Chapter 2272 - 580: You Coach Like Ten Hag

Chapter 2272: Chapter 580: You Coach Like Ten Hag

Sneijder stared wide-eyed towards the sideline.

He still remembered how disappointed Huang Kaiwen was with him before, because of the drinking problem.

He never thought that at this moment Huang Kaiwen would actually let him take the free kick.

Robben pursed his lips and walked aside.

This ball was closer to the center, and he could kick it too.

However, since Huang Kaiwen said so, he had no objections. After all, the ball was still closer to the left, and the angle for a left-footed shot was quite small.

Sneijder stood still.

Feeling no pressure.

Yet he wanted to cry.

As a super genius, he once won the UEFA Champions League with Huang Kaiwen at Real Madrid, and later became the core of Inter Milan.

His career was much smoother than the average person’s.

But everything was ruined by himself.

He left his first wife and married a woman who was unwilling to leave Madrid for him.

Huang Kaiwen warned him several times not to drink excessively, but he didn’t listen.

For a while, Sneijder was even afraid to see Huang Kaiwen, feeling like a bad student disappointing a teacher who refused to give up on him.

To his surprise, Huang Kaiwen was still standing behind him at this moment.

Sneijder felt his tear ducts were somewhat uncontrollable.

He quickly pretended to wipe his sweat and dabbed at the corners of his eyes.

But as soon as he wiped away one tear, more quickly followed.

"Calm down, calm down, Wesley,"

Sneijder silently recited.

He knew that now was not the time for such large emotional swings.

But after all, he was human, not a machine.

Not something that can be changed with a simple command.

Sneijder bent down, placed the ball on the ground, supported his thigh with his left hand, and forcefully pinched the inside of his thigh.

The pain calmed Sneijder’s mood considerably.

He looked up at Denmark’s goal.

This was his best chance today.

And it was also an opportunity Huang Kaiwen fought for him.

Sneijder ignored the taunting Danish goalkeeper in front, keeping his focus solely on the goal.

At this moment.

Inside and outside the stadium.

The attention of the entire Netherlands, even the world, had nothing to do with him.

Sneijder only knew he had to score this goal.

Cruyff held his breath; he hadn’t been this nervous even when he played.

The performance of this Dutch football legend mirrored thousands of Dutch fans.

Now they only hoped the Netherlands team wouldn’t lose to Denmark.

Beep—

Sneijder stepped forward with his left foot.

Immediately, his right foot swung forward.

This time he struck with such force that he had to jump to relieve the pressure.

Bang—

De Jong squeezed into the wall, creating a space for the ball to shoot through.

The goalkeeper didn’t expect a low shot, and though he dove to the side as soon as he realized, Sneijder’s free kick was too perfect, leaving him unable to reach it.

The ball brushed the right-side net and flew into the goal.

Boom—

Orange Storm!

The Dutch fans at the Metalist Stadium, silent for 90 minutes, finally awoke, frantically waving everything in hand.

Some excited female fans even directly threw off their tops, waving those small pieces of fabric.

Huang Kaiwen and Koeman jumped up almost simultaneously, clenching their fists.

"Ahhh..."

Sneijder opened his mouth and ran wildly after scoring the goal.

Robben wanted to celebrate, but Sneijder pushed him aside.

Sneijder ran all the way to the sideline and jumped onto Huang Kaiwen.

Luckily, Huang Kaiwen was quite strong; if it had been Van Marwijk taking such a hit, he might have collapsed right under Sneijder.

"I did it, I did it..."

Sneijder shouted excitedly.

Huang Kaiwen smiled and patted Sneijder’s back, saying, "Yes, you did it."

"I did it, I did it..."

Sneijder’s voice gradually faded.

Huang Kaiwen felt a bit of warmth on his chest, patted Sneijder’s back and said, "Substitution, Luke goes on."

Luke De Jong stood at the sideline, barely having warmed up.

During the final moments of the match, the Danes didn’t begin their counterattack.

It seemed they could accept a 1-1 scoreline too.

As Robben’s inside shot bounced off Agger’s body, the head referee blew the whistle to end the match.

Huang Kaiwen stood at the sideline, clapping.

Surprising and delighting every Dutch player.

When Van Bommel returned, Huang Kaiwen grabbed him and said, "Call your teammates, take them to thank the audience, then head back to the locker room."

Van Bommel called his teammates over to the stands.

Huang Kaiwen headed towards the tunnel.

The stands erupted in cheers at that moment.

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

The fans on site saw clearly who made sure the Netherlands team equalized the opponent at the last moment.

Though such a score was not fully satisfying, considering the course of the game, earning a point was already quite good.

Cocu and De Boer followed Huang Kaiwen into the tunnel.

Cocu asked, "Will you attend the press conference later?"

"You go ahead, I’ll head back to the locker room to chat with the players,"

Huang Kaiwen said.

"Alright, I’ll prepare then!"

Cocu nodded and said.

More than ten minutes later, the Dutch players gradually returned to the locker room.

They seemed in quite a good mood.

After Boulahrouz was the last to enter the locker room, Huang Kaiwen closed the door directly.

Bang—

The sound of the door shutting startled the players.

"Satisfied with equalizing Denmark at the last minute, aren’t you?"

Huang Kaiwen asked, "Is the Netherlands team’s goal to draw one, lose one, win one, and finally qualify second in the group?"

"It’s not that simple,"

Van Persie said.

Even at Arsenal, Mr. Wenger didn’t let them lower their goals. Arsenal’s results were due to squad depth, not because the coach lacked ambition.