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

Chapter 48 No, do you really have it? (Please read it on Monday!)
Nude photos?

Or nude photos of Ten Hag?

Tang Ye was also having a headache.

He found that his system had gone to two extremes.

When it's powerful, it's very powerful; when it's not powerful, it's really useless.

Ten Hag nude photos?

What's the use of this thing?
And isn't Ten Hag Dutch?
Why were his nude photos found in a Brazilian treasure chest?
"Wait!"

Tang Ye thought of something, entered the system interface, and re-read the message.

[You obtained a nude photo of Eric Ten Hag*1 (from Anthony)]

hiss--

Drink some water to calm down.

According to Tang Ye's inference, this Anthony should be a Brazilian.

Anthony had nude photos of Ten Hag, so this reward was included in the Brazilian treasure chest.

Damn it, when Tang Ye found out in the afternoon that the reward was the Brazilian treasure chest, he thought that he would get a skill that enhanced his sense of scoring no matter what.

Now it seems……

Forget it, Tang Ye really can’t bear to watch it anymore.

After tidying up the mess on the table, Tang Ye opened his laptop and prepared to play a few games of Hearthstone before going to bed, but at this moment his door rang.

Tang Ye was very calm. He closed his computer first and then went to open the door.

Sure enough, the one who knocked on the door just now was Ten Hag!

"Eh, Mr. Eric"

Tang Ye spoke hesitantly and took Ten Hahe into the room. While walking past the computer, Tang Ye secretly turned off the computer.

"Oh, it's okay, just turn on your computer, I won't read what's inside"

Ten Hag waved his hand.

Last time he found something bad in Tang Ye’s computer. Having learned his lesson, he will never look at Tang Ye’s computer again.

"It's okay, I'm just about ready to go to bed anyway."

Tang Ye sat on the bed and left the chair in front of the computer desk to Ten Hach: "Mr. Eric, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Ayub came to me. Do you know this? He came to my office after the afternoon training."

Ten Hag said slowly: "Don, you know, Ayub is a veteran player of the team, I have to listen to his advice seriously"

"..."

Tang Ye remained silent.

He was the one who took over Ayub's position, and now Ten Hag came to Tang Ye to talk about Ayub's problem with him.

Considering that Ten Hahe himself is a very hateful person, Tang Ye now has a bad feeling in his heart.

"So, Mr. Eric, is there anything you need from me?"

“Oh, not doing anything.”

Ten Hag waved his hands and showed an indifferent attitude: "What I mean is that your position will be threatened. If you don't perform well enough, I will have to replace you from the starting lineup. So... well, you need to work harder."

really!

Tang Ye sighed silently.

Just as he expected, Ten Hag's visit to him was probably not for good reasons.

The damn Dutch wanted to use Ayub's pressure to force him to take the initiative to practice more!
"Hey, you don't have to be sad!"

Ten Hag saw that Tang Ye had a strange expression on his face, and quickly reminded him: “Don’t you think I’ve been fair? You contribute more to the team than Ayub, so I let you start. Some Utrecht fans who don’t know even spread rumors that you have nude photos of me!”

"Haha, you really don't know the imagination of those players"

As he spoke, Ten Hahe pointed to Tang Ye's mouth and said, "Tang, do you have any chewing gum?"

Tang Ye pointed to the drawer of the computer desk, where all his chewing gum was kept.

"Wait!"

Tang Ye suddenly remembered something and spoke quickly.

Unfortunately it was too late.

Ten Hahe slowly raised his hand, his eyes fixed on the photo he took out from the drawer of the computer desk.

He stretched his neck and looked at Tang Ye in front of him: "No, no, you really have it?"

"nonononono!"

Tang Ye was under a lot of pressure now. He rushed forward and snatched the photo from Ten Hahe's hand: "Hey, Eric, listen to me, please listen to me, don't be anxious!"

"Tom!"

Ten Hahe stood up from his computer chair and spread his hands to Tang Ye: "You can't play with these things! Is this Photoshop? Damn it, you shouldn't play with these things. This is a rumor about me. You didn't post it on Instagram, did you?"

"Of course not. No, listen to me, this is a misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding! I shouldn't have this thing!"

Tang Ye took the photo in his hand and walked into the bathroom in front of Ten Hahe, his hand holding the photo hovering over the flushing toilet. "This is a misunderstanding, um, a misunderstanding..."

Tang Ye put the photo back into his pocket.

Ten Hag:?

"Tang, you won't make up rumors about me, right? You know, although these things are fake, they will have a lot of bad effects on me."

Tang Ye did not answer Ten Hag's question, which put the Dutchman under a lot of pressure.

You are my favorite student, why do you treat me like this!

"Tang, ...can I ask you a question?"

Tang Ye put his hands in his jacket pockets, looking a little embarrassed: "Mr. Eric, please go ahead."

"I'm usually pretty nice to you, right?"

……

The time came to the day of the match with Twente.

"Hey, guys, how is it, does my new device sound clearer?"

"Ok, today is the 11th round of the Eredivisie match between Utrecht and Twente. The players of both teams are ready in the player tunnel."

"Let's first introduce the visiting team's starting lineup. Wait, I don't know any of these players. I need to check on the football website. Wait a minute."

"Ok, that's it. Twente will use a 433 formation today, and the goalkeeper will be Dromaire..."

"Then there's our home team, Utrecht! F!C!"

"The starting player is Tang Ye! Tang Ye! Still Tang Ye!"

"King Tang will continue to start, so we don't need to look at the players in other positions anymore"

"Just with this starting lineup, Twente's momentum has weakened by at least 3%. I don't know how the visiting team can win."

[I don’t know how the visiting team won? Why is this anchor so arrogant? ]

[The person above must be here for the first time and has never experienced the horror of King Tang]

[Please move a bench and sit down quickly. Xiao Chao has made great progress. There are more than 6 people in the live broadcast room. Is this still a pirated version? ]

【Xiao Chao? Brother Chao! 】

[How many tricks are you going to play today? It seems like this Twente is not easy to deal with.]

[Nima, I was still in the first year of high school when I was 16 years old, and Tang Ye started in the Eredivisie directly. WTF]

Whenever Utrecht plays a match, the number of people in Wang Chao’s live broadcast room will surge, each time more than the last.

If the time was a little more friendly to China, like today's game which started at 9: Beijing time, there would be even more people in the live broadcast room.

……

At the Galgenwald Stadium, after a glass of Vardy Red Bull, the game officially began.

Twente played 433, and the core was Ziyech standing in the middle. He was the absolute core of the Twente team and the player opposite Tang Ye.

Ziyech's market value is 700 million euros.

700 million euros may seem impressive, but in fact he only has one more zero than Tang Ye.

Because Tang Ye’s current net worth is 0!

"I'll come, I'll come"

Tang Ye ran up from behind, ready to put pressure on Ziyech.

Tang Ye's original intention was to let Ziyech pass the ball quickly, but he didn't expect that this guy was also a ruthless person and ran forward directly with the ball.

He doesn't treat Tang Ye as a human being at all!
"Fuck, are you so pretentious?"

Tang Ye sneaked up from behind and made a violent tackle!
"Hey, Tang Ye made a mistake. He missed Ziyech with his tackle and fell to the ground himself!"

"Ziyech! Pass the ball to the baseline!"

"Damn, the ball was passed very well to No. 11. Who is No. 11 of the visiting team? Agyepn..."

"Never mind, the visiting team's No. 11 is putting pressure on Utrecht's defense, Rieuwe!"

"Rieux, a clearance!"

"Pretty!"

clap clap clap!
There was applause from the live broadcast room.

Utrecht escaped danger thanks to Rieuwe's powerful kick.

This was Twente's second corner kick opportunity in the game, and it was given to Moctezuma to handle.

Snapped!
The corner kick was taken, and at the first point, Agyepong suddenly ran into the penalty area from the left.

Rieuwe, who had just cleared the ball, made a fatal mistake.

He let Agyepong run past him!
"Number 11, jump up and head the ball!"

"Don't!"

……

(End of this chapter)