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Qin Xiong made his professional debut in the second round of the Dutch Cup between FC Eamonn and Ajax. He scored a goal and assisted a brace, helping the team to sweep FC Eamonn with a score of 6: 0 and advance to the next round.
He became the best player of the match with his outstanding individual performance.
On the way back to Amsterdam, the night was getting darker. Qin Xiong and Snede, who had also performed well, sat side by side on the bus. The two of them had a simple chat.
This was the first time he had a non-formal chat with his teammates since he entered the First Team. It could also be said that he had made his first friend in the First Team, Snede.
Although Snede was not a native of Amsterdam, it was normal for him to consider himself a native of Ajax.
Just like how Beckham was not a native of Manchester, but the blood of the Red Devils flowed through his veins.
Snede began to understand Qin Xiong and introduced him to the situation in the First Team in more depth.
For example, Van Der Vaart was dissatisfied with the withdrawal from the frontline. For example, Ibrahimovic's arrogance sometimes made the atmosphere in the team tense. For example, he observed the changes in the Ajax Club in recent years from his point of view. They had become more utilitarian and less ambitious.
When they returned to Amsterdam, there was no need to return to the club. They would be disbanded on the spot. Qin Xiong got off the bus near Wardle Street but was stopped by the accompanying staff.
"Qin Xiong, where's your jersey?"
Qin Xiong patted his shoulder bag outside the bus and said, "It's here."
The staff member in charge of the team's miscellaneous items asked in amusement, "You should give me your jersey. Don't tell me you want to wash your own jersey? It's not like ten years ago. Oh, even ten years ago, there would be youth team players doing this. "
Of course, the First Team players did not need to wash their own jerseys. Now, the youth team players did not need to wash their own jerseys. But ten years ago, it was common for the youth team players to wash the jerseys and clean the shoes of their seniors.
Qin Xiong scratched his head and forced himself to nod. "Yes, I plan to wash it myself."
The other party was just joking. He thought that Qin Xiong had forgotten to pass the jersey to him. This was to make it easier for him to manage. After all, most of the First Team players were "rich people" and needed others to wait on them. Even if they played well, it was only a professional ability. Some people's lives were a mess and needed someone to take care of them.
The team would manage the players' jerseys and shoes in a unified manner to prevent any players from losing them and causing problems during the game.
"Are you planning to collect the jersey from the first match?"
Qin Xiong raised his head and shook his head. "No, I just want to clean myself. I have no other intentions."
After a moment of silence, the staff member nodded and said, "Okay, I'll ask the club to prepare two more sets of jerseys for you when we get back, in case you forget to bring them. Be careful on your way back, good night."
"Good night."
Carrying his shoulder bag, Qin Xiong left in the direction of Wardell Street. On the bus, Sneijder, who was about to drive home, looked at Qin Xiong's back disappearing into the night with a smile.
This new friend of his really looked like an honest and simple big boy.
After the game, Qin Xiong took a shower. When he returned to his apartment on Wardle Street, he found that Freddy and the others had not yet returned. He took a Spanish teaching book and the dirty jersey and went to the laundromat across the street.
He read the book in the laundromat to self-study, but he felt that he could not focus on the book. The excitement in his heart had not yet dissipated, and scenes from the game uncontrollably appeared in his mind.
Other than today's big victory, Qin Xiong at least confirmed one thing. He had a general understanding of the strength of the Dutch Second Division team. Eamon was a mid-tier team in the Eerste Divisie, and they had gone all out in today's game.
What Qin Xiong was not sure was if he did not have Ajax and his teammates, who were clearly stronger than Eamon, would he have been able to perform so well in the game?
After washing the jersey and drying it, he took it out for a look. The jersey was clearly very clean, but because of a very small stain, he stuffed it back into the washing machine for a second round of washing.
After the second round of washing, he took it out and carefully examined it over and over again. After a long while, he showed a satisfied expression.
It seemed that the jersey was his treasure.
He carried the plastic basket with the neatly folded jerseys in it and was ready to return to his apartment. Just as he walked to the door of his apartment, he heard strange singing.
He turned his head and looked to the east, only to see Freddy, Dekoiz, Peter, and Rutmansen, the four old men, holding beer bottles in their hands. They were clearly in a tipsy state, each of them singing a song and occasionally giggling.
Qin Xiong stared with his eyes wide open. He could not believe it!
After all, he did not know much about Rutmansen and the others. But Freddy, after coming to the Netherlands, made Qin Xiong have a whole new level of respect for him every day.
The English gentleman of the past looked like an old hooligan today.
In addition, Peter and the other two had "revealed their true colors". When the four old men gathered together, it was like a gang of hooligans going out in the middle of the night.
"Hey, Qin Xiong!"
Peter's eyes were sharp. He saw Qin Xiong standing in front of the apartment, dumbstruck. Already half dazed, he walked over to give Qin Xiong a hug and a kiss.
Qin Xiong hurriedly dodged. Before he could open his mouth, Freddy jumped out and shouted, "I remember now!"
The other three old men all looked at Freddy, as if asking, "Remember what?"
Freddy pointed at Qin Xiong and shouted, "He made a bet with you! He scored, today he scored, two goals! You have to honor the bet! "
When he said that, Rutmansen, Dekoiz, and Peter all quivered and instantly sobered up. They looked at Qin Xiong at the same time.
Qin Xiong shrugged, as if it was a matter of course.
That's right, he did score. It was not fake.
The three old men looked at each other. Rutmansen was the first to react. He walked to the trash can outside Dekoiz and threw the beer bottle in. Then he walked back and punched his left palm with his right hand. He said to Qin Xiong earnestly, "Qin Xiong, congratulations on scoring a goal. But it's a pity that you scored in the Dutch Cup. Our agreement was in the Eredivisie, not the Cup. Sigh, continue to work hard."
Qin Xiong grinned. This old man was shameless!
"Yes, yes, yes. Today is the Cup. What's so great about the Cup? Qin Xiong, you still have to work hard and strive to score in the League. I'm waiting to treat you to a free breakfast."
Dekoiz agreed with a few words and yawned. He immediately turned and walked back to his apartment. The big fat man ran quite fast.
Peter returned to his deep state. He patted Qin Xiong on the shoulder and turned to leave.
Freddy put his hands on his hips and laughed.
"Did it say that it had to be the League? It seemed to say that he scored for Ajax's First Team? What's so great about the Cup? What if it's the Champions League? The Champions League is also a Cup. "
"Then let's wait until he scores for Ajax in the Champions League. I'm looking forward to that day!"
Dekoiz's voice floated from a distance.
After the three old men left, Freddy smiled at Qin Xiong and said, "Did you see that? In order to fight for this, you have to score a few goals in the League to show them!"
After saying that, he turned and walked back to his apartment. But he turned back and added, "And the Champions League!"
Qin Xiong did not know whether to laugh or cry. Wardle Street quickly returned to its peaceful state.
With this little episode, Qin Xiong's excitement completely dissipated. He returned to his apartment and slept peacefully.
The next day, the Dutch media, Inter Football, released the Dutch Cup match report.
In fact, just looking at the results, Ajax massacred Eamonn in the away game with a score of 6: 0.
This kind of result was not a big deal and would not surprise the Dutch fans.
After all, the difference in strength was there. It was no exaggeration to say that the strength of Ajax's reserve team was comparable to that of Eamonn's team. As for Ajax's First Team, no matter who was sent on the field, it was not surprising that they would win. Even if they won by six goals, it would not cause too much of a stir.
But Inter Football still made a detailed review of the match.
The subtitle of the report was: China's new star shines in the Dutch Cup match, directing a six-goal massacre!
The article focused on Qin Xiong and objectively commented on Qin Xiong's performance in the match, summarizing his characteristics.
On the other hand, the Chinese football reporters stationed in Europe directly wrote a domineering article title in the report they sent back to China.
"China's Imperial Star rises in Ajax!"
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