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After the match against Manchester United, Real Madrid will host Sevilla at home in four days. The club has allocated a day off for everyone to rest, and the entire team cheered with joy. After experiencing consecutive battles, they indeed needed a good rest.

Wang Feng did not stay at the training base. Since the wedding date was confirmed, all the details were taken care of by Lu Yao. Wang Feng rarely had time to accompany her, so he naturally wanted to get involved when he finally had some free time.

Originally, many internationally renowned brands wanted to sponsor the wedding, but Wang Feng rejected them all. They didn't want it to be very high-profile; they just wanted to invite close relatives and friends to witness it together.

The most famous top churches in Europe invited them to hold the wedding, and various custom clothing brands wanted to tailor wedding dresses for them, as well as banquet, business, and service companies.

Looking at the dazzling array of information in front of him, Wang Feng was somewhat dumbfounded for a moment. "Yao Yao, I didn't expect you to work so hard during this time!" Lu Yao stuck out her tongue. "Now you know, right? Originally, I just wanted to have a simple ceremony, but at your level, things can't be simple anymore."

"Fortunately, Wang Tian has been helping me arrange everything, and the good sisters in the company have also come to help. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to handle it alone. Oh~"

Wang Feng patted Lu Yao's head. "I'll have the group specially allocate a team of people to assist you. You just need to focus on the details, and leave the rest to them for accounting."

The girl nodded. The two of them stayed busy until late at night before returning home. They collapsed on the sofa like two tired fish. "By the way, there seems to be a key match in the last round of the Eredivisie tonight. I have to pay attention."

Saying this, Wang Feng turned on the TV, while Lu Yao leaned on him, and the thoughtful servant brought fruit and drinks to them. This should be the most comfortable time of their day.

The final round of the Eredivisie determines the final champion. The top two teams, Ajax and Alkmaar, have the same points, with third-placed Eindhoven just three points behind.

Their final opponents are all different: Alkmaar faces SBV Elite away, Ajax faces Willem II away, and Eindhoven hosts Vitesse. In other words, any of the three teams could win the championship.

"Watching Alkmaar's match, right? I remember you are particularly interested in that young player called Dong Fangzhuo." Lu Yao murmured while eating an apple.

"Yes, it's rare to see a Chinese player establish himself abroad. I want to see if he can win his first top league championship in his professional career."

The commentator on TV was introducing the starting lineups of both sides. Lu Yao occasionally asked about the players' information, but Wang Feng didn't know much and had to rely on the omnipotent Google search.

The home team quickly showed their dominance at the start of the game. Dutch center-back Josp broke through the side and sent a diagonal pass, and forward Delaunay quickly arrived at the right side of the penalty area to receive it and scored with a low shot.

"Oops, there was a defensive lapse on that goal, shouldn't have happened!" Wang Feng regretfully scratched his head, while Lu Yao teased, "Feng Ge, I think your Real Madrid often makes these mistakes too, there's still plenty of time, no hurry."

It wasn't until just before halftime that Alkmaar finally got a great chance. When Maldia broke through with the ball, he was fouled by the opponent's defender, giving the away team a chance for a free kick in the frontcourt.

He personally took the free kick and lofted it into the penalty area, where Dong Fangzhuo forcefully pushed away the defending players and leaped high to smash the ball into the SBV Elite's goal.

"Beautiful! When did Dong Fangzhuo develop this heading ability?" Wang Feng exclaimed excitedly and clenched his fist. Dong Fangzhuo's position on the field is a center forward, so heading is an essential skill for him. However, when facing strong defenders, he often fails to head properly due to interference.

At halftime, the score remained 1-1. Wang Feng checked the Ajax match, and they also drew 0-0. "It seems that Alkmaar still has a chance, although their goal difference disadvantage is significant."

"I dislike situations where the outcome depends on the opponent's performance. If Alkmaar had performed as well in the first half as they did in the second half, they could have secured the championship long ago."

"Just like you now, it seems like you don't have a big advantage, but you firmly hold the initiative," Lu Yao added. "Yes, the El Clásico is crucial. Apart from a few dark horse years, winning the El Clásico usually means a high probability of winning the league championship trophy."

In the second half, Alkmaar gradually gained the upper hand on the field. In the 67th minute, Avilase retreated outside the penalty area to receive the ball, suddenly turned around and sent a diagonal pass straight into the penalty area.

Dong Fangzhuo immediately accelerated, successfully broke through the defense line, and formed a one-on-one situation, but he did not shoot directly. Instead, he adjusted slightly and passed to the back post.

Avilase, who had already rushed into the penalty area, easily pushed the ball into the empty goal, 2-1! Alkmaar reversed the score!

"Gooooooooooooal! The ball is in! Dong Fangzhuo assisted Avilase in taking the lead!" The commentator on TV shouted hoarsely, "He gave up a great attacking opportunity and passed the ball to a safer position, ensuring the lead!"

"A good choice, it seems that his field vision has improved a lot." Wang Feng nodded in appreciation. Lu Yao asked curiously, "Feng Ge, what would you choose if it were you, pass or shoot?"

Wang Feng smiled and flicked the girl's nose. "Actually, there was no need to choose at all for this ball. Dong Fangzhuo could have shot when he successfully broke the offside trap. At that moment, the goalkeeper almost surrendered."

"However, he still instinctively adjusted a bit, which lost the initiative. Shooting directly at that moment would also be fine. Many players would do the same, but the success rate is not high, as it's very likely to be saved or blocked by the defending players."

"Excellent forwards will choose to pass to a better-positioned teammate at this moment. That's the advantage of having good field vision on the field."

"But if it were me, I naturally wouldn't lose the initiative and would just shoot directly." Wang Feng said confidently.

Unfortunately, the game did not continue to develop favorably. Soon, SBV Elite seized the opportunity and scored two consecutive goals against the away team, even Maldia was sent off with a red card.

Until injury time, Dong Fangzhuo still did not give up. He completed the team's last shot, but the ball slightly missed the goalpost, and the final whistle sounded at that moment.

The camera showed Dong Fangzhuo kneeling on the ground, pounding the turf in pain. Wang Feng sighed deeply. "To collapse at the last moment, the players' mentality fluctuated. That's football for you!"

Lu Yao also felt very sorry. "This Chinese youngster has indeed performed well. I just checked, and it seems that his goal tally has reached 24, ranking second in the top scorer list, second only to Alfonso Alves with 30 goals. It's really good. Will he leave the Eredivisie for the top five leagues?"

"There's a high probability he'll stay at Alkmaar for another year, but if a top club shows genuine interest, I think he'll consider it."