Many of the reporters present had also noticed the commotion around the Ajax Second Team bench. They had no interest in the players at all. Aside from a rare few like Babel, they did not even know the names of the other Second Team players.
They only cared about Van Basten and his first match. That would be tomorrow's most eye-catching news.
When Yang Yang returned from warming up and stood beside Van Basten, the reporters noticed him as well.
Everyone saw that the Dutch legend was preparing to send on an Oriental boy with black hair and yellow skin. At that moment, he was warmly draping an arm over Yang Yang's shoulder and pointing toward the pitch as he gave him instructions, while Yang Yang tidied his shorts and nodded repeatedly.
Finally, Van Basten patted Yang Yang encouragingly on the shoulder once more before pushing him out onto the pitch.
This was Van Basten's second substitution of the match.
The previous substitution had clearly failed to produce any results. Would this one be different?
Could Head Coach Van Basten remain as invincible in management as he had been when he played?
Yang Yang had not thought as much as the reporters. He cared about only one thing: how to get onto the pitch and play.
De Mul had performed poorly in his first match, which had given him a rare opportunity. But the prerequisite was that he had to help the team.
He needed to prove to the Head Coach and everyone else that he deserved this starting position.
After completing the substitution formalities with the officials at the sideline, he stood there waiting for a dead-ball opportunity when he suddenly heard shouts from behind him.
He turned around and easily found the figures of his uncle