"Ajax on a quick counterattack."
"Sancho controls the ball on the right side of the penalty area, cuts in from the right, and faces Langley."
"One-on-one. Let's see how Sancho handles this."
"He lays it back..."
"Yang Yang charges up from behind. He's a step late, but arrives at exactly the right moment..."
"He shoots directly!!!!"
"It's in!!!!!"
"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!"
"Just six minutes in, Yang Yang has scored and breached Ter Stegen's goal!"
"My God, that goal came out of nowhere!"
"We can see that although Barcelona played cautiously at the start, they still couldn't stop Ajax's rapid attacks."
"After kickoff, the tempo was immediately dragged to a frantic pace. Ajax's players, including the veteran Yang Yang, already thirty-two years old, seemed completely unconcerned about their stamina. They threw themselves into the press and pressure like maniacs, causing Barcelona's passes from defense and midfield to go wrong again and again."
"This was a textbook Ajax-style counterattack—fast and simple!"
"We saw Ndombele win the ball and immediately pass it to Sancho, targeting the space behind Barcelona's left side."
"Sancho handled it calmly as well. This Ajax youngster, who had been in sensational form this season, faced Langley and handled the ball with great composure. His pass was perfectly weighted, and Yang Yang struck the ball directly into Barcelona's goal!"
"One-nil!"
After the goal, Sancho leaped onto Yang Yang's back and shouted wildly.
Ajax's players rushed over as well, tightly surrounding the two and celebrating exuberantly by the touchline.
The entire Camp Nou erupted in deafening boos, clearly furious at Ajax's ambush.
And the scorer had been Yang Yang!
That damned bastard could score almost every time he faced Barcelona.
It had been the same when he was at Liverpool and Real Madrid, but now that he was with Ajax, he was