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

Chapter 102: Carnival after despair, Utrecht! (2 more monthly tickets required!)
"No no no, referee! Referee!"

Ramselaar ran quickly towards the referee Haye: "It didn't touch the hand, believe me, the ball didn't hit our player's arm!"

Jahanbakhsh's volley hit Amrabat's hand and Ramseral saw it clearly.

But he can't see clearly, he has to lie with his eyes open!
"I rely on..."

Amrabat held his head with both hands, his expression was somewhat indescribable.

His hands opened naturally as he ran, and unexpectedly he just happened to block Jahanbakhsh's shot!
What kind of luck is this!
The referee ignored Ramsellar's complaint and gave the penalty.

The team's first penalty taker Santos came to the 12-yard position.

One kick!
The score is tied again!

"Depend on!"

The moment the ball entered the net, Ten Hag squatted on the ground outside the field and covered his eyes with his hands.

Can't see a bit!
It is now the 76th minute of the game, and Utrecht is likely to lose their Eredivisie championship because of this penalty miss!

Dos Santos, who scored the goal, started celebrating with his teammates.

The win or loss of this game will not have much impact on them, but if they can stop the dark horse Utrecht, it will be a great honor!
Amrabat bit his lower lip with his teeth, his pale face showing a hint of despair that was visible to the naked eye.

Tang Ye noticed Amrabat and ran over immediately: "It's okay, Sofyan, it's okay, listen to me, there is still time"

His expression did not change, and Amrabat obviously did not take Tang Ye's words to heart.

"Even if you didn't reach out, the ball would have gone in. Listen to me, that's a blind spot. It doesn't matter whether you reach out or not!"

Tang Ye changed his way of comforting Amrabat, and now he finally felt much more comfortable.

Ramseral hurried over and comforted Amrabat again.

"There's still time, there's still time!"

I reached into my crotch to feel for the gum, only to find that it was gone.

There was no other way. Tang Ye could only play the rest of the game while chewing the tasteless gum in his mouth.

[Damn, what's going on with Amrabat? ]

[I don’t want to play anymore. Those who said that Utrecht will definitely win, please stand up.]

[So you just won’t give me the Eredivisie title, right?]

[Teng Sheng, think of a way, Teng Sheng! ]

[Don't call me Teng Sheng. Can't you see that your Teng Sheng is already silently wiping away tears?]

"We have to go to spelters"

"..."

Utrecht's team anthem was played again at the Galgenwaard Stadium.

There was light in the eyes of the home team fans after they took the lead. In this situation, the score was equalized, which was something the home team fans could not accept in any way.

Utrecht has never won the Eredivisie championship, but when hope really comes to them, don’t Utrecht fans really want to touch the Eredivisie championship shield?
At Ramselaar's urging, the visiting fans hurriedly ended their celebration.

The director's camera turned to Ten Hag, and the Utrecht assistant coach's expression was not very good.

This season Utrecht beat all three Eredivisie teams, but unexpectedly they would lose to Alkmaar in the end.

Obviously, the strongest tactic has been used!

and many more!

Ten Hahe suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up.

Think about it carefully...

In fact, he hasn't used his strongest tactic yet!

Sitting on the bench, Ten Hag turned to look at Van der Gag: "How long will it take?"

Van der Gahe glanced at the countdown on his laptop: "There are 14 minutes of regular time left, and the extra time should be 2 to 3 minutes, assuming there are no fouls next."

"it is good"

Ten Hag stands up from his chair: "We are going to win"

VANDERGAH: Huh?

"Pass the ball!"

Ten Hag ran back to the edge of the court. Although he was an assistant coach, he was yelling hysterically. He really devoted himself to his work.

"Pass the ball to TOM, pay attention TOM!"

Hey?

Suddenly hearing Ten Hag calling his name, Tang Ye took the time to look towards the side of the court.

It was indeed calling his own name.

I rely on!

Tang Ye was breathing heavily.

Could this be... the trust from my mentor?

Damn, I don’t know why, Tang Ye suddenly stopped breathing.

He is very excited now, even a little inexplicably confident.

What would it feel like if I could score a goal at this time and help the team take the lead!
We must rush!

At the beginning of the 80th minute, Utrecht, dissatisfied with the current situation, slowly strengthened its attack as the players' physical strength was generally exhausted.

Ramsellar gets the ball on the right!
"Give it to me!"

As soon as Ramsselaar stopped the ball, he heard Tang Ye asking for the ball.

Not a buddy?

He was in a bit of a daze, but out of trust in Tang Ye, Ramsselaar still passed the ball.

Tang Ye was also a little anxious. After taking the ball and turning around, he made a long pass directly to the right baseline.

I have to say, this long pass is quite good!
"Barazit, hold the ball!"

“Cut inside, cut inside!”

"Hit the door!"

"Fuck, just a little bit!"

"Fuck me, the Utrecht forwards are in average condition except Haller, otherwise the score might be 5:3 now"

"Can you please seize the opportunity!"

"..."

"The away team is dribbling the ball in the backfield!"

"Damn, these guys from Alkmaar knew they couldn't score, so they just started passing the ball back and forth. No, can they play a little bolder?"

Just as Wang Chao said, several defenders of Alkmaar hid behind and passed the ball back and forth, not giving Utrecht any chance at all.

Utrecht wants to win, but Alkmaar just wants a draw!

“xuuuu——!!!”

The stands booed, the home team fans were very dissatisfied with the away team's cowardly tactics. The Utrecht players on the field were also very anxious.
He was so anxious that Tang Ye ran to the center position for some reason.

"Go back! Come back a little!"

Ten Hahe was very worried.

I tell you not to be a lazy pig, but you can't be a wild boar either!
At this moment, something happened and the two defenders of Alkmaar seemed to be frightened by the Montford boar and passed the ball to the wrong position.

It was originally intended to be passed to Vlar and to Mutos, but it ended up being passed directly to Tang Ye's face.

Single sword!

All the fans stood up, and now all Tang Ye needed to do was run forward with the ball and it would be a one-on-one shot.

However, Tang Ye was already a little tired, so he chose a more unconventional way to handle the ball.

Shoot directly!

"Fuck, what's this position..."

"The ball is in!"

"GOOOOO-AAAAAA-LLLLLLL!!!!"

The on-site announcer almost came out from behind the microphone.

Tang Ye made an unexpected lob, and the visiting team's goalkeeper didn't even have a chance to jump up and save the ball!
“Hooa ...

Dopamine and adrenaline consumed Tang Ye's brain in just half a second. After confirming that he had scored the goal, Tang Ye quickly rushed towards the Utrecht bench.

approach!

Slide on your knees!

Swish swish!
His calf kept rubbing against his knee, and at this time Tang Ye used the super celebration method he had practiced for months.

Move the toes of both feet inward at the same time.

This type of sliding kneeling is slower than the normal sliding kneeling.

But it also has its own advantages.

Tang Ye and Ten Hahe hugged each other.

The camera focused on the small patch of grass he had just passed through.

Oh my god, four fucking bars!
"Good shot, good shot!"

Ten Hahe hugged Tang Ye tightly, pushed him away and then rubbed Tang Ye's hair with his hands.

The players on the field rushed over quickly, and the players on the bench also rushed over!
Real-time battle report from the Football Emperor: In the 87th minute, Tang Ye scored the winning goal with a lob shot, and Utrecht led 4:3!

Understand the team's real-time battle report: Master, what do you do for a living? The camera focused on the grass where Tang Ye slid and knelt, and the four black stripes were clearly visible.

[Awesome…awesome]

[Damn, Tang Ye’s ability to seize opportunities is no better than Yosteng’s]

[The reason why Teng Sheng is Teng Sheng is that most people would never think of putting Tang Ye as a center forward]

[Giving gifts to each other, right? Haha, but it’s amazing that Tang Qiuwang can seize this opportunity]

[Tang Ye: I won’t run away anymore, I’m going to hang the door! ]

[Saint Teng, please accept my greeting! ]

"TOM!"

"TOM!!"

"TOMMM!!!"

Bang bang bang bang!
A lob shot ignited the Galgenwaard Stadium. It had been two minutes since the goal was scored, but the Utrecht players were still stacking up.

At the feet of Ale and van der Marel, Tang Ye secretly crawled out.

Ten Hahe was stunned for a moment: "Wait, why are you outside?"

"I do not know"

Tang Ye touched his head and said, "I came out when I saw there was an empty seat. Mr. Eric, it is very painful to be pressed at the bottom."

"All right……"

Ten Hahe nodded.

These are all small matters.

Whatever you say today is right!
"Beep, restart the game, please restart the game!"

The referee came over after receiving a complaint from Alkmaar, and Barazit deliberately prolonged the celebration and received a yellow card.

The game continues!

"Utrecht!"

Boom!

"Utrecht!"

Boom!

Amid the cheers of the fans, the fourth official raised the injury time sign.

3 minutes of extra time!

Tang Ye was chewing a piece of tasteless gum in his mouth with a smile on his face.

Haha, there are not many chances left for Alkmaar!

"Hold on! Hold on to Utrecht!"

"Can we change a defender? Oh, yes, Utrecht has no substitutions now, but it doesn't matter, you can put me, Tang Qiuwang, at the back to tackle the ball."

"Utrecht, hold on!"

"..."

“Beep, beep, beep—!!!”

The referee blew the whistle to end the game, and the result of the game was displayed on the big screen hanging at the top of the stadium.

Utrecht: AZ
4:3
"Utrecht!"

"Utrecht!"

Utrecht's starters and substitutes were all running on the field, including Ten Hag.

Pooh!
The game was finally over. Tang Ye spat the chewed gum in his mouth into the wrapper and stuffed it back into his crotch pocket.

Turning around and walking slowly towards Amrabat: "Sofyan, I said we will win"

"Grass!"

Amrabat cursed loudly and hugged Tang Ye into his arms with his strong arms.

"You are my god!"

……

(End of this chapter)