Chapter 81

Real Madrid secured a 4-2 victory over Ajax at the Santiago Bernabéu, a result that ignited a wave of responses from both the media and fans alike. However, the focus of attention was less on Ajax, who, despite their efforts, struggled to make a significant impact, and more on the famed Galácticos of Madrid. 

After falling behind by a goal in the first half, Real Madrid showcased their firepower by netting four goals within a thrilling half-hour in the second half, underscoring their formidable strength. Yet, despite the seemingly decisive win, both the media and the fans expressed reservations about the victory, primarily due to the lackluster performances from some of Madrid's star players, particularly during the match's waning moments. 

The Spanish daily Marca pointed out in its post-match analysis that if not for the untimely injury to Raul Bravo, which halted Ajax's momentum, Real Madrid might have conceded another goal, possibly allowing the Dutch side to equalize. This observation reflected a broader concern about Madrid's vulnerability when under pressure, despite their star-studded lineup. 

The legendary Johan Cruyff, a revered figure in both Barcelona and Ajax's histories, weighed in through his column, expressing his disbelief at Real Madrid's sluggish display throughout much of the game, even though they managed to emerge with a two-goal advantage. Cruyff's critique highlighted the inconsistency in Madrid's performance, suggesting that the result was more fortuitous than dominant. 

While Real Madrid's victory was met with skepticism, they were not the only European powerhouse to experience a mixed reception. AC Milan, another giant of European football, faced their own set of challenges in their quarter-final clash. Hosting Deportivo La Coruña at the San Siro, Milan found themselves trailing after just 11 minutes. It wasn't until stoppage time in the first half that they managed to equalize. Then, in a dramatic turnaround, Milan struck three times in a blistering seven-minute span early in the second half, securing a 4-1 win that closely mirrored Madrid's result. 

However, both clubs faced critical scrutiny from the media and their fans. The consensus was clear: if Real Madrid and AC Milan do not address their underlying issues, their paths to the Champions League semi-finals could be fraught with difficulty. 

Amid the spotlight on the two European giants, Ajax found themselves somewhat overshadowed. The 4-2 defeat in Madrid left many in the Netherlands disheartened, with the domestic media and fans reacting as though the tie was all but decided. The Dutch side's chances of progression seemed slim, especially in the eyes of those who had watched them capitulate late in the game. 

Interestingly, though, it was not the match itself but rather a post-game moment that captured the imagination of many. Yang Yang, Ajax's young sensation, was seen interacting with global icons like Ronaldo and David Beckham after the final whistle, a scene that quickly became a focal point of gossip columns. A Spanish tabloid even speculated about Real Madrid's interest in acquiring Yang Yang in the summer transfer window, a notion that was met with widespread skepticism. After all, Real Madrid, known for its Galácticos policy, had never been a club to invest heavily in unproven 17-year-olds. 

In the other Champions League quarter-final ties, Porto secured a commanding 2-0 home win against Lyon, while Monaco stunned Chelsea with a 3-1 victory at the Stade Louis II. The latter result, in particular, was seen as a major upset, though with the return leg at Stamford Bridge still to come, Chelsea retained a glimmer of hope. 

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Yang Yang paid little attention to the media frenzy that erupted after the match. The morning following the game, he joined his teammates for a post-match recovery session, primarily focused on physical adjustments and mental rejuvenation. Head coach Ronald Koeman had a brief word with him, explaining that he would not be in the lineup for the weekend's league match. Instead, Koeman wanted Yang Yang to rest and recuperate, preparing himself for the second leg of their Champions League clash in two weeks. 

Despite the 4-2 loss away at the Bernabéu, the team was not without hope for the return leg at home. Much would depend on how well they managed the game and whether they could capitalize on their home advantage. 

After completing the recovery session, Yang Yang lingered on the training pitch, juggling the ball absentmindedly as his mind wandered back to the previous night's game. His brow furrowed in concentration as he wrestled with a peculiar feeling that had plagued him since the match. During the intense atmosphere of the Bernabéu, Yang Yang had experienced a momentary but powerful sensation that Ajax could have scored another goal had the game continued. The impression was vivid, yet it slipped away as quickly as it had come, leaving him perplexed and frustrated. 

What exactly had happened in that fleeting moment? 

In search of answers, Yang Yang had spoken with some of his teammates, including Ibrahimović, Maxwell, and Vermaelen, but none of them could shed any light on the matter. Even Zax, the virtual coach within his Dream Training System, had been unable to provide a clear explanation. 

Yang Yang's tendency to delve deeply into problems sometimes led to bouts of intense focus, and this unresolved question gnawed at him. His inability to grasp the elusive insight left him feeling uneasy, and he could only let out a heavy sigh. 

"What's the matter? You seem troubled." 

The sudden voice behind him startled Yang Yang, and he turned to see Marco van Basten, the Ajax legend, smiling at him. The sight of the famous Dutchman instantly lifted his spirits, and he responded with a grin. "Hi, Marco." 

"Why the long face? Something bothering you?" Van Basten asked, his tone light yet concerned. 

"It's nothing, really," Yang Yang replied, though the smile that followed was more of an attempt to mask his lingering frustration. "How about you? I haven't seen you around for a while. How's the team doing?" 

Van Basten chuckled and shook his head. "Don't even mention it. Without you, we've lost a sharp edge on the right wing. We were knocked out of the KNVB Cup, and we've had some struggles in the league too. The play hasn't been ideal, but thankfully, the team is strong enough to manage. It's not a disaster, but it's clear we're missing something." The Dutch legend's relaxed demeanor betrayed a deep understanding of the game, and at his level, he no longer needed to prove anything to anyone. 

"I'm not that important," Yang Yang said modestly, though the praise from his idol warmed him. 

"I heard you met your idol last night," Van Basten teased with a knowing smile. 

"My idol? Aren't you standing right in front of me?" Yang Yang quipped back. 

"Come on now," Van Basten laughed. "I'm talking about Ronaldo. I heard you've got a whole set of Real Madrid superstar jerseys?" 

Yang Yang felt a pang of embarrassment as Van Basten's mischievous grin confirmed that someone—likely one of his big-mouthed teammates—had spread the word about his collection. Fortunately, he had already stored the jerseys safely away. 

"There's just one I don't have—Roberto Carlos's," Yang Yang admitted with a chuckle. 

Van Basten's smile widened as he observed Yang Yang, clearly amused by the sight of a 17-year-old starstruck by his football idols. Though Yang Yang was no longer playing under Van Basten, his respect for the Dutch legend had never wavered. 

Seizing the moment, Yang Yang decided to describe the issue that had been troubling him. To his surprise, Van Basten's expression shifted from amused to serious as he listened intently. 

"What you're describing," Van Basten began thoughtfully, "is a phenomenon that's difficult to explain, but it certainly exists." 

Yang Yang leaned in, eager to absorb every word from the seasoned professional. 

"Do you watch basketball?" Van Basten asked. 

Yang Yang shook his head. "I don't know much about basketball." 

Van Basten chuckled, a little bemused. "Well, in basketball, there's often a moment when a team goes on a run, scoring continuously and forcing the opposing coach to call a timeout to interrupt the momentum." 

Yang Yang, though unfamiliar with basketball, could grasp the concept. 

"If we think of a team as a machine," Van Basten continued, "with the players as the components that make up the machine, then during a game, the smooth operation of that machine relies on the seamless functioning of its parts. Only when all the components work in perfect harmony can the machine run smoothly." 

The analogy was simple but effective, and Yang Yang nodded in understanding. 

"But remember, while a machine is predictable, we are human beings. Each player is an independent individual with their own thoughts and instincts. To get two people on the same wavelength is challenging enough, let alone an entire team. Coordinating the actions of eleven players simultaneously is incredibly difficult." 

Yang Yang could indeed imagine the complexity of this task. Even at a club like Ajax, where many players had trained together since childhood, achieving that level of synchronicity during a match was no small feat. 

"However," Van Basten continued, "when multiple players—or ideally, all players—unify their thoughts, align their intentions, and move in the same direction, the team's play becomes exceptionally fluid. Whether attacking or defending, everything seems to click, just like when a basketball team goes on a scoring run." 

"Some refer to this as 'Flow' or 'Momentum,'" Van Basten added. 

A lightbulb went off in Yang Yang's mind as he suddenly grasped the concept. This so-called "momentum" was likely what he had sensed during the game—the phenomenon that coaches and players sometimes describe as being 'in the zone.' It's an intangible force, difficult to quantify scientifically, yet undeniably present on the pitch, which explained why even Zax, the advanced AI, couldn't provide an answer. 

Reflecting on the previous night's match, Yang Yang realized that Real Madrid's four goals in quick succession were a result of such momentum. The Galácticos had found their rhythm, moving as one cohesive unit, and it was this collective energy that overwhelmed Ajax. Yet, after the victory seemed secured, that momentum faded as some players' focus waned, causing Real Madrid to revert to their previous rhythm. 

In those final moments, Ajax had begun to gather their own momentum, which was what had given Yang Yang that powerful feeling that another goal was within reach—if only they had more time, and if Raul Bravo's injury hadn't interrupted their flow. 

"So, that's what happened," Yang Yang muttered to himself, finally at peace with the understanding that what he had experienced was a rare but real phenomenon on the football field. 

But soon, another thought began to take shape in Yang Yang's mind. 

"Marco," Yang Yang began thoughtfully, "from what you're saying, is this kind of momentum only created through the collective effort of the team?" 

Van Basten smiled, a glint of appreciation in his eyes, and shook his head gently. "No, not entirely. While teamwork is certainly a crucial component, there's another layer to it. Sometimes, a player with exceptional ability can act as a catalyst, guiding the team and shaping the rhythm of the game around themselves. These players are often the heart and soul of their teams." 

He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "Many coaches, when preparing their strategies, will focus on neutralizing such players. The idea is to disrupt their rhythm, prevent them from dictating the pace, because if they can impose their will on the game, they can elevate the entire team and create that momentum we talked about." 

As Van Basten spoke, Yang Yang was reminded of a saying often heard in his homeland: The situation creates the hero, but the hero often creates the situation. It struck him how true this was on the football pitch as well. 

Reflecting on Ajax's current squad, Yang Yang realized that while Van der Vaart was the captain and certainly a key player, he wasn't quite the player who could consistently drive the team forward in such a manner. Neither were Ibrahimović, Sneijder, Wesley Sonck, nor De Jong and Heitinga in the midfield and backline. Despite their talents, Ajax lacked that singular figure who could inspire and direct the team's efforts—a true soul core. 

"The momentum is like a river," Van Basten continued, "and the players are the fish swimming within it. When you go with the current, everything becomes easier, more fluid. But if you try to swim against it, you find yourself struggling, expending more effort for less reward." 

Van Basten's analogy left a deep impression on Yang Yang. As he connected these insights with his own experiences, particularly during the match the night before, the truth of Van Basten's words became ever clearer. He vividly recalled the periods when Ajax's play had flowed smoothly and the contrasting moments of struggle. 

However, another question soon emerged in Yang Yang's mind. 

"If that's the case, Marco," Yang Yang said after a moment of contemplation, "does that mean that if we can tap into that momentum when we face Real Madrid again in two weeks, we have a real chance of leveling the score—or even turning it around?" 

Van Basten smiled, nodding in appreciation. "Exactly. You're thinking in the right direction." 

But then, the Dutch legend's expression grew more serious as he continued. "In theory, it's as you say. However, in practice, it's far more challenging to achieve. It's not just about tactics that can restrain the opponent; it also requires a collective effort from the players on the pitch, all working together, moving in sync. And this is something that neither the head coach nor a single player can easily accomplish on their own." 

Yang Yang nodded, understanding that if it were easy, this kind of momentum wouldn't be such a rare and powerful phenomenon. Moreover, he knew that while Ajax would be striving to harness this force, Real Madrid would be equally determined to impose their own rhythm and neutralize Ajax's efforts. Both sides would be locked in a tactical and psychological battle, each trying to outmaneuver the other. 

"But how does someone create a situation that works in their favor?" Yang Yang asked, his curiosity piqued. 

Van Basten sighed, shaking his head. "That's not an easy question to answer. It varies greatly depending on the individual. Each player has their own personality, technical characteristics, and playing habits, so it's hard to generalize. Take Zidane, for example. He has an uncanny ability, almost like a sixth sense, where he seems to know what's going to happen before it does." 

Yang Yang's eyes widened with excitement. "Is it like he can predict the future?" 

Van Basten chuckled. "Not exactly. It's not magic—it's a calculation, an incredibly complex one, but a calculation nonetheless." 

Yang Yang nodded, trying to wrap his mind around the concept, though he knew he wasn't yet capable of such intricate calculations—at least not at this stage in his career. 

"Some forwards are particularly adept at this kind of calculation," Van Basten explained. "They have an acute sense of timing and space. They know how to move into the right areas, not just for themselves but also in a way that opens up opportunities for their teammates. It's not just about running into space; it's about running in a way that creates a passing lane, making it easier for your teammate to find you. That's where the real skill lies." 

Yang Yang nodded eagerly, absorbing the lesson. The level of mental calculation involved was indeed staggering. 

"There are also players who excel at observing and identifying open spaces," Van Basten continued. "It's like they're playing a game of Tetris, constantly shifting pieces around. They know how to maneuver their teammates and the ball to maintain fluidity in the attack. Then there are those with extraordinary game-reading abilities. They see the entire pitch as if from above, noticing every detail—the positioning of the defenders, the angles, the space, and the potential passing lanes. They know exactly how to deliver the ball in a way that maximizes the chances of success." 

Yang Yang was awestruck. "That's incredible." 

Van Basten nodded. "It is. And these players, through their unique abilities, can shape the game around them, creating situations that favor their team. They can organize the players, control the tempo, and build the momentum needed to score and win the match." 

Yang Yang continued to nod, beginning to piece together the puzzle. The conversation had opened up a world of ideas, but it also left him with even more questions. Yet, this time, he didn't voice them. He knew that some things needed to be discovered through experience—through trial and error, and a deep personal understanding. 

Van Basten observed Yang Yang with a mix of interest and admiration. The young man's intense focus, the way he furrowed his brow in deep thought, was telling. Occasionally, when something clicked, Yang Yang's expression would shift subtly, revealing a flash of insight. It was clear that he was internalizing the conversation, turning it over in his mind. 

Van Basten recalled a conversation with Ruud Krol, who had once described Yang Yang as a player with a sharp mind, someone who learned quickly and rarely repeated mistakes. Krol had likened him to a prodigy on the football field, a young genius who prepared meticulously for every match, much like a top student studying for an exam. 

At the time, Van Basten had taken the praise with a grain of salt, but now, seeing Yang Yang's thoughtful demeanor, he understood what Krol meant. 

The concept of momentum and game awareness was something many professional players never fully grasped, even after years in the sport. Some went their entire careers without ever truly understanding the nuances of the game—how to read the flow, how to create or capitalize on moments of opportunity. Such players often became mere cogs in the machine, executing the coach's instructions without ever thinking critically about the game. 

Others might stumble upon an understanding of their role within a particular tactical framework, but if they were ever moved to a different team or system, they would struggle, unable to adapt. These players might shine briefly, like a meteor flashing across the sky, only to fade just as quickly. 

Then there were the few who, after years of experience, began to think more deeply about the game. These players learned to craft situations to their advantage, to turn the tide even when things weren't going their way. Once they figured it out, they often entered the golden years of their careers, becoming the core of their teams or indispensable leaders. Their understanding of the game elevated them, allowing them to achieve lasting greatness. 

But rarer still were those with an innate understanding—players who, from their debut, seemed to know exactly how to play. These were the prodigies, the ones who rose to the top swiftly and consistently, never ceasing to improve, reaching extraordinary heights. 

Ronaldo was a prime example. From the moment he stepped onto the pitch, he had an almost supernatural understanding of the game. He became the decisive factor in countless matches, often leading his team to victory single-handedly. Sadly, injuries had curtailed what could have been an even more legendary career. 

In contrast, Zidane was a player who matured into his role. He accumulated experience and wisdom over time, eventually becoming one of the most formidable playmakers in football history, whether at Juventus or Real Madrid. 

Van Basten also recalled a recent interview with Dennis Bergkamp in The Guardian, where the Dutchman criticized Premier League players, likening them more to track athletes than footballers. He lamented their focus on physicality and speed at the expense of insight and tactical understanding. Bergkamp argued that modern players had become overly reliant on strict tactical instructions, losing the ability to think for themselves. They lacked the self-reflection needed to adapt and grow within the game. 

Van Basten couldn't help but agree with Bergkamp's assessment. He often remembered how Arrigo Sacchi, his coach at AC Milan, had drilled into them the importance of playing football with their brains. It was a lesson that stuck with him throughout his career. 

And now, looking at Yang Yang, Van Basten saw a young player who embodied that philosophy. At just seventeen, Yang Yang was already contemplating concepts that many professionals never grasped. If he could continue to develop this understanding, there was no telling what heights he might reach. 

Van Basten didn't know exactly how far Yang Yang would go, but he was excited to find out. One thing was certain: this young man had the potential to become something truly special, and that was exactly what Ajax—and football—needed. 

He was confident that Van Gaal and Ronald Koeman shared his sentiments. 

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As evening descended, Yang Yang's thoughts remained fixated on his conversation with Van Basten. The discussion had been a revelation, as though someone had opened a window in a previously impenetrable wall, allowing him to glimpse a world beyond that he had never truly seen before. Now, he was determined to find the door that would lead him into that new world. 

Yet, it was clear that not everyone around him shared this same sense of urgency or curiosity. 

Maxwell and Vermaelen, two of his closest teammates, seemed puzzled by the ideas Yang Yang had shared. They lacked the patience or perhaps the inclination to delve into such abstract concepts. Instead, their focus was on something far more immediate: how they could win the ongoing card game. 

The Swedish striker Zlatan Ibrahimović, as flamboyant as ever, had an even more dismissive reaction. 

After Yang Yang had finished recounting his conversation with Van Basten, Ibrahimović slapped his thigh and jumped to his feet. "I've got a superpower too," he declared with his trademark bravado. 

Yang Yang looked at him, slightly bemused. "Oh? And what's that?" 

"My superpower," Zlatan announced, puffing out his chest as if he were donning a superhero's cape, "is that no matter how you pass the ball to me, I'll find a way to put it in the back of the net." He struck a pose, gazing up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, a smug expression on his face. 

Maxwell, who had been watching the scene unfold, shook his head and sighed. "You're supposed to be playing cards, Zlatan, not posing for a photo." 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sitting down," Zlatan replied, albeit reluctantly. 

Maxwell couldn't resist poking fun at him. "Come on, man. You know as well as I do that if you ask anyone—from Van Gaal to Koeman, or any player on the team—they'll tell you your shooting efficiency isn't exactly top-notch. Your conversion rate could use some work, yet here you are, bragging about your 'superpower.'" 

Zlatan, who had been on a winning streak at cards, found himself momentarily silenced, a rare occurrence. He muttered something under his breath but dared not respond too loudly. After all, he had been caught out by the truth. 

Yang Yang shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. He knew better than to force the issue with his friends. It was clear that they had little interest in the deeper aspects of the game that had been consuming his thoughts. Why push them into a discussion they weren't eager to have? 

The truth was, the life of a professional footballer could be rather monotonous, especially in the evenings. With paparazzi lurking at every corner, stepping out to public places was more trouble than it was worth. A single photo could make the tabloids by morning, leading to unwanted attention and potentially a stern talking-to from the club's management. It was far simpler, and safer, to stay in. 

And so, their evenings were often spent at home. Tonight, Maxwell, Vermaelen, and Zlatan were engrossed in their card game, the stakes kept low to avoid turning friendly competition into something more serious. 

Yang Yang, for his part, wasn't much for gambling. Instead, he usually contented himself with watching TV, reading a book, or surfing the internet. Dutch television didn't particularly interest him, so more often than not, he would use his computer to download TV shows or movies from back home. The internet provided a window to the wider world, and Yang Yang was curious about everything. 

Lately, he had been fascinated by a popular blog in China. Though he hadn't created one himself, he enjoyed reading posts, particularly those from his friend Wei Zhen, who updated his blog almost daily. It had become a habit for Yang Yang to check the blog whenever he had a free moment. 

Tonight, as Yang Yang opened the blog titled The Drama Show of the Little Girl Next Door, something unexpected caught his eye—a photo of a girl, so striking that he felt his breath hitch. 

She was stunning. 

In the picture, she was wearing a crisp white school uniform, her face framed by a cascade of dark hair. There was an air of innocence about her, but also a quiet confidence that made her stand out. For a moment, Yang Yang couldn't think of a single word that could do her beauty justice 

In the accompanying blog post, Wei Zhen mentioned that nearly all the boys at their school were smitten with her. Seeing the photo, Yang Yang found himself in complete agreement. 

He was utterly captivated.