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

Chapter 41: The first launch probability of 99999 fragments
"What? Why 99%?"

Tang Ye suddenly stood up and slowly analyzed it to Ten Hach by counting on his fingers: "One time is 10%. Before the training just now, it was 90%, so now it should be 100%. Sir, you can't confiscate my 1%!"

Ten Hag shook his head: "Remember what I said, hard work pays off. Now it's 99%, which means you haven't worked hard enough."

Tang Ye lowered his head, looking somewhat speechless. Seeing this, Ten Hag immediately added: "Tang, you should focus on the bright side of things. You are now at 99%. Doesn't that mean you are only one step away from securing a starting spot?"

"..."

Tang Ye didn't say anything.

Although Ten Hag was a bit cunning, Tang Ye just couldn't find any problem in the Dutchman's words.

99%...

To be honest, Tang Ye doesn't really want to run anymore, but he is in the [Glarish Draft Beer] state after all.

Tang Ye finally negotiated with Ten Hag and expressed his willingness to stay and continue practicing after dinner tonight.

“Great, that’s right”

Ten Hag put his hand on Tang Ye's shoulder: "I feel your determination, you will get closer and closer to the starting position!"

After the training, Tang Ye sat in the first-team cafeteria to eat with his more familiar teammates.

He picked up the raw herring from the plate and expertly brought it to Amrabat's plate.

Vandergaard had very strict requirements on Tang Ye's meals, but Tang Ye was smart and he knew how to reduce the burden on himself.

Amrabat was used to Tang Ye's behavior. He didn't like eating raw herring, so he just left it on the plate and didn't touch it.

Alai finished his meal quickly, then stared at Tang Ye beside him: "Will you start in the next game?"

“I don’t know yet.”

Tang Ye ate his Angus super beef burger with three beef patties, chewing and saying: "Eric always announces the list very late. I guess he won't tell us which players will start until tomorrow night."

"But I saw you talking to Mr. Eric about the starting lineup."

Barazit, who was sitting opposite Alai, reminded him, and Tang Ye nodded: "Yes, I have told him many times, but..."

"but what?"

Ayub, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

Tang Ye asked Amrabat to help get the salad dressing from the next table. While adding the salad, he explained: "Mr. Eric did not guarantee my starting position. He told me that if I want to start, I need to keep training, so that he will consider letting me start."

Ten Hag and Tang Ye have emphasized this many times.

Tang Ye is currently far from being able to start in the Eredivisie.

Therefore, if Tang Ye wants to start, he needs to make a little "sacrifice", and this "sacrifice" is his rest time.

"Eric is a sadist, he just wants to see me suffer during training!"

Hearing that Ten Hag did not specify Tang Ye's starting position, Ayub breathed a sigh of relief and then asked: "You ate so much for dinner, do you still need to train later?"

“There is training in the evening”

Tang Ye took another bite of the big hamburger in his hand.

4 poached eggs and 3 large beef patties, the nutritional value is maxed out!
"Wow, I didn't realize you work so hard, Tang!"

Ale took a sip of juice and gave Tang Ye a thumbs up, which made Tang Ye feel a little embarrassed.

"Well, it's just average. As a professional player, this is what I should do."

"No matter how hard you try, you'll just get used to it!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

Amrabat pointed his fork at Tang Ye across from him: "Fuck, what are you talking about, don't lie, okay? Tang, I know your true face!"

"Hey, people change!"

Tang Ye put the burger back on the plate, wiped his hands with his clothes, and then explained: "People always change. I am completely different from the past. You know, I took the initiative to ask for extra training tonight!"

Actively request extra practice!
Tang Ye's words were shocking, which stunned Amrabat.

Damn!

We all got promoted from the second team. You suddenly working so hard makes me look stupid! ...

In the evening, after two hours of massage and stretching, Tang Ye came to the indoor football field of Utrecht's first team.

Ten Hag was sitting on the bench, he had been waiting there for almost 10 minutes.

"The late bird catches the worm, Don, start warming up!"

"I just finished stretching and my body is still warm"

Tang Ye said, sat down on the grass, and started putting on his sneakers.

The progress has now reached 99%, which is just a step away from the absolute starting position in the next game.

Quick victory!

Tang Ye asked to start training quickly, and Ten Hag certainly would not refuse, and quickly asked the overtime staff to set up the training ground.

Pok, pok, pok, several human walls were inserted at the top of the arc, and Ten Hah came over with Tang Ye, talking as they walked.

"Remember that shot you made from the far corner in the Dutch Cup against Snik?"

"I don't remember." Tang Ye shook his head.

"..."

"Well, okay, it doesn't matter if you don't remember, I saw it anyway."

Ten Hag pointed to the blind spot on the upper right side of the goal, then pointed to the five-man wall in front of him: "You kicked that kind of shot without any training, which shows that you have some talent in this area."

"A talent!?"

Tang Ye's eyes lit up.

[De Bruyne's long-corner shot] It's only level 1 now, so it's unlikely to be effective.

But Ten Hag actually boasted about his talent.

Oh my God, Tang Ye now has a feeling of being suddenly valued.

"Hey, what are you so happy about!"

Ten Hag realized something was wrong and quickly corrected what he had just said: "What I mean is that your talent for long-range shots is only slightly better than that of ordinary people. Do you understand what I mean? Compared with these players in the team, your talent is still average!"

"All right……"

Tang Ye sighed.

It seems that De Bruyne is still too weak.

The system is just as bad as him, and is probably also a jerk.

If Tang Ye really wants to develop his abilities, he still has to rely on his own hard training!
Under the guidance of Ten Hag, Tang Ye started his shooting training.

Looking at the balance, Tang Ye was reluctant to buy Ronaldo's broccoli.
Anyway, there is still a long way to go to upgrade the range of the double-shooting attack, so Tang Ye should just practice on his own first.

Snapped!
Snapped!
duang!

The sound of shoes hitting the ball and the sound of the ball hitting the crossbar came one after another.

[De Bruyne's long-range shot, lv1: imitate]

Proficiency: 2.4/50
Proficiency: 2.5/50
……

Proficiency: 12.2/50
"Fuck, huh..."

Tang Ye put his hands on his waist and gasped for breath, then found Ten Hah who was reading a newspaper nearby.

The latter raised his eyebrows: "Ok, good training, now your chance of starting has reached 99.99%!"

"But I was already at 99.99% just now," Tang Ye reminded.

Oh?
Ten Hag put down the newspaper: "I know, but you are still 99.99% now. The remaining 0.01% requires 10 fragments."

"Since you just completed the training with excellent results, I can give you 9 fragments first!"

……

(End of this chapter)