Wow!!!
It was not until the head referee blew his whistle to signal that the goal was valid that wave after wave of astonishment finally swept through the stadium.
All the fans were startled by this sudden turn of events. None of them had expected a substitution by Ajax's Second Team to produce such an immediate effect.
The media reporters sitting in the stands were especially shocked.
"Who is this number twenty-one?"
"What's his background?"
"Which country is he from? How old is he? When did he join Ajax?"
Everyone read a wealth of information from the shock and questions on the others' faces. Astonishingly, no one knew anything about that number twenty-one.
Who was he?
When he had first come on, he had made a beautiful individual breakthrough, but no one had paid much attention to it at the time. After all, it was perfectly normal for someone to complete a fine dribble in an Ajax Second Team match.
But that move just now had clearly been different. He had dribbled past two opponents in succession before sending the ball across the middle.
It could be said that if credit for Ajax's second goal were to be assigned, he deserved the most. The goalscorer, Fred Benson, had seemed more like someone who had picked up a huge bargain in front of the goal. That black-haired Oriental youngster had been the true mastermind.
But who exactly was he?
While everyone was still completely baffled, a young colleague beside them pushed up his thick, black-framed glasses and timidly raised his hand. In a soft voice, he said, "Maybe I know him."
The reporters all turned to look at the youngster. His face instantly flushed red. Everyone present was his senior.
"Who are you?" one of the veteran reporters asked.
Hearing