal. Bajes made a very concealed gesture to Kozeal: "Do it!"

Kozeal understood. Seeing that the opponent's captain, van Bommel, didn't press forward immediately, he swung his leg and made an accurate long pass towards Zhang Jun!

When PSV Eindhoven saw Kozeal swing his leg, they knew that he was going to find that Chinese man in the front again. Van Bommel raised his hand, and PSV Eindhoven's defensive line moved forward a little bit, just enough to leave Zhang Jun in an offside position.

But this time, the linesman didn't raise his flag, and the referee didn't blow his whistle. Van Bommel turned his head back strangely and saw a figure as fast as the wind, inserting from in front of the defender!

Breaking the offside trap! Almost immediately, van Bommel understood. He shouted loudly: "Lee! Stop him!"

Lee Young-pyo saw an orange figure rushing out from the opponent's formation and immediately turned around and ran back. Since the offside trap had failed, PSV Eindhoven's overall defense had to follow Lee Young-pyo and retreat.

Lee Young-pyo was closer to the ball than Yang Pan, but he felt that the orange figure was getting closer and closer to him.

Of course, Adriaanse knew who had such speed. The 100-meter speed measured in training was already comparable to Roberto Carlos.

Yang Pan, like a high-speed train, ran from behind to a position parallel to Lee Young-pyo, then squeezed the opponent away forcefully and overtook him! Lee Young-pyo wanted to use his body to block him in front, forcing him to slow down, but he didn't expect that the opponent's body was very strong. He relied on his speed and body to squeeze him away. In shock, he finally saw the opponent's number clearly: "25, yang".

The entire PSV Eindhoven fans were in an uproar, such domineering speed!

When Zhang Jun saw Yang Pan pass that Korean, he knew what he should do. He ran from outside the penalty area into the penalty area. The opponent's defender Hofland followed him, like a shadow. PSV Eindhoven was indeed a strong team. They didn't ignore him because of Zhang Jun's several offsides and always maintained vigilance against Zhang Jun.

While running, Yang Pan poked the ball towards the wing, while his body suddenly inserted towards the right, completely blocking Lee Young-pyo behind him, and then went to chase the ball. Now there was twenty meters of open space in front of him. He could cross from the baseline, or he could slant into the penalty area to shoot. PSV Eindhoven was in danger!

But Lee Young-pyo obviously didn't want to admit defeat. The Korean's unique fighting spirit made him desperately chase Yang Pan and constantly pull Yang Pan's jersey with his hands.

Yang Pan began to slow down, while spreading his arms, firmly blocking Lee Young-pyo behind him, preventing him from acting recklessly. He looked up at the penalty area.

Zhang Jun saw Yang Pan raise his head while running. He suddenly accelerated and darted forward. The defender who was defending him was caught off guard, allowing him to escape from his control.

Li Yan on the stands held his breath and watched the field nervously.

Qiu Suhui in the bar was holding the beer that he had only taken a sip of, looking up at the TV, not blinking his eyes, like a statue.

Lee Young-pyo knew that he couldn't delay any longer. He decisively went down to tackle, but Yang Pan was one step faster than him. He rubbed his right foot, and the football passed towards the front of the goal at a forty-five degree angle to the goal, an arc!

Zhang Jun accelerated again, then jumped forward. Hofland also jumped up, and used his huge body to press down on Zhang Jun in the air!

He wanted to use this to make Zhang Jun lose his balance and not be able to compete for the ball, or not be able to head it in even if he did compete for it. But this ball was the final embodiment of Zhang Jun and Yang Pan's ten years of tacit understanding, and no one could easily stop it. When Zhang Jun jumped to the highest point, the football happened to appear in front of his forehead. He tilted his head slightly, then used the force from his abdomen, and his neck followed with force, a powerful diving header!

The goalkeeper could only watch this fast header drill into the goal from the upper left corner of the goal!

Goal!!

Goal!!!

Li Yan completely disregarded that he was in the PSV Eindhoven fans' camp and raised his hands and shouted loudly.

Qiu Suhui drank the beer in his glass in one gulp and slammed the heavy beer glass on the bar: "Boss! Another dozen beers!"

Zhang Jun was pushed down from the air by the opponent. He staggered a bit when he landed. He turned his head to look at the goal. The football had just fallen from the net and was still bouncing in the goal. Did it really go in? Did he really score a goal? Until this moment, he couldn't believe that he had scored a goal, scored a goal in a professional league, scored a goal in the European Dutch Super League...

Yang Pan rushed up and pushed Zhang Jun to the ground, leaning over and shouting at him loudly: "Damn! You scored a goal!"

Looking at Yang Pan's face, which was a little distorted with excitement, Zhang Jun finally believed that he had scored a goal, and it was a goal that tied the score!

Kozeal and Bajes were the first two people on the team to react. They rushed up and pushed Yang Pan down as well, then pressed on him, followed by Bartele, Luirink, Captain Holwijn, and even goalkeeper Westerop ran up from behind. The teammates pressed the goal scorer and the passer heavily under their bodies.

The bench was even more jubilant. Adriaanse ran to the field happily, pulling the players up one by one, and finally pulled up Yang Pan and Zhang Jun, then hugged them tightly in his arms.

"Well done! Well done! I knew you could do it! You could definitely do it!" He shouted loudly in Dutch, completely without the demeanor of an old coach.

Hiddink was really depressed. In his impression, there were definitely no two such outstanding Chinese players. The speed and crossing of that number 25, and the number 21's awareness of grabbing points and his heading technique and jumping ability were all excellent. Although the team's offside trap had been broken by the opponent just now, with number 25's speed, PSV Eindhoven had a thousand ways to die just now. Plus, the number 21 in the middle, who appeared in the most appropriate position at the most appropriate time and made the most appropriate action.

Although it was just a draw now, Hiddink suddenly had a feeling that he had failed.

The Volendam fans also changed from the silent and depressed state of the past few minutes and cheered and shouted wantonly. The PSV Eindhoven fans were collectively silent, seemingly still unable to believe the goal that had just been conceded. As a result, the entire Philips Stadium only had the cheers and shouts of the hundred or so Volendam fans and players.

The Volendam players celebrated so wildly that the referee had to come forward to ask the players to return to their positions and continue the game.

PSV Eindhoven's Kezman had already placed the football in the center circle. He wanted to exceed the score again in the remaining time.

There was less than five minutes left. The score on the scoreboard showed a 1-1 tie. Volendam's number 21 forward Zhang Jun scored a goal for the team in the 85th minute after coming on as a substitute.