According to some statistics, the five minutes after a goal is the best time to score a second goal.
It is said to take advantage of the opponent's instability after conceding a goal.
It certainly makes a lot of sense.
Unfortunately, while there are many games with two consecutive goals, the proportion of such games within all matches is not high.
However, in any case, the greatly invigorated Ajax II seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack.
Emmen could only defend with all their might for a while.
Although they were in disarray, they did not suffer from disunity or conflicting desires to attack or defend, and they managed to hold on until Ajax's offensive slowed down.
Emmen's center-back Almeida then had the presence of mind to grumble at Sean, "That's enough, kid. Don't think scoring a goal means anything. You won't have a chance to create any more threats..."
Sean ignored him, instead seizing the opportunity to drop back and receive the ball, successfully passing it to the left wing, helping his team launch another attack.
Unfortunately, his teammate Sana's shot went over the crossbar.
Almeida's face turned beet-red again.
It wasn't until the 28th minute that Ajax II launched another attack.
Acolatse threaded a diagonal pass into the penalty area, and Sean surged towards the ball.
Emmen's center-back Almeida sprinted to cover, gritting his teeth and risking a sliding tackle, finally clearing the ball before Sean and tripping him in the process.
"Yah!"
"Yah!"
"Yah!"
Almeida shouted and pumped his fists repeatedly, feeling as if he had finally vented his frustration.
But he still wasn't satisfied. Seeing Sean sitting on the ground adjusting his socks, Almeida rushed over, leaned down, and shouted:
"See that?
I meant what I said!
You won't have any more chances!
No chance! You have no chance!!!"
By the end, Almeida was gritting his teeth, enunciating each word.
Sean looked up blankly and said in French, "What did you say? Can you speak slower, I don't quite understand."
Huh?
Almeida's face froze. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, then reluctantly spread his hands and muttered in a low voice:
"Oh, those damn Walloons!"
Belgium is divided into two parts: the northern Flemish Region and the southern Walloon Region.
Flemings speak Dutch, while southern Walloons speak French.
Generally, Flemings and Walloons do not learn each other's languages.
The only exception is Brussels, the capital of Belgium, where people learn both Dutch and French.
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This cannot be messed with at all. Even for train announcements, if Dutch is used in the Walloon Region—no—if Dutch and French are used, complaints will be received. Only in the Brussels region can bilingual announcements be made.
So, if Sean lived in the Walloon Region, it would be normal for him not to understand Dutch.
During the pre-match briefing, Emmen's coach only mentioned that Sean was a player from Belgium, but never specified where exactly he was from.
Now, Almeida realized that he had been spewing trash talk in Dutch for so long, and Sean didn't understand it at all. He could only consider himself unlucky, and any complaints could only be made softly.
Complain loudly?
Are you kidding? Some things can only be done, not said.
If phrases like "damn Walloons" were said loudly and perceived as racial discrimination, he would be in serious trouble.
Almeida would never bring such trouble upon himself!
Sean chuckled to himself as he stood up and re-entered the game.
In reality, Sean's previous self was from Brussels, the capital of Belgium.
Brussels is located in the middle of Belgium, where both Dutch and French are spoken, and train announcements are made in both languages.
Moreover, because Sean had lived in the Netherlands for several years, his Dutch was naturally much better than his French.
Of course, there was no such thing as not understanding what Almeida was saying.
However, this match was his professional debut after all, and Sean only wanted to leave a good memory, not get involved in a trash-talking exchange.
Ajax II's corner kick did not pose a threat.
The two teams then attacked each other again.
In the 31st minute, Sean and Almeida became entangled once more.
Ajax's forward pass went astray, and Sean had to withdraw from the penalty area.
Almeida followed him all the way, and after confirming that Sean had left the dangerous area, he focused on maintaining the defensive formation with his teammates.
Emmen's counter-attack was unsuccessful. Ajax's defense successfully intercepted the ball and launched another attack.
Acolatse played a one-two with a teammate and successfully gained possession on the left wing in the attacking third.
Sana, De Sa, and others surged towards the goal from the left flank and the center, attracting Emmen's defensive attention.
Emmen's center-back Almeida, who had already moved to assist in the center, suddenly heard someone shout in Dutch behind him, "Here!"
Turning around, Almeida's eyes immediately widened in fury: Sean had appeared in the open space!
Almeida immediately wanted to turn and mark him, but Acolatse's pass was already in the air. How could he possibly make it in time?
Sean had previously drifted to the right wing, then seized the opportunity to cut diagonally towards the open space at the far post.
The main work was already done; at this point, he merely adjusted his stance and easily headed the ball into the net.
Emmen's goalkeeper was also rushing back to his position, this time even making a diving save, but he was equally out of reach.
The ball successfully found the back of the net.
Emmen 0-2 Ajax!
... "GOAL!!!"
"It's Sean again!"
"This time it's a header!!"
"Ajax, playing away, leads league leaders Emmen by two goals!"
"Wow~ This is truly unexpected. Sean has burst onto the scene, completing a brace before the first half is even over, which is truly unimaginable."
"Is Ajax about to produce another super rookie?"
"Uh~ A brace on debut is indeed excellent, and even more rare for a Chinese player, but it's too early to declare Sean a super rookie based on that."
"Strictly speaking, this recent goal wasn't very difficult. Most of the credit should go to Acolatse, who completed the attack. His pass was incredibly accurate. Sean only needed to get into position, touch the ball, and he effortlessly scored!"
"Indeed, looking at the replay, Acolatse's pass was really precise, successfully flying over the near post and the center, accurately finding Sean at the far post..."
... On the sidelines, Van der Gaag finished his celebration and calmly sat back down on the bench.
He had originally been worried that Sean hadn't had enough time to train with the team and that their coordination wouldn't be good enough.
However, it now seemed that Sean had, to some extent, overcome this weakness with his clever and diligent positioning.
Since that was the case, what was there to worry about?
Just calmly wait for Sean to continue performing, haha~
On the other side, the substitute players also gradually finished their celebrations.
Wang Chengfei was still exhilarated. He turned around and happened to see a somewhat dazed Fischer, and couldn't help but laugh:
"Hey, buddy, do you still think Sean will be too nervous to perform well?"
Fischer had just recovered from his daze, and upon hearing this, he froze again: "Fuck, how did things turn out like this?"
Wang Chengfei felt a surge of satisfaction at the sight: "Haha, go on, be arrogant again?! Who dares to say that Chinese people shouldn't play football now? Ah!!"
As a pure Chinese, especially one who remained with the team not because of his strength, but due to various other considerations, Wang Chengfei naturally didn't receive only courtesies in a new environment. His feelings were even more complex than Sean's previous self, and it was impossible for him not to feel stifled.
Although it wasn't him but Sean who was performing brilliantly, Wang Chengfei also felt honored, and his thoughts felt much clearer!
On the field, Sean broke away from his enthusiastic teammates. He inadvertently looked back and happened to see Almeida, and couldn't help but grin: "Hey, buddy, do you still feel like talking trash now?"
From the moment Sean scored with a header, Almeida was in a state of confusion, with one sentence constantly looping in his mind: 'He speaks Dutch, he speaks Dutch...'
At this moment, seeing Sean's triumphant smile, Almeida shivered and instantly sobered up. A surge of anger rushed to his head, making his body tremble as he wailed, "Liar, liar, he lied to me!!!"