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

Chapter 50: Imaginative Solution (Please Read!)
At halftime, Ayub grabbed Ten Hag a second before he entered the locker room.

"Eric... do you think I still have a chance in the second half?"

Ayub's expression was not very good, but he couldn't openly turn against Ten Hag, so he could only try to communicate with him first.

"Relax, relax. I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry, ok? If you have a chance, then you will have a chance. Do you understand what I mean? Go in first."

Ten Hag pushed Ayub into the locker room, and as soon as he entered, he saw Tang Ye wrestling with Amrabat.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

Ten Hag yelled, and the players in the locker room immediately ran back to their chairs.

"The score of 3:1 is very good. Except for a few players who didn't run the right distance in the first half, I am quite satisfied with everything else."

“I’m running hard.”

Tang Ye raised his hand to remind him.

The high-intensity training has rapidly improved his endurance level. Now Tang Ye runs longer distance in almost every game than in the previous one.

Ten Hag turned to look at Tang Ye: "You can run more actively, so that when the opponent presses, our backcourt can handle the ball more easily."

After that, Ten Hag suddenly thought of something and added: "Only for defense. When attacking, well... still rely on your feeling."

Tang Ye nodded.

It seems that I have to be more active in defending in the second half of the game!

"Then it's about the game. The opponent's midfield is very strong. Do you understand what I mean? You need to press forward, press and pressure their midfield."

Ten Hag made a push-forward gesture with his hand.

Speaking of pressing, Ten Hag has a lot to say: "Pressing is a joint job. Haller and Nasser (Barazit), you two have to move forward together, move forward together, and press two players at the same time, so that the opponent will feel fear."

"and then?"

Ten Hag's gaze lingered on Haller and Barazite for a while, and he rubbed his hands together: "Strangle the midfield! Kill their midfield!"

"Should I run up there so I can make a tackle and snatch the ball from the opposing No. 10?"

Tang Ye said suddenly.

Ten Hahe's eyes lit up.

This is indeed a method.

but……

Ten Hag thought of Tang Ye's amazing one-on-one defense ability, and finally shook his head and said, "Just look for opportunities to dodge in the frontcourt, maybe you can dodge a few more."

"oh oh"

Tang Ye rubbed his hands and took a look at his [De Bruyne long pass] which had reached level 3.

I feel there is still a chance to expand the score!

After Ten Hag finished speaking, Allais suddenly came over and switched positions with Amrabat: "Don, I already have 2 goals on my body. Do you know what this means?"

"What do you mean?" Tang Ye didn't react at first.

"One more goal and it will be a hat trick!"

Alai sat on Tang Ye's left hand side, stretched out his hand to grab Tang Ye's right shoulder and shook it non-stop: "Do you understand what I mean? Pass the ball to me, please!"

Alai suddenly entrusted him with an important task. Tang Ye felt a lot of pressure and only gave an ambiguous reply: "I, I'll try my best."

After a few minutes' break, Ten Hag began to applaud, signaling the players to cheer up and now they could go to the player tunnel to prepare.

After all the players left, Van der Gahe suddenly stood in front of Ten Hag and said, "Eric, did you notice Yassin's expression? Are you really not going to let him play?"

After discovering that he might lose his starting position, Ayub also started his extra training.

Ayub was very cunning. He deliberately chose the first team's No. 2 stadium as the venue for the extra training, so that Ten Hag and Van der Gag could see Ayub training below.

In fact, the reason why Ayub did this was simply because Ten Hag emphasized a few more words like "hard work will pay off" during training.

Ten Hag looked left and right, and only spoke after confirming that no one was in the locker room: "What I need is a genius, a genius like Tang."

"effort?"

Ten Hag suddenly laughed for some reason: "Michel, if hard work can change everything, why can't I play in the top five leagues after playing football all my life? Is it because I don't want to go?"

Ten Hag's words left Van der Gaag silent.

Although I am not willing to accept it, competitive sports are cruel.

It’s never about what you did in training.

What matters is what you can do in the game!
……

At the beginning of the second half of the game, Tang Ye took out a new piece of gum from his pocket, spit the tasteless gum into the packaging of the new gum, and put it back into his pocket.

New gum, new state of play!
"Twente attacks from the front court, No. 10 Ziyech dribbles the ball and runs to the top of the arc"

"Very smooth dribbling, Ramsellar is in a lot of pain now and doesn't know what to do with it" "Ziyech, outside, take a long shot!"

"Fuck!"

Wang Chao, who was sitting in front of the computer desk, held his head with both hands. Twente's No. 10 Ziyech's long-range shot directly blasted open the goal defended by Ruit.

The score was pulled to 3:2!

[Damn it, who said Twente is bad, this is a world-class goal]

[Both are No. 10, why is Ziyech so much better than Barazite]

[Poor Utrecht, 10 people holding me back, Tang the King, 1v21, what should I do? ]

[Say goodbye to Tang Qiuwang, your Tang Qiuwang has disappeared again]

[It is not yet time for Mengge to exert his strength]

[Can you please increase the clarity of the video? Although it is a pirated version, I still have requirements for clarity! ]

Ziyech's long-range shot made the Utrecht players a little dazed.

After scoring the goal, Ziyech ran slowly backwards and met Tang Ye who stretched out his hand along the way.

Ziyech thought Tang Ye was out to mess with him, and started to curse: "Get lost..."

“You hit it very accurately.”

"Oh, oh, thank you, thank you"

Ziyech reacted and nodded repeatedly, then took the initiative to come forward and pat Tang Ye's arm.

Looking at Ziyech running away, Tang Ye felt a little disappointed.

Why can others shoot so accurately, but he can only rely on luck?

The game is still going on, and it is the 72nd minute of the second half!

The team attacking is...

Twente!
"Damn, the away team's momentum has been boosted by that long shot from No. 10. Guys, let me check the odds first."

"Hiss——Utrecht's odds are not very stable right now."

The director's camera turned to Tang Ye, who was slowly moving towards the backcourt.

From the beginning of the second half, Tang Ye kept Ten Hag's instructions in mind and frequently went back to the backcourt to defend.

Although his one-on-one defense ability is not good, Tang Ye has a tackling skill that makes offensive players afraid, so his return defense still played a role.

But the price to pay is also high.

Tang Ye, who used to be able to run the entire race after drinking Vardy Red Bull, now can hardly keep up with the pace!
Seeing this, Ten Hag could only let Ayub on the bench start warming up and see if he could find a suitable opportunity to replace Tang Ye.

No matter what, with an assist, there is nothing wrong with Tang Ye's performance in today's game.

Just the second after Ten Hag asked Ayub to put on the yellow vest, Rieuwe successfully destroyed Ziyech's ball with a steal.

The ball flew towards Kleber.

Twente players quickly ran towards Kleber, ready to launch an oppression attack.

Kleber had no choice but to head the ball to Tang Ye in panic.

What the hell!

Seeing the ball flying towards him, Tang Yehun was scared out of his wits.

He is now in the very middle of his own field, with Twente players in front and behind him.

What Kleber passed to him was not a header, but a damn knife-edge ball!

There was no other choice, Tang Ye looked back and remembered the position of his teammates just now.

Run towards the ball.

Lift your thighs.

Kick the ball directly to the front court!
"Tang Ye, this is a relief!"

"A very wonderful clearance. Tang Ye solved the inverted triangle pass from Kleber to him."

"Wait, this doesn't look like a solution!"

"Alai, run forward! Damn it!"

“Stop the ball!”

"Hit the door!"

……

(End of this chapter)