KNVB Cup against Feyenoord

February 4, Amsterdam Arena

In the quarterfinals of the KNVB Cup, Ajax faced off against Feyenoord.

As the match entered the 75th minute of the second half, the score remained tied at 1-1.

Zlatan Ibrahimović, making his return from injury, had given the home team the lead with a goal in the 20th minute. However, just nine minutes later, Dirk Kuyt equalized for Feyenoord with an assist from left-winger Joep van den Ouweland.

Since then, both teams had fallen into a defensive stalemate, struggling to break the deadlock.

Ajax had been significantly impacted by the absence of key players due to international duty. The absence of main right-back Hatem Trabelsi had left Ajax vulnerable on the right flank. Feyenoord's left-winger Robin van Persie and left-back Patrick Mtiliga exploited this weakness, frequently putting Ajax's defense under pressure.

Just before halftime, the situation worsened for Ajax with an injury to Julien Escudé. Fortunately, Thomas Vermaelen, who had been substituted in, stepped up admirably. Alongside Johnny Heitinga, he fortified Ajax's defense, keeping Feyenoord at bay.

Despite these efforts, Ajax struggled to make an impact offensively. Ibrahimović was closely marked by Feyenoord's central defenders, Peter van den Berg and Frank van Wonderen. Ajax's passing game was on point, but the ball rarely reached the Swedish striker.

In an attempt to shift the momentum, Ajax coach Ronald Koeman substituted Mitea with Wesley Sonck, aiming to bolster the attack. However, Feyenoord coach Bert van Marwijk responded with two tactical substitutions of his own, further stifling Ajax's offensive efforts.

"The clock is winding down, and both teams have yet to find an effective offensive strategy. Ronald Koeman and Bert van Marwijk each have one substitution left. This may be their last chance to shift the momentum of the game," the commentator said.

"However, neither coach seems particularly eager to make a move."

"If the game remains tied at the end of the 90 minutes, it will proceed to extra time, as per the single-elimination rules. Should the score still be tied after extra time, the match will be decided by a penalty shootout."

"Though penalty shootouts are inherently unpredictable, Ajax's younger squad faces a tougher challenge. Feyenoord, being more mature and experienced, will have an advantage, especially given that they are playing at home."

"We can see that Ajax's number 99 substitute, Yang Yang, is warming up on the sidelines. Many fans in the stands are chanting his name. He has been a game-changer in the past five matches, coming off the bench and influencing the outcome each time."

"But will Ronald Koeman decide to bring him on again today?"

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"It's almost eighty minutes," Ruud Krol said quietly as he approached Ronald Koeman.

Ronald Koeman glanced at the clock; the game had just ticked past seventy-nine minutes.

Time was slipping away quickly.

"Van Marwijk is waiting for me to bring Yang Yang on," Ronald Koeman said with a frown.

Overall, Ajax was not inferior to Feyenoord and even had a slight advantage in terms of strength. However, the team had faced a challenging double fixture schedule since the winter break, compounded by injuries and the Africa Cup, which had disrupted their lineup.

Julien Escudé's injury in the first half had consumed one of the team's precious substitutions, leaving Ronald Koeman in a difficult position. He was eager to make a change but was hesitant, fearing that a new injury or another issue could leave him with fewer options.

Moreover, Van Marwijk still had a substitution available and was remaining passive, clearly waiting for Koeman's move.

"You mean he's holding back a card to counter us?" Ruud Krol said, glancing at the Feyenoord bench. Despite being in his early fifties, Van Marwijk's hair was already gray.

"Most likely a tactic to neutralize Yang Yang once he's in," Koeman speculated.

Ruud Krol's expression grew serious. As Koeman had suggested, the game was indeed becoming tricky.

"It's probably Ramon van Haaren," Ruud Krol noted, eyeing the veteran on the Feyenoord bench.

The thirty-one-year-old Van Haaren had started his career at Valwijk, moved to Roda JC, and joined Feyenoord in 2001 through his outstanding performances. Although he had not been a regular starter, his skills were well-regarded. Known for his strong defensive capabilities rather than speed, Van Haaren was often used as a backup under Van Marwijk.

Given his extensive experience and solid defensive abilities, if Van Marwijk chose to use Van Haaren to target Yang Yang, it could indeed be a strategic move.

But if they didn't bring Yang Yang on, who could change the game?

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"Yang Yang is just a fledgling talent, and only the media that chase every fleeting shadow will praise him so highly," Van Marwijk commented with a wry smile, standing straight in front of the visiting team's coach.

Feyenoord's scouts had meticulously analyzed Yang Yang's performances, particularly focusing on the games where he came off the bench. They concluded that his strengths and weaknesses were distinctly evident.

His advantages include blistering speed, exceptional one-on-one dribbling skills, and precise passing. However, his deficiencies were equally clear. Yang Yang relies heavily on space to execute his breakthroughs and struggles against tight man-marking. When closely guarded, his ball control errors increase noticeably.

A prime example of this was his recent performance against Nijmegen. In that match, Yang Yang initiated a sharp counterattack and delivered a cross from the right flank that set up Van der Vaart's assist for Wesley Sonck's goal.

At first glance, the assist seemed impressive. However, a closer inspection revealed that Nijmegen had initially underestimated Yang Yang, particularly their left-back, Leiwakabessy. Leiwakabessy, whose energy was previously directed towards marking Sikora, inadvertently left Yang Yang with space.

Once Nijmegen adjusted their defensive strategy to tighten their coverage on Yang Yang, his influence on the game was significantly reduced.

Given Yang Yang's current form, it would be unwise to rush him into a starting role. It is more prudent to allow him to continue coming off the bench, gaining valuable game experience, and refining his skills. He should be integrated into the starting lineup when the timing is right.

"It's not Ronald Koeman's approach to nurturing young players; it's more akin to Van Gaal's methods," Van Marwijk remarked, a note of admiration in his voice as he mentioned Van Gaal. Despite any private critiques, Van Gaal's expertise in player development was undeniable.

At that moment, he noticed the home team's coach seat, where assistant coach Ruud Krol had finally taken his place on the bench. Krol called out the name of a player, prompting Yang Yang to rise from his seat and remove his long-sleeved tracksuit, revealing the number 99 shirt underneath.

"Finally, he's putting him in," Van Marwijk said with a satisfied smile. He turned to beckon veteran Van Haaren, who promptly joined him, both sharing a sense of anticipation for Yang Yang's performance.

"Did you see the kid with the number 99 on his back?" Van Marwijk asked, his gaze fixed intently on the field.

"Yes," Van Haaren responded, nodding.

"Mark him at all costs. Do not give him any opportunity to control the ball easily, and ensure he has no space to maneuver," Van Marwijk instructed firmly.

"Understood," Van Haaren replied with a subdued tone. He then sprinted off to warm up, preparing himself for the game.

Van Marwijk looked up at the pitch with a confident smile. His tenure at Feyenoord had been marked by notable achievements: a league runner-up finish, a Dutch Cup runner-up position, and, most significantly, the UEFA Cup victory in 2002. This triumph had solidified his reputation as a capable coach and demonstrated his strategic prowess.

Given Feyenoord's current standing, overcoming Ajax and Eindhoven in the league would be a formidable challenge. Therefore, the Dutch Cup represented a crucial opportunity for Van Marwijk to further his career and secure another prestigious title.

With several top teams from the four major European leagues already showing interest in him, Van Marwijk needed to prove his worth with another major championship. Achieving this would reinforce his position in Dutch football and pave the way for future opportunities.

Eindhoven's recent defeat to Breda had opened a door for Feyenoord. If they could overcome Ajax and secure a spot in the semi-finals, Van Marwijk was confident in his ability to tackle the remaining Dutch teams.

To achieve victory over Ajax, the first step was to neutralize the threat posed by the number 99, who was about to come off the bench and potentially make a significant impact.

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Beep!

The referee's whistle pierced through the stadium, and he extended his arm to signal a foul against Feyenoord. This decision awarded Ajax a free kick near the midfield, much to the dissatisfaction of the Ajax players, who immediately surrounded the referee to protest.

Yang Yang, who had been knocked to the ground, adjusted his socks and inspected a bruise on his calf. He massaged the sore muscle, repositioned his shin guards, and then stood up, ready to resume play.

Moments earlier, Yang Yang had retreated to receive a pass from Sneijder. As he prepared to turn with the ball, Van Haaren had charged in from behind to challenge him. The two players became entangled, and despite Yang Yang's attempt to pass the ball, Van Haaren's foot struck his calf instead, resulting in the foul.

Ajax's players were vocal in their dissent, believing that the tackle warranted at least a yellow card or a warning. However, the referee, adhering to his own standards of enforcement, deemed the penalty sufficient and showed no signs of favoritism.

Each referee has their own interpretation of the rules, and Yang Yang had to accept this decision. As for Van Haaren...

"Ajax players really need to calm down now," the commentator remarked, observing the situation.

"There isn't much time left in the game, and their agitation could be detrimental," the commentator continued. "Instead of arguing with the referee, they should concentrate on mounting a threatening attack as soon as possible."

Head coach Ronald Koeman, standing on the sidelines, was visibly frustrated. He urged his players to refocus, emphasizing the importance of remaining composed and swiftly returning to the game. 

The Ajax players gradually returned to their positions on the field, and play resumed with renewed intensity.

Feyenoord's left-back, Van Haaren, who had just come on as a substitute, shadowed Yang Yang closely. No matter where Yang Yang moved or how he positioned himself to receive the ball, Van Haaren was always right behind him, denying him any opportunity to turn or maneuver effectively.

Yang Yang found himself in a frustrating predicament. Every time he received the ball, Van Haaren's tight marking prevented him from making a decisive move. As a result, Yang Yang was forced into making repeated passes backward, unable to advance the play or exploit his attacking potential.

This situation wasn't isolated to Yang Yang alone; the entire Ajax team was struggling to break through Feyenoord's organized defense. Their plays were disjointed and lacked the fluidity they had displayed earlier. The fans in the stands, who had been vocally supportive, now observed with growing concern as their team's rhythm faltered under the pressure.

With the clock ticking down, Ajax's chances of turning the game around seemed increasingly slim. The urgency of the situation heightened, but Feyenoord's disciplined and aggressive defense remained resolute, leaving Ajax with precious few opportunities to mount a meaningful attack.

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Yang Yang had always anticipated that he would eventually face close man-marking from opponents, but he hadn't expected it to come so soon.

Confronting Van Haaren's relentless shadowing, Yang Yang found himself at a loss for how to respond effectively. There was a certain satisfaction in facing such a high level of defensive strategy—after all, it was a testament to Feyenoord's targeted approach against him.

Yet, the predominant feeling was one of frustration and helplessness. Yang Yang had hoped to make a significant contribution to his team, but his efforts were being stymied by Van Haaren's persistent presence.

In the span of just ten minutes, Yang Yang attempted various tactics to evade Van Haaren, but none proved successful. The Feyenoord left-back seemed to have been deployed with a singular focus: to shadow Yang Yang and neutralize his impact on the game. Van Haaren's role was evidently clear—to stay close and disrupt Yang Yang's play, while refraining from committing fouls that could attract the referee's attention.

This defensive strategy, while technically sound, rendered Yang Yang's usual techniques ineffective. He tried to drop deeper into the midfield to receive the ball or make runs behind Van Haaren, but these efforts yielded little success.

Van Haaren's approach was meticulous; he adhered strictly to the rules, avoiding blatant fouls. His defensive maneuvers were subtle and calculated, ensuring that the referee could see no reason to issue a card or even a warning. This level of nuanced marking was something Yang Yang had never encountered before.

Recognizing this as a significant test of his skills, Yang Yang understood that overcoming such a formidable opponent was part of his growth as a player. This challenge was an opportunity to adapt and refine his game, even if it meant grappling with an opponent who seemed to have him perfectly contained.

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"De Jong is still not active enough on the right."

In the grandstand of the Amsterdam Arena, technical director Louis van Gaal furrowed his brow, a deep frown etched across his face. He let out a frustrated sigh as he watched the match unfold below.

Yang Yang, closely marked by Feyenoord's Van Haaren, was being effectively neutralized. If De Jong could push forward to support the right flank, Ajax's attacking options would be greatly enhanced. However, De Jong remained primarily in a defensive position, contributing little to the offensive effort.

On the other hand, Feyenoord's Van Persie was struggling to find space, a minor consolation in the midst of Ajax's offensive difficulties.

"If Trabelsi were here, I believe he would be more daring," Chairman Van Praag remarked, his voice tinged with concern.

Van Gaal nodded slightly in agreement. Ajax's football philosophy embraced creativity and risk-taking, qualities that seemed absent in De Jong's cautious play. De Jong, being primarily a defensive player, was not fulfilling the more adventurous role that Ajax needed.

Van Praag shifted the conversation. "What's the status of the negotiations in Brazil?" he asked, clearly troubled.

The Tunisian international Trabelsi had been performing exceptionally well in the Africa Cup of Nations. Given the current circumstances, it was unlikely he would return to Ajax for over a month. The original plan was to secure a right-back before the winter break, with Maicon from Cruzeiro being the primary target. However, the transfer had not been completed.

Van Gaal explained with a hint of resignation, "Cruzeiro is aware of our urgency, and their asking price has increased. Their willingness to sell Maicon has diminished. You know we are not prepared to overpay for a right-back."

Van Praag nodded, acknowledging the difficult situation. The transfer market had closed, and any attempt to acquire a player now would be futile.

"Nevertheless, we must act quickly. Trabelsi's performance in the Africa Cup of Nations suggests that retaining him this summer will be challenging," Van Praag said, a note of frustration in his voice.

Van Gaal reassured him, "Don't worry. Brazil is full of talent, and we are already considering our options for a replacement."

Van Praag attempted a reassuring smile. "The other three teams in the Dutch Cup semifinals are not particularly strong. If we can overcome Feyenoord in this match, we have a strong chance of winning the championship."

Van Gaal understood the gravity of the situation. With the league title contested closely with Eindhoven and the Champions League beyond their reach, winning the Dutch Cup had become a crucial goal for the season.

"He has never let me down, and I have every confidence he won't start now," Van Gaal said, his confidence unwavering.

"You certainly have a lot of faith in him," Van Praag noted, his eyes glinting with a hint of amusement.

"Of course. If I were to leave Ajax and coach elsewhere, he would be the first player I'd want to bring with me," Van Gaal replied, a trace of pride in his tone.

Van Praag's eyes gleamed with understanding. He knew that Van Gaal was astute and perceptive, though sometimes a bit overconfident.

"Then perhaps you should begin discussions to renew his contract," Van Praag suggested with a knowing smile.

Van Gaal responded with a slight smile of his own, acknowledging the hint.

As the match drew to a close, the referee finally blew the whistle, signaling the end of the game. After three minutes of stoppage time, the regular 90-minute match concluded.

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"That guy played dirty and has a lot of small movements," Yang Yang said, squeezing the water bottle vigorously, allowing the water to gush into his mouth from the nozzle. He was vaguely explaining to Luther Carol the difficulties he was facing.

"Playing dirty is part of the game," Ruud Krol replied without surprise. "In professional football, it's all about using every means to beat your opponent. Victory is everything. If you can't win, then what? You won't get far, understand?"

Yang Yang nodded vigorously. He wasn't one to get bogged down by his principles when faced with defeat; he despised losing and was determined to find a way to win.

"I told you this would happen sooner or later. The early games are often against teams that don't fully understand you. But tonight is different. Feyenoord has thoroughly studied you, and you need to be prepared for a tough battle."

Yang Yang nodded heavily, understanding the gravity of the situation now more than ever.

"Right now, you're the fittest player on the team and our last hope. You need to come up with a strategy to break through on the right. Keep your mind clear and calm. Don't let the pressure get to you."

Yang Yang continued to nod while drinking water, soaking in the advice.

Ruud Krol patted Yang Yang's shoulder gently, signaling him to head over to Ronald Koeman. With only a five-minute break between regular time and overtime, there was no time to return to the locker room. Everything had to be addressed on the field.

Coach Koeman gave Yang Yang the final substitution, signaling that he was pinning the team's last hope on him. The challenge now was to find a way to make Yang Yang more effective and threatening.

Koeman arranged for Ibrahimovic and Sneijder to play as close as possible to Yang Yang, aiming to provide him with more support and options, so Yang Yang wouldn't always have to hold the ball with his back to the goal.

"I tried several times and failed," Sneijder said, panting from exhaustion.

After ninety minutes of intense play, everyone was nearly spent. Koeman turned to Yang Yang, concern etched on his face. "Yang, what do you suggest?"

Yang Yang scanned his teammates. They were all looking at him with hope. Captain Van der Vaart, who was visibly fatigued and pale, might not be able to last through overtime. The weight of the moment was heavy on Yang Yang's shoulders.

He had come off the bench in the final game of the UEFA Champions League group stage, but the circumstances then had been very different. Back then, there was little expectation; now, everyone was looking to him for a solution.

If he admitted uncertainty, it would likely crush the team's morale and make victory even more elusive. But he couldn't admit that. Not now. Not in this moment.

"I suggest everyone stay clear of me to conserve energy. I'll expand my movement, pull wide, and try to create space on the opponent's flanks. If I can get a bit of time and space, I can drive the ball forward."

His tone was resolute, confident, and his eyes were unwavering.

He was confident, as long as he had the time and space.

If Van Haaren continued to stick to him like glue, Yang Yang knew he would face an uphill battle.

"Do you have enough energy?" Koeman asked.

"Absolutely," Yang Yang responded, his confidence unshaken.

At Almere, stamina and speed had been his advantages.

"Are you sure you can do it?" Koeman pressed, his eyes searching for assurance.

The entire team was watching him, their hopes pinned on his words.

"I can do it!" Yang Yang declared, gritting his teeth and nodding firmly.

Koeman, after a moment's hesitation, finally nodded in agreement. "Alright, then do what you've planned. I believe in you."

With the head coach's endorsement, there were no objections from the team.

"Good brother, I'm ready for your pass up front. Just get the ball to me, and I promise I'll score!" Ibrahimovic, though tired, remained upbeat.

"I'll be ready to receive the ball if you break through," Wesley Sonck assured.

"I'll pass you the ball," Sneijder said, giving Yang Yang a reassuring hug.

"I'm a bit slower and tired, but I'll support you from behind if needed," Van der Vaart added.

"Leave it to me," said De Jong.

"Good brother," Vermaelen said simply, embracing Yang Yang.

The Belgian central defender understood why Yang Yang had integrated into the first team so quickly and was accepted by everyone. He demonstrated courage when it mattered most.

In moments like these, technical tactics often fell by the wayside. What the team needed was hope—a belief that they could still prevail.

"Let's do this, everyone. Together, we will win," Head Coach Ronald Koeman rallied, extending his right hand.

Yang Yang, Ibrahimovic, Sneijder, and the other players extended their hands, clasping each other's arms in solidarity. "Ajax!!! Ajax!!! Come on!!! Come on!!! Come on!!!"

The players, filled with renewed determination, headed back onto the pitch.

In the stands, Ajax fans felt the intensity and resolve of their team. The cheers and chants grew louder, echoing throughout the Amsterdam Arena, fueling the players' spirits as they prepared for the final stretch.