Well, what to say.

As the classics said-the end is somewhat predictable.

Though right till the very end I believed that, just a little bit everybody would turn up alive, the wounded come back, all the Ugartes and de Ligts would appear, and the bald ship would rush forward, ramming into everything that comes into its way.
At first, Ten Hag looked like some fighting Brother, who seriously got down to business and introduced the basics of special Tai Chi Chuan gymnastics. He shouted, drove his subordinates under the stream, and the idea of ​​​​recreating Ajax did not even seem so absurd.

Although later in the text, we will separately note the idiocy of the new management that missed the time and opportunities for changes, gave ETH a complete carte blanche for transfers, and lost all potential replacements. For all that, disappointed, they fired the coach at the end of October.