However, after his teammates finished celebrating and walked back to their own half in twos and threes, Fischer still passed by Shawn, casually high-fived him as if he didn't care, and said, "A good goal!"
Shawn grinned, thinking: "Looks like you're still not convinced. Sooner or later, I'll make you wholeheartedly accept it!"
The match resumed, and the main team players, naturally enraged, launched a fierce attack.
The reserve team players were not to be underestimated; their defensive coordination was good, and they didn't allow the main team to immediately equalize.
Not only that, when the main team's attack failed, the reserve team regained possession, passed the ball simply through midfield, and gave it to Shawn.
At first, it might have been an acknowledgment of Shawn's goal.
After all, Shawn had just given his team the lead. When he got into position and raised his hand for the ball, it would have been rude not to pass to him.
However, after a few times, the reserve team players became accustomed to giving the ball to Shawn.
For no other reason than, after a significant upgrade in ball control, Shawn's large physique finally found its use.
He could relatively freely and accurately complete various actions like passing, dribbling, or shooting, even under pressure.
In short, as long as the pass was accurate and Shawn successfully received the ball, opponents couldn't easily take it away.
Given this, what were they waiting for?
Of course, they should give the ball to Shawn as much as possible.
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They couldn't possibly abandon a concise but highly threatening style of play and instead control the ball just for the sake of controlling it, could they?
Thus, the situation on the field underwent a fundamental change.
The main team still had more possession and more attacks.
However, in terms of shots on goal, the two teams were surprisingly similar!
On the sidelines, ever since Shawn scored, Ajax II Head Coach Van der Gaag's smile hadn't faded:
'That's it, that's it!
Danklui, Owusu, and the others' reactions and turning speed were fine, but Shawn's first touch was exquisite enough, so their encirclement was a step too late.
Moreover, Shawn's mental fortitude seems to have strengthened significantly; he wasn't affected at all by the impending encirclement!
With an exquisite first touch and strong mental fortitude, the subsequent shot was a natural progression.
Putting everything else aside, Shawn's current strength is enough to establish himself in the Eerste Divisie.
To be able to establish himself in the Eerste Divisie at eighteen, then becoming a true professional player is clearly a certainty.
After another two or three years of development, a market value of several million is highly likely to be no problem!
Haha, I'm truly amazing; even a good-for-nothing can succeed under my guidance...'
The main team, after all, still had the superior strength.
In the 63rd minute of the second half, the score on the field had already become 1:2.
The main team had scored two goals to take the lead.
In the 65th minute, Shawn dropped back out of the penalty area, received the ball successfully on the left side of the big penalty area with his back to Danklui.
After passing back to a teammate in the middle, Shawn turned and rushed into the penalty area again, and as expected, saw the ball being played into his path.
Shawn observed the ball's trajectory while accelerating again.
Danklui, who was chasing back, Owusu, who was coming from the side, and Onana, who was blocking from the front, also did not escape Shawn's observation.
'You're not going to shoot this time!'
Danklui gritted his teeth, accelerated with all his might, and actively stretched out his leg to block.
As Shawn's left foot moved towards the ball, the main team's two-man encirclement was about to form.
Onana was also ready for Shawn to shoot directly.
"Bang!"
Shawn, however, still just stopped the ball, but—
The ball was stopped at Shawn's feet!
Owusu couldn't stop and ran past Shawn.
Shawn bumped to the right, pushing away Danklui who had just rushed over, twisted his left ankle, and chipped the bottom of the ball with his toe.
The ball flew gracefully, passing between Owusu and the gritting-toothed, re-rushing Danklui, landing directly at the far post of the goal.
Fischer sprinted forward and met the ball with a volley!
Onana turned to save but was too late, and the ball went straight into the empty net.
2:2, the reserve team equalized!
"Ah~~~"
Fischer was ecstatic, shouting as he rushed to the corner flag, posed with the flag, and welcomed his teammates who rushed to celebrate with him.
It wasn't until he saw Shawn also rushing over that Fischer's smile gradually froze:
"Although that last goal was a volley, it... seems... the difficulty was much less than Shawn's pass?"
Shawn wasn't thinking much at this moment; he just congratulated his teammate on the goal as usual.
That's how it is on the field.
No matter how many hidden thoughts there are privately, on the field, everyone is one unit, with only one goal: victory.
Everything else must be put aside.
On the sidelines, Van der Gaag clapped once to acknowledge it, feeling he had assessed the players he needed, and began to deploy his troops again.
Wang Chengfei was sent onto the field and performed well.
His speed and agility, which were highly praised when he first joined the team, were still evident.
In the 84th minute, Wang Chengfei received the ball on the right wing, failed to cut inside, and could only push the ball and change direction, rushing straight to the byline. Before the defender could get into position, he struck the ball with his right foot.
"Bang~"
The ball traveled low and fast towards the goal.
"Oh no!"
Wang Chengfei completed the pass and shouted before he had even fully recovered his balance.
He had been too hasty, and the pass lacked accuracy.
He had intended to make a cut-back cross towards the penalty spot, but the ball didn't obey, flying directly into the six-yard box.
Main team center-back Owusu moved across to meet the ball.
Shawn surged from outside the box directly towards the goal.
After the ball left Wang Chengfei's right foot, realizing the landing spot was beyond his expectation, he immediately accelerated with all his might.
With long, quick strides, Shawn's left foot finally landed heavily in front of Owusu, and his body naturally collided with Owusu.
Owusu was caught off guard and pushed aside.
Shawn himself also lost his balance and fell, but his right foot stubbornly swept towards the ball.
"Bang!"
As Owusu and Shawn fell, the ball deflected towards the goal, squeezing inside the left post and into the net.
2:3, the reserve team successfully took the lead!
Wow oh~
The players erupted in cheers.
Wang Chengfei flew over, intending to pounce on Shawn.
Fortunately, Shawn got up early, or he would have been at the bottom of a dogpile!
On the sidelines, Van der Gaag clapped again:
Shawn has truly made huge progress.
Not only his touch accuracy, but his explosiveness, speed, and so on have also improved!
It's incredible!
No,
it should be that his judgment of the situation on the field has become much faster, and his positioning is more rational, so it looks like he's much faster~
Van der Gaag fell into deep thought again, and a new starting lineup gradually formed in his mind... The 2:3 score ultimately remained until the end of the match.
After the reserve team players left the field, they naturally gathered around Shawn.
Fischer also stared at Shawn, his expression changing:
'F*ck, I thought giving this kid a chance to be a follower was already showing him respect, but I didn't expect this guy to explode. Is he really that good?
No~ impossible!
It's just a fluke!
Everyone has moments of peak performance; this time it was just his turn. Once this surge of adrenaline passes, he'll definitely revert to his old self!
Yes, that's it, it must be like this...'