Football: I am only 16 years old, and you want me to retire and make a comeback?

Chapter 10 Are you a holding midfielder? I think I am
In the early morning of August 8th, Beijing time, the first round of the 9-2015 Eredivisie season, Feyenoord played against Utrecht.

As early as one hour before the game started, Chinese fans began to visit the website of the Royal Netherlands Football Association.

They want to see a guy's name on the roster.

But didn't see it.

[Where is the Mongol? I stayed up all night and you show me this? ]

[I won’t buy Utrecht jerseys unless Mungo plays! ]

[Eric ten Hag, incompetent! ]

[Disband, disperse, Tang Ye is not on the roster, there is no need to watch this game]

[Wait, let me see what level Utrecht is. If Utrecht is bad, Tang Ye still has a chance to play.]

The game started, still in Wang Chao’s Happy Beans live broadcast room.

The traffic of the Eredivisie is more than twice that of the warm-up matches of the Eredivisie teams, but today there are no one in Wang Chao’s live broadcast room except those loyal bean warriors.

the reason is simple.

That man didn't appear on the list!

"Damn it!"

Wang Chao was a little angry. He just spent 599 to buy an authentic jersey, and you show me this?

Although this is true, Wang Chao noticed someone.

Amrabat, who was promoted to the first team together with Tang Ye!

If he can appear in the starting lineup, then one day our Mengge can also appear in the starting lineup!

"Let's take a look at this game first..."

The referee blew the whistle to start the game. Facing the strong Feyenoord, Ten Hag asked Utrecht players to form a 532 formation.

With 5 defenders, what we need is to seek opportunities to win in a safe way!
The camera turned to the visiting team's bench, where Ten Hag was looking at the situation on the court with a serious face. The bald spot on his head made him look more majestic than an ordinary person.

“Beep, beep, beep—!!!”

At the end of the game, Utrecht lost to Feyenoord with a score of 1:3.

"Fuck, I knew it!"

Wang Chao was very angry. More than ten days ago, when Ten Hag brought Tang Ye to the first team, Wang Chao thought this guy was a capable and famous coach.

If you get Tang Ye on the court, it doesn't matter if you lose, Chinese fans will still support you.

But you dare to leave me, Mengge, in the base without bringing him here?

Just wait for cyberbullying!
After the game, at the press conference, Ten Hag was not feeling very good about losing the game, so when facing the interview with reporters, he chose a way that would make himself feel better.

“We are the winners of this game.”

"They (Feyenoord) played well but our players missed three big chances."

Ten Hag looked at the reporter who was asking the question and said seriously: "I think the score of this game should be 3:4, or 3:5, not 3:1. We missed too many opportunities."

After listening to Ten Hag's words, the reporter nodded and asked his next question: "Before the start of the season, you brought a 16-year-old player from the second team to the first team. This practice caused widespread discussion among fans."

"Joining the first team at the age of 16, is he a genius?"

Ten Hag did not answer the reporter's question immediately. He was silent for a while, then said: "We almost won this game, the victory should have belonged to us"

"..."

……

At noon on the third day after the game, Tang Ye, who had just finished morning training, found Xhaka sitting in the corner with a plate in his hand and walked straight over to him.

"Tang!?"

Seeing Tang Ye walking towards him, Xhaka widened his eyes. Ever since Tang Ye was brought to the first team by Ten Hag as a sparring partner, he could only see his friend once every two or three days.

After Tang Ye put the plate on the table, Zhaka asked in doubt: "Why did you come here to eat?"

"I've been late too many times, and Eric won't let me into the first team cafeteria anymore." Tang Ye dipped some French fries in ketchup and put it in his mouth.

"what?"

Xhaka seemed to have heard something unbelievable: "You are not allowed to enter the first team cafeteria, what about training?"

"Train as usual. I'll be back after lunch."

Tang Ye said this and picked up the pineapple burger from his plate.

"Damn, which genius invented these hamburgers and fries? They're so damn delicious!"

"..."

Zhaka was about to say that eating this kind of food would not make you taller, but suddenly he remembered something: "Tang, can you stand up for a moment?"

"Stand up? OK"

Tang Ye put the bitten burger back on the plate, then stood up as Zaka asked: "Salk, what's wrong?"

Zhaka also stood up, stretched out his hand and gestured carefully, and finally came to a conclusion: "You really have grown taller, I can guarantee it!"

"That's great!"

Tang Ye smiled and said, "Salk, you know, there are a few idiots in the first team who tackle me every day. I'll eat more hamburgers and grow taller, and then I'll kill them!"

……

After returning to the first team after lunch, Ten Hag did not let the players start warming up directly, but gathered everyone together.

In the Dutchman's philosophy, the afternoon is when people's minds are clearest, so Ten Hag likes to make a summary of the team's previous games in the afternoon.

"Do you know why we lost?"

"Because we can't pass the ball in the backcourt!"

Van der Gahe pulled over a small tactical blackboard, and Ten Hag took a pen and started writing on the tactical board, successfully recreating the situation of the game the day before with a few simple drawings.

Utrecht's defender got the ball in the backcourt, and then Feyenoord's three forwards rushed forward together.

At this time, Utrecht's midfielders should run back to support, but neither Ramsselaar nor Amrabat has the ability to get the ball.

"You can attack, but you have to at least get the ball from the defender to the forward in order to score a goal!"

Ten Hag angrily slammed the tactical board: "We need to use the midfield to support the defenders and then pass the ball to the striker so that our attack can be launched"

"Why can't we pass the ball when the opposing forwards press us forward? Because we don't have a midfielder who can control the ball!"

“That’s why we lost!”

Losing the first game of the season directly brought out Ten Hag's temper, and none of the players gathered here dared to speak.

At this time, someone in the crowd raised his hand and everyone turned to look over.

"Um, Mr. Eric... I think I'm a holding midfielder."

???

“Are you a holding midfielder?”

Ten Hag frowned: "Are you sure you are a holding midfielder?"

Speaking of which, Ten Hah still doesn't know Tang Ye's specific positioning.

This guy who can only walk around on the court is actually an expert in ball handling! ?
amount……

Tang Ye thought about it carefully.

Although he didn't quite understand what his job was on the field, he had read his scouting report, which seemed to indicate that he was a holding midfielder.

So, Tang Ye gave a reply.

"I think I am"

……

(End of this chapter)