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

Chapter 32 lv3 simulation (4k two-in-one)

"Authentication... Damn, it's so troublesome"

Tang Ye scratched his head. If he wanted to be certified as a professional player on Instagram, he would have to provide data on his value in the German transfer market.

This question directly stumped Tang Ye.

Because he didn't even play for half an hour in the Dutch Eredivisie last season, and the training of Utrecht II team was kept very secret, the staff of the German transfer market had no way of knowing Tang Ye's potential.

Currently, there are only two horizontal bars displayed on the line indicating Tang Ye’s net worth.
-
That's how much he's worth.

The authentication failed, so Tang Ye could only register on Weibo.

It is relatively simple to certify a professional player on Weibo. Tang Ye took out the National Second-Class Athlete Certificate he obtained in junior high school and took a photo.

Half an hour later, there was a striking yellow label on his Weibo homepage.

【National Second-Class Football Player】

At present, the number of Tang Ye’s fans is still in the single digits, and those are the fans that come with Weibo.

Remembering what Alai had said before, Tangye asked Amrabat for some photos of the game on WhatsApp.

Put it together and post it on Weibo to see if it can get some attention.

It is evening in the Netherlands now, which should be early morning in China, but for some fans, there is actually no difference between early morning and not.

Less than 10 minutes after the photo album was sent out, messages started popping up in Tang Ye's background, so Tang Ye quickly operated the mouse to open the background messages.

[Brother, are you also a fan of Tang Ye? Why don’t your photos have watermarks? Can you teach me how to do it? ]

[This was sent to me by someone else. If you want it, just take it.]

Tang Ye was very generous and directly sent the photos that Amrabat sent him to this netizen.

The other party wanted Tang Ye to teach him how to remove the watermark, but Tang Ye said he didn't know because these photos were given to him by others.

[Okay, do you have any other photos? I have been a fan of Tang Ye for 20 years and have really supported him for a long time]

Other photos...

Tang Ye took out the photo album on his cell phone.

He usually doesn't have the habit of taking photos for record, and now when fans ask for photos he can't produce them.

[Wait, I'll take a picture for you]

【What? 】

Ignoring the message alert sound from the laptop, Tang Ye took out his mobile phone, took a close-up photo of his face with the front camera, and then transferred it to the computer.

[??? No, where did you get this photo? This was posted by Tang Ye, right? Does he have an Instagram account?]

[Some have]

Tang Ye sent his newly created Instagram account to him, but he didn't expect to be scolded directly.

[New account? Get lost, liar. Are you here to cheat me? ]

what?
[No, this is really my account. Trust me, follow me now, and when I have more fans, I will follow you back and let you become an Internet celebrity! ]

[Fuck you! ]

The fans on the other side became anxious.

Isn’t this the scam where I’m Qin Shi Huang and ask others to transfer money to me?
[You are so unprofessional. If you lied to me, you should at least create an account with fans. I give up. I thought you were a fan of Tang Ye.]

[No, I am really Tang Ye, please believe me and follow me]

[Are you a fan of Tang Ye? Then let me ask you a question, what type of player is Tang Ye? ]

What type of player?

hiss--

Tang Ye took a deep breath.

This is an issue worth discussing.

【Possessing midfielder! 】

[If you don’t have any knowledge, you are lying here. I am a positional midfielder. Do you know what a positional midfielder is? He can get the MVP just by walking on the field! ]

Damn, this is a black guy!

【How could you do this! 】

Tang Ye was a little angry.

[I ran very hard, okay?]

【There is a Tang Ye who started to cheat people everywhere after taking selfies. I will punish him today. Damn, he even listed a national second-level athlete on his homepage. Haha, I am so funny. I am Tang Ye, the starting player of the Dutch Eredivisie team, and you are using a national second-level athlete to cheat me?】

"..."

[Go to bed, silly boy. You will never experience the greatness of me, King Tang, in your lifetime.]

"..."

Tang Ye held the back of his head with both hands.

According to Allais and Barazit, creating a social media account can be very useful for players.

But Tang Ye's situation is a bit special.

He has too many haters!
……

Tang Ye felt a little unhappy after being scolded by fans, and went to bed early today.

I woke up the next morning and saw the time was 10:12 and 21 missed calls from Ten Hag.

The sky is falling!
Today is Sunday in the Netherlands, which is a day off, but because of the schedule, Ten Hag swapped his work on Sunday and next Monday.

Tang Ye's alarm clock only rings on weekdays, so he is already late.

And once I was late I was almost 2 hours!
He hurriedly got up from the bed and went to the training ground without eating.

"Tang, you bastard, come here, come here now!"

As soon as he stepped halfway into the training ground, Ten Hag's voice came directly over.

"Fuck, hiss——"

Tang Ye took a deep breath, looked at Ten Hah with a gloomy face opposite him, and walked over slowly.

"Eric, I actually forgot that today is training..."

"Are you trying to tell me that you forgot today was a training day?"

"..."

"Yes, how do you know?"

"Fuck you, now that you can go to the cafeteria, you don't care about training time anymore, right?"

Ten Hahe was so angry that he kicked Tang Ye on the butt: "Really, the sows in the next town are more diligent than you. At least they will wake up and eat at a certain time in the morning. You haven't had breakfast yet, right?"

“I haven’t eaten yet…”

"I knew it, lazy pig!"

Ten Hahe is really angry now, and Tang Ye is also feeling aggrieved.

He was attacked by black fans on Weibo yesterday, so much so that he even forgot to set the alarm clock.

"Mr. Eric, believe me, this was really a mistake, and it won't happen again next time."

Tang Ye said.

"Will this not happen again next time?"

Ten Hahe looked into Tang Ye's eyes, as if waiting for Tang Ye's definite answer.

"certainly"

"arrow"

Ten Hahe nodded and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Then, he played a recording for Tang Ye.

[Mr. Eric, believe me, this was really a mistake, and it won't happen again next time]

"This, this is..."

"This is what you said to me last week, remember?" "Oh, and what you said the week before last."

Ten Hag played another recording. The entire sentence was the same except for the speaking speed.

"..."

Ten Hag patted Tang Ye on the back and said, "Make up for the missed training time tonight. You don't need to participate in the morning training. Go to the cafeteria and eat."

Looking at Tang Ye's receding back, Ten Hahe shouted from behind: "The sows in Montford will get up to eat at 7: in the morning. Tang, when will you be able to surpass those sows?"

As soon as Ten Hahe finished speaking, Tang Ye's system responded.

[You are 37 years old and cannot keep up with the training due to physical reasons. You need more sleep, but the head coach does not understand your pursuit. He treats you as a 16-year-old young man, not knowing that you are no longer at that energetic age.]

[Starting and achieving results in the Eredivisie (rating, goals, assists)]

Reward: Portugal Treasure Box (the level of the treasure box is positively correlated with the performance of the first game)
coming!

Tang Ye's eyes lit up, but the smile he had just revealed immediately returned to calm.

It was a miracle that Ten Hag let him start in the Dutch Cup.

Starting in the Eredivisie finals, not to mention that Tang Ye was late every day, it would be useless even if he arrived at the training ground 30 minutes earlier every day!

……

At 8: that evening, Toulus and Tang Ye said goodbye in the gym, and then Toulus received a call from Ten Hag.

"Mr. Eric"

Toulus greeted Ten Hag. The coaching staff of Utrecht has a very clear hierarchy. As a physical coach, Toulus is Ten Hag's subordinate, and a direct subordinate.

This is also the reason why Toulus did not refuse when Ten Hag asked Toulus to help Tang Ye with physical training.

Ten Hag called at the perfect time because he knew Tang Ye had just finished training.

"How was training tonight?"

"It's OK. Today we're training strength. As you know, Tang usually won't resist when training strength. Besides, my training intensity is relatively low."

"The training intensity is relatively low..."

Ten Hag thought for a while, then asked the question that had been accumulating in his mind: "Let me ask you a question. For a 16-year-old player like Tang, can we increase the intensity of his training?"

“No, this is absolutely not allowed.”

Turus shook his head repeatedly: "Mr. Eric, it's not that I don't want to work overtime, but Tang is only 16 years old now, and his bones haven't even developed fully. Strength training at this time will destroy his growth and development!"

Tullus's meaning was clear.

Tang Ye is only 16 years old and cannot do squats weighing more than 20 kg like those adult players in their 100s.

By increasing his weight, Tang Ye can lift a barbell weighing more than 100 kg.

But it will definitely affect his future.

"I know strength training doesn't work. I'm talking about physical fitness. Let him run more."

"You want him to start?"

"Tulus, you don't have to worry about what I want to do. You just need to answer my questions. Is it feasible to increase the intensity and volume of Tang's endurance training?"

"sure"

Turus agreed without a second thought: "Forget about the intensity. I can increase his training volume by 10% based on the current level. If he does a good job of massaging, he won't get hurt."

"10%? No, no, no, he is only 16 years old. You shouldn't train his endurance like a player in his 30s. Now is the time when he can run the best. You can train faster."

Ten Hag said, "You have to find a way to make that lazy pig run, understand?"

“But you want him to fly.”

"Then let him fly!"

Ten Hah shouted, and the last sentence silenced Toulus.

“So you’re still anxious.”

Van der Jag was standing next to Ten Hag when he was talking to Toulus. The two were now looking at the view from the balcony of Ten Hag's home.

"This is my first season in Utrecht and I have to do everything right"

Ten Hag said with a firm expression: "Let a team with all its players in poor condition play in the top 12 of the league, Michel, you know, our task this season is very difficult!"

……

As time went by, after the Dutch Cup match, Tang Ye felt that his training volume was increasing little by little.

During this period, Tang Ye talked to Ten Hag about the amount of training. The Dutchman said that if Tang Ye still wanted to continue to enjoy the right to be exempted from cultural homework, he would have to accept the arrangements of the coaching staff.

Ten Hag's words directly killed Tang Ye.

The good news is that the two goals against Snik in the Dutch Cup gave Tang Ye 2 comeback points, which is worth 30 glasses of Grealish's draft beer. Tang Ye does not need to bear the pain brought by endurance training.

The bad news is that the draft beer in the system is a strengthened version of alcohol, which only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. Tang Ye is always very tired when he returns to the dormitory every night.

Unless he buys Kanter's hot chocolate milk.

Tang Ye really wanted to buy hot chocolate milk, but that thing was too expensive!
Soon, under this new training intensity, Tang Ye, who drank draft beer every day, discovered a very serious problem.

The reward for daily tasks is only 3 counterattack points, while Tang Ye’s daily glass of draft beer is worth 5 counterattack points.

In other words, if Tang Ye continues to train at this intensity, he must score goals or make assists during the game.

Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to afford even a 5 dollar beer!
Don't suffer big hardships but suffer small hardships?
Now it seems that things are not that simple.

……

"Go, go, go forward!"

Tang Ye shouted, and Balazite in front started to move.

Snapped!
A straight pass was kicked out and hit in front of Barazit.

Because there was not enough reverse rotation at the moment of hitting the ball, the ball did not slow down as expected when it hit the grass.

Barazit stretched out his foot but was unable to reach the ball.

[De Bruyne's arc pass, lv2: similar]

Proficiency: 49.5/50
"Pretty!"

Tang Ye called out, and Balazit in front of him spread his hands: "The angle is good, but the ball is too fast, Tang, can you slow down the speed of the ball?"

"Let's finish the passing practice first!"

Vandergahe said.

Tang Ye has made enough long passes today. The effect of over-training will not be obvious, so it is better to change to a new project.

“Try one more”

Tang Ye raised his hand to signal, and Van der Gahe certainly would not refuse. He immediately kicked the spare ball at his feet and gave it to Tang Ye.

Utrecht's training was a real-combat simulation. Tang Ye did not pass the ball directly. He needed to break through Amrabat's defense.

"Sophian, let him go a little, give him some space!"

Van der Gahe reminded, and Tang Ye started to move sideways after getting the ball, using a fake move to shake off Amrabat who was in the open water.

Don't be in a hurry, keep a little distance.

almost!

Tang Ye saw Balazite who had also gotten rid of the defensive player in front of him. He wrapped the ball with the inside of his foot and passed it out with a "pop".

The arc was similar to that of the previous long pass, but this time Tang Ye deliberately added a big counterspin to the ball.

The ball hit the grass, and the reverse-spinning ball instantly slowed down and came in front of Balazit.

Balazit volleyed the ball into the goal!
[De Bruyne's arc pass, lv2: similar]

[Proficiency: 50/50]

[lv2: Similar → lv3: Simulation]

[Pass: 72 → 74]

……

(End of this chapter)