"Hmph, you actually dared to come at me again."
When Vincent Weijl saw Yang Yang charging at him with the ball once more, he sneered inwardly.
As a left-footer, he had possessed outstanding physical abilities from a young age. He had long been the left-back of the youth team, though he had forgotten exactly when that started, and had risen through the ranks all the way into Ajax's Youth Training Camp from that position.
His excellent physicality and solid defensive skills were what allowed him to establish himself in the Ajax Youth Team.
Precisely because of that, he had always looked down on Emanuelson, who had taken up football halfway through life, loved attacking, and was a complete mess defensively. He also thought little of this skinny Chinese kid in front of him. Especially after successfully stopping him head-on just now, his confidence had soared.
"Fine. I'll let you suffer again."
Looking at the approaching Yang Yang, Vincent Weijl wore a mocking smile.
The years of training in Ajax's Youth Training Camp had not been for nothing. Vincent Weijl had a solid defensive foundation. As he watched Yang Yang dribble toward him step by step, he focused on observing his opponent, ready to close in whenever the chance arose.
Vincent Weijl silently calculated the distance. His feet kept shifting back and forth as he tested Yang Yang and disrupted his dribbling rhythm. Yang Yang, however, remained completely unmoved. He maintained his own rhythm and continued approaching step by step.
"This kid's asking to get himself killed!" Vincent Weijl gritted his teeth.
But just then, Yang Yang suddenly lowered his left shoulder and looked to the left. His hands made a slight movement as well, leading Vincent Weijl to judge in an instant that the kid was going left—in other words,