Sunday afternoon, Amsterdam's Southeast New Town, De Toekomst.
The new season of the Dutch Youth First Division had finally kicked off.
In the opening round, Ajax's Second Team hosted Vitesse's Second Team.
Vitesse's starting left-back, Reo Ramos, looked nervously at the black-haired, yellow-skinned Chinese player before him, his eyes filled with wariness. He had heard that just three days ago, the other player had come on as a substitute for thirty minutes in the opening round of the Dutch Cup and had performed exceptionally well. The Head Coach had repeatedly warned him to be careful before the match.
This season would be the final one in which Reo Ramos could determine his own fate. Either he would make it into the First Team, or he would be forced to leave Vitesse's Second Team. As for where he would go, he had no idea.
He had performed well in the opening match of the new season and hoped to continue that form in this game. That would give his campaign a good start, making him more certain of himself and more confident.
Thinking of this, Reo Ramos looked at the Chinese player before him again, his eyes filled with determination.
In this match, he would completely shut down his opponent.
Yang Yang had no idea what his opponent was thinking. He had merely sensed, instinctively, the hostility this Dutch left-back felt toward him.
But that was normal in a football match, especially in a contest at this level.
On the sidelines, his uncle Shen Ming and his family of three had arrived. They had once again made a special trip to cheer him on.
Ibrahimovic, who had thrown a furious tantrum last night and sulked because he had been unable to play, had also come. Besides his old buddy