Chapitre 161: First Leg UEFA Cup Quarter-Final I
The morning after Ajax's victory over Heerenveen, Guido Albers arrived at Yang Yang's door right on time. Today, he would be taking Chen Tao to a training session with Utrecht, a club south of Amsterdam.
Utrecht was a solid team, currently sitting in ninth place in the Eredivisie. However, they'd struggled offensively this season, with only 27 goals scored in 27 league games. Coach Foeke Booy was looking to revamp the team's attack over the summer, and Chen Tao's trial was an opportunity for him to make an impression.
Over the past few days, Chen Tao had been training with Ajax and working to adjust to the time difference. His talent and dedication hadn't gone unnoticed; Ajax's coaching staff were impressed with his skills. However, with Ajax's roster depth, especially in his position, there were already strong players like De Mul, Daniel de Ridder, and Mitea, along with promising talent from the youth team, leaving limited room for Chen Tao.
Yang Yang had been a constant support, giving Chen Tao a full rundown of the Eredivisie and sharing his experiences playing against Utrecht, offering advice and encouragement without holding back.
"Work hard! You've got this!" Yang Yang encouraged him.
Standing at the doorway, Chen Tao nodded with determination and reached out to embrace his friend. Yang Yang had done everything he could as a friend and teammate; now, it was up to Chen Tao. If he couldn't secure a place in European football, he knew he'd have no choice but to accept his fate.
"Don't worry," Albers said with a reassuring smile. "Both Ronald Koeman and Ruud Krol respect players who show talent and work ethic. You're young, just 20—a perfect age for the Eredivisie."
Dutch football teams highly valued young players, especially those with Chen Tao's potential, and with his current market value, Albers felt confident about his prospects.
"Utrecht is just the first stop," Albers continued, outlining his plans. "I've also been in touch with clubs like NAC Breda and Heerenveen. I've even sent inquiries to Genk and Anderlecht in the Belgian Jupiler League. We'll arrange trials with each team, one by one—trust me, we'll find a place for him."
Yang Yang nodded, trusting Albers' experience and network. "Thank you, Guido. I'd appreciate it if you could keep an eye out for him."
Albers chuckled, assuring Yang Yang there was nothing to worry about.
Since Utrecht was close to Amsterdam, Chen Tao would be back by nightfall. Yet, bringing him to Europe felt like a responsibility to Yang Yang, one he was determined to see through.
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After seeing Chen Tao and Albers off, Yang Yang headed out for his usual morning exercise.
Everything felt routine, but as he scanned the morning papers, he noticed a distinct shift in the Dutch media's tone. Reports in De Telegraaf, Algemeen Dagblad, and Voetbal International were now placing Yang Yang as the top contender for the league's best scorer. His recent goal streak had been impressive, nearly a goal in every game, which had caught the media's attention.
Kuyt, on the other hand, had failed to score for four consecutive rounds, sparking criticism and doubt from many outlets. Some reporters even began speculating that Yang Yang could become the youngest top scorer in Eredivisie history, breaking the record set by Ronaldo.
Yang Yang read these comments with a neutral expression. He knew how quickly the media's opinion could change. One week they praised him, but he knew that if Kuyt regained his scoring form while Yang Yang went a game without scoring, they'd shift their focus back to Kuyt without hesitation. For the press, whoever held the hype value got the spotlight, and there was little loyalty in their coverage.
After finishing breakfast and putting the paper aside, Yang Yang returned to De Toekomst's gym, resuming his post-game training routine.
At noon, however, something unusual happened. Ronald Koeman sent Ruud Krol to the lounge to fetch Yang Yang and asked him to come to the coach's office.
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"I asked you here mainly because I want to hear your thoughts," Ronald Koeman said with a smile.
"Me?" Yang Yang was surprised, even a bit flattered.
Typically, the coaching staff only consulted the team's core players on important matters—captains or influential figures like Van der Vaart and Ibrahimovic. This season at Ajax, aside from captain Galásek, only Sneijder received such treatment. Even Heitinga, known for his solid defending, wasn't usually asked.
"Don't be nervous," Ruud Krol added with a grin. "We just want to hear your thoughts about the team's upcoming schedule. Speak freely."
This was the first time Yang Yang had been consulted this way, and he was unsure how to respond. The schedule seemed straightforward—just one match after another, right? What was there to say?
Koeman and Krol exchanged a glance, both appearing a bit amused. They knew Yang Yang was entirely focused on the game itself, rarely concerning himself with other details. But with his rising importance in the team, it was becoming essential to consider his perspective before making major decisions.
It wasn't that Yang Yang would disrupt any plans; it was simply a sign of respect.
"Here's the situation," Koeman explained. "We're still competing on three fronts. As you know, we're using a rotation lineup for the Dutch Cup. But the real focus is on the league and the UEFA Cup."
Yang Yang nodded, listening intently.
"There are seven rounds left in the league, and the points gap between us, PSV, and Alkmaar is incredibly tight. Any one of us could take the title—or drop out of the top three altogether, missing out on Champions League qualification next season. We can't afford any slip-ups. We need to give the league our full focus."
Participating in the Champions League means a substantial financial boost for Ajax, bringing in over ten million euros. This income makes a significant difference to the club's budget, and for players like Yang Yang, the Champions League is an irresistible stage.
Especially for Yang Yang.
With his exceptional performance this season, rumors had already started circulating that he might leave Ajax this summer. The club, however, hadn't confirmed any stance, mainly because they felt Yang Yang hadn't yet reached the perfect moment to make a transfer. He was still improving, growing with each game, and selling him now would mean missing out on his peak potential and value.
Yet, it was clear to everyone that failing to secure a Champions League spot could increase the chances of Yang Yang's departure. He had openly shared his ambition to prove himself in the Champions League. Last season, he had mostly played as a substitute during Ajax's Champions League victory, but this time, he wanted to lead the team as a core player.
The Champions League is where players take their first steps onto the giant stage.
For Ajax, securing the league title was a must.
"We're in the UEFA Cup quarterfinals, and our next opponent is strong—Villarreal from La Liga," Koeman explained. "Some believe we should push for both titles. Our squad has the depth to handle competing on two fronts."
His words made Yang Yang pause and think.
It was a tough choice. Focusing entirely on the league was conservative yet stable. Pursuing both the league and the UEFA Cup would be more ambitious. Although the UEFA Cup isn't the Champions League, it's still a prestigious European tournament, and Villarreal is a top team from La Liga. If Ajax could overcome them, they'd have a real shot against the remaining teams.
However, the risks of such a strategy were high; one misstep could mean coming away empty-handed.
"Yang, don't feel pressured," Krol added. "We're just gathering thoughts. The final decision will be made by the coaching staff and the technical department."
Yang Yang understood his role. He was aware that his input wouldn't dictate Ajax's approach but still appreciated being asked.
"In my view, both options have merit," Yang Yang said thoughtfully. "But if you want my opinion, I'd lean toward pursuing both."
Koeman and Krol exchanged a knowing glance, smiling as if they had expected this answer from Yang Yang.
"And why is that?" Koeman prompted.
"I believe we have the strength to compete on both fronts. Honestly, it was disappointing to exit the Champions League in the group stage this season, but back then, we weren't fully prepared. Now, after a season of building our chemistry and refining our tactics, I feel we're ready to handle two competitions."
He paused, adding, "And if we avoid playing on two fronts now, what will happen next season?"
Koeman and Krol nodded. They knew Yang Yang as a player with confidence and ambition, someone who always pushed himself and wasn't satisfied with the status quo. So, it didn't surprise them that he'd choose the bolder path.
"Then you'd better prepare yourself for a serious battle," Koeman advised.
Yang Yang nodded, a small smile on his face. "For me, this is a test of my strength."
After all, he had endured years of rigorous training, day in and day out. If he could push through that, he believed he could handle anything.
"Alright, we'll review everything and have a final plan soon," Koeman said, wrapping up the meeting.
Yang Yang stood to leave but turned back before heading out the door.
"Coach," he said, looking directly at Koeman.
"Yes?"
"Trust me. We'll finish this season on top—the UEFA Cup, next season's Champions League qualification, even the league title and top scorer award. I believe we'll be the ones celebrating in the end."
With that, Yang Yang left the room.
Koeman and Krol exchanged looks, both clearly impressed.
Confidence!
In that regard, Yang Yang had the same fire as his friend Ibrahimovic. But unlike the Swedish striker, Yang Yang carried his confidence quietly, matched by relentless effort and resilience.
And when a player like that reaches their full potential, the results can be extraordinary.
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After the regular training session, Yang Yang and a few teammates stayed back to put in some extra practice.
Maicon and Filipe Luís took charge of delivering crosses from both wings, while Yang Yang stationed himself just outside the penalty area, waiting to pounce. Vermaelen took on the role of defending him, trying to block Yang Yang's runs and challenge him for the ball. Meanwhile, filling in as goalkeeper was the "unlucky" Danish striker, Nicklas Bendtner.
Bendtner had seen considerable time off the bench this season, showing promise with a few goals and assists in both the Dutch Cup and the league. Ajax was even considering moving on from Anastasiou to clear the way for Bendtner's development.
But recently, he'd made the mistake of betting against Yang Yang and had lost, leaving him with the not-so-glamorous role of training goalkeeper. However, over time, he'd come to see the upside. Practicing alongside Yang Yang was honing his skills, and now he approached the goal line with a grin, ready for the challenge.
Yang Yang had even encouraged him, claiming that time spent in goal would improve his understanding of goalkeepers' reactions and make him a better striker.
Despite this, it was clear that Bendtner had little natural talent as a goalkeeper.
Yang Yang repeatedly darted into the box, connecting with Maicon and Filipe Luís's crosses and slotting the ball into the net again and again.
Maxwell, Heitinga, and the others watching on the sidelines couldn't help but join in on the teasing.
"Nicklas! What kind of goalkeeping is that?" Maxwell called out, laughing. "Move, stretch, do something!"
"And Thomas, stick to him! Don't let him slip past you so easily!" Maxwell added.
"Oh, come on! You let him score that one too?" Maxwell groaned dramatically, egging them on.
Exasperated but amused, Vermaelen finally booted the ball away in mock anger, turning to his heckling teammates. "If you think it's that easy, you get in here!" he snapped, drawing laughter from everyone.
"This guy's like an eel," Vermaelen muttered, shaking his head. "One quick move and he's past you before you even blink."
Heitinga, who had also defended against Yang Yang in training, nodded with understanding. "Yeah, it's like trying to mark a ghost."
Over the past several months of strength training, Yang Yang's body had become stronger and more powerful, though deceptively so. With his slim frame, he looked nearly the same in his jersey as he always had. But that lean appearance was misleading; now, when he suddenly burst into action, his strength and speed took his opponents by surprise.
Yang Yang was quick off the mark, agile in tight spaces, and had an impressive ability to turn sharply with the ball. The combination of speed, control, and tactical awareness made him a nightmare for defenders, whether in practice or on the field.
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"Yang, did the boss ask for your thoughts?" Sneijder asked with interest as Yang Yang walked off the field to grab some water. Bendtner had taken a break from his temporary goalkeeper role to train alongside them for a while.
"Yeah, he did. What about you?" Yang Yang replied openly. This wasn't exactly a secret.
"He asked me too," Sneijder said with a nod. "I told him I hoped the team would compete for both the UEFA Cup and the league."
Yang Yang was a bit surprised but quickly understood. He and Sneijder shared the same ambition.
Though Sneijder usually kept a low profile and didn't seem overly competitive, Yang Yang knew better. Behind that calm exterior, Sneijder was driven. Unlike Van der Vaart, Sneijder hadn't been gifted with natural brilliance; he had built his success through hard work.
At such a young age, Sneijder had already established himself as a crucial figure in Ajax's midfield. His performances last season were exceptional; he'd even carried the team through rough patches. However, with Ibrahimovic's rise, Van der Vaart's return to form, and Yang Yang's own breakout, Sneijder had found himself overshadowed.
For Koeman to consult with both Yang Yang and Sneijder—alongside captain Galásek—spoke volumes about how highly the coaching staff valued them.
Like Yang Yang, Sneijder wanted to step out from the shadows of Van der Vaart and Ibrahimovic. This was his chance to solidify his role in the midfield and contribute to Ajax's success.
"We're on the same page, then," Yang Yang said with a smile.
"But it's risky," Maxwell noted, looking thoughtful.
Yang Yang nodded. "But the reward is worth it."
Winning the Champions League last season had been unforgettable. If they could add the UEFA Cup to their achievements, they would cement their place in Ajax history as one of the club's most legendary teams.
To become a legend was something truly special. Figures like Van Basten showed that. After retiring, with limited coaching experience, he'd begun with Ajax's second team before moving on to coach the Dutch national team. And Van Gaal, another icon, had paved the way for Arie Haan to join Ajax, while the club itself had supported Yang Yang by allowing him to play in the Asian Youth Championship without hesitation.
A playing career lasted only a few years, maybe a decade or so, but a legend's name lived on—sometimes forever.
"You're right," Heitinga agreed. "We should go for both. Even if we end up with nothing, it's worth the fight."
"Exactly. We're in the quarterfinals, and it's not like we're facing any unbeatable teams. Why hold back?" De Jong added, clearly in support.
Maicon and the others practicing nearby also voiced their agreement, calling out that they should push for both competitions.
"Someone once told me that the human body has no limits," Yang Yang said, his voice confident. "If your willpower is strong, if you're willing to push through pain and hardship, the potential you unlock is incredible. I believe that."
Around him, his teammates nodded in agreement, inspired by his determination.
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In the distance, through the window of the head coach's office, Ronald Koeman silently watched the scene on the training ground.
Behind him, assistant coach Ruud Krol and Arie van Eijden from the technical department observed with serious expressions.
They had just wrapped up a lengthy discussion, primarily focused on Ajax's upcoming schedule. Management favored caution, aiming for stability, while the coaching staff believed it was worth taking a risk.
Both viewpoints made sense, especially considering that Ajax had only recently emerged from financial struggles.
"The biggest difference between our team and others is our youth," Koeman said, breaking the silence. He turned from the window, walked back to the sofa, and sat across from van Eijden, speaking in a calm, steady tone.
"Our average age is just 22. Even compared to other Dutch teams, let alone the big European clubs, we're one of the youngest squads. These young players are full of energy, the team atmosphere is positive, and everyone's eager to give their best. That's what sets us apart from the others."
He gestured toward the window. "Arie, take a look outside. It's been over an hour since training ended, and yet so many players stayed behind to practice. Tell me, which other team has this kind of drive?"
Van Eijden was quiet, acknowledging the point. The atmosphere within Ajax was remarkably strong. There was competition, yes, but unlike last season's fractured locker room, the players now had a supportive, united relationship. There was a healthy blend of experienced players and young talent, who pushed one another yet remained cohesive.
Even PSV, with Hiddink's steady leadership, didn't enjoy the same harmonious dressing room that Ajax did.
"Management is risk-averse and wants stability. That's understandable," Koeman continued, "but these young players are raring to go. They need the chance to push themselves, to experience both the successes and challenges. This trust in youth—that's part of Ajax's legacy."
Supporting young talent and giving them room to develop was, after all, an Ajax tradition. For any other club, it would be nearly unthinkable for someone like Yang Yang to hold a crucial first-team role at just 18. But this was Ajax, one of the G14 giants, and here, that kind of trust was woven into the club's fabric.
"Alright," van Eijden sighed, nodding. "I'll go back and speak with Michael. I'll do my best to get management and the board on board with your plan."
Koeman and Krol both smiled, but van Eijden added a caveat.
"But you have to promise me one thing."
"What's that?"
"Have a backup plan for everything—no taking unnecessary risks."
"Agreed," Koeman replied firmly.
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April 7, Villarreal, Spain – Estadio El Madrigal
In the first leg of the UEFA Cup quarterfinals, Ajax faced a daunting challenge, traveling to Spain to take on Villarreal at Estadio El Madrigal.
Under the guidance of Chilean coach Manuel Pellegrini, the Yellow Submarine had been performing exceptionally well, currently sitting third in La Liga. This season, Villarreal had demonstrated strength both domestically and in Europe. At their fortress, El Madrigal, they had only suffered one loss—a 0-2 defeat to Deportivo La Coruña.
Otherwise, Villarreal had been nearly unstoppable at home. Real Madrid managed only a 0-0 draw here, while Barcelona fell 1-3, Valencia 1-3, and Atlético Madrid 2-3. In European competition, they'd defeated Middlesbrough and Dynamo Kyiv, both by a scoreline of 2-0. Their impressive home form made Ajax approach the match with added caution.
Ronald Koeman opted for a 4-3-3 formation, with Galásek and De Jong forming a double pivot in midfield to add defensive stability. Ajax was ready to absorb pressure and wait for the right opportunity to counter.
But within the first 12 minutes, Villarreal struck. Riquelme, on loan from Barcelona, picked up the ball in midfield, gliding past De Jong with skill and precision. After a quick one-two with his teammate, he unleashed a powerful long-range shot.
The ball hit the back of the net!
"Gooooooooooooal!"
The Estadio El Madrigal erupted, fans roaring as they chanted Riquelme's name.
"Riquelme! The magician from Argentina! He's given Villarreal a dream start!"
The cheers at Estadio El Madrigal grew louder, and the momentum shifted decisively. For Ajax, this stunning opening felt like a warning shot, hinting that a long, punishing night might lie ahead.
A fantastic goal, a roaring home crowd, and Villarreal's stars in full stride—everything pointed to a coming storm Ajax might not escape.
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