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

Chapter 60 You Didn't Ask

Tang Ye rolled on the ground holding his legs, and the referee showed a yellow card to Brinburg.

This is a set piece for Utrecht.

Leave it to Ramsellar!

Ramsellar is good at long shots, crossing is not his strong point.

But Utrecht had to let Ramselaar take this indirect free kick because they needed someone to score in the penalty area, and among the players in the midfield and backcourt, only Ramselaar and Tang Ye could not head the ball.

Ramsselaar carried the ball to the back of the white arc.

This distance is very far from the goal, very, very far, which means that Ramsselaar must pass the ball in front of and above the head of his own attacking player.

It is not difficult for professional players to pass the ball to the precise position, but the difficult part is how to control the speed of the ball.

The opponent cannot be allowed to touch the ball, but at the same time, the offensive players on our team must be able to hit the ball on their heads very comfortably.

This is a science!
The camera turned to Ramseral, and Tang Ye limped over.

"Hiss, it hurts so much"

"Will you give me this ball?"

Tang Ye reached out his hand to Ramserlar, who was in a completely confused state.

Not only Ramselaar, but also Ten Hag and Van der Gag on the bench were confused. Tang Ye's reaching out for the ball scared Van der Gag, who was originally sitting, so much that he stood up from his chair.

Is No. 99 going to start doing something again?

"You kick?"

Ramselaar hesitated: "Are you sure?"

Tang Ye nodded, and Ramselaar pulled Tang Ye over and covered his mouth with his hand: "Are you going to pass the ball to the penalty area?"

"Yes"

"Are you sure you can get there?"

"It might work?"

Ten Hag did not arrange any set-piece training for Tang Ye and only let him take some corner kicks.

After purchasing the Ward-Prowse free kick template, Tang Ye's corner kick ability has improved a bit, but he currently does not have the ability of this template to kick a real indirect free kick.

So it’s hard to say!
"Should, right?"

Ramselaar looked Tang Ye up and down and said, "Well, if you are sure you want it, I will give it to you."

Tang Ye took the ball and put it on the ground.

Although the ball was given out, Ramsselaar did not rush to the front to grab the point. He stood in front of Tang Ye.

The referee blew the whistle, Ramsselaar raised his right hand to give a signal, then started a run-up, and when he was in position, he passed the ball.

Ramselaar's fake pass made the defenders in Nijmegen's penalty area a little uncomfortable, and they were temporarily separated from the offensive players they needed to mark.

At this time Tang Ye came!
Snapped!
Give the set piece!

The ball had a pretty good arc, passing over the wall of players from both sides and flew forward.

Both Alai and Barazit are eyeing the ball!
The position is very good, the ball reaches the highest point and then starts to descend slowly.

In order to make it easier for his teammates to head the ball, Tang Ye kicked a topspin ball, which will fall slower than a backspin ball.

And this ball is very suitable for heading the ball.

Because after hitting the head, the topspin ball will naturally change direction downward and will not easily fly over the crossbar!
"Alai!"

"Header!"

"The ball is in!"

"Alai's header hit the ground and then flew into the net!"

"Pretty!"

"1:0, Utrecht leads by 1 goal!"

Wang Chao's face flushed red, and he tore off the white paper stuck on his chest.

He atoned for his sins to the king of football, who saved him with a free kick at the last minute of the game.

What does this mean?
The king of football has forgiven him!

Haller ran on the field and Utrecht players gathered around the corner flagpole to celebrate.

Alai was suddenly stunned and asked a strange question.

"Why would Tang do this?"

After Ale asked this, the players who were celebrating around the corner flagpole realized that Tang Ye was not there.

Turning around, I saw Tang Ye slowly running towards the flagpole on the right corner.

"Wait for me, wait for me!"

The camera was turned to Ten Hag. The Dutch coach placed his right hand on his bald head and turned to look at Van der Gag: "Did you teach this?"

Vandergaard quickly took a step back: "No, no, no, I didn't teach you that."

Ten Hahe nodded.

“That’s what I taught you.”

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...At the end of the game, Haller's header was the only goal of the game. Utrecht defeated the home team with a 1-goal advantage, and Haller, who scored the only goal, also became the MVP of the game.

boom!
Coming back from the press room, Ale, holding the MVP trophy, kicked open the door of the locker room: "Haha, TOM!"

Ok?
Not noticing Tang Ye at first glance, Ale calmed down and looked carefully, and found that the players were all gathered in the corner.

"what's the situation?"

Alai walked over with the trophy and pressed his upper body on the backs of Amrabat and Jansen: "Let me see!"

"come on! Come on!"

"Go ahead, can't you just pass it on?"

"You can't pass it on. You can't pass it on now!"

"Hit the door, hit the door!"

"Pretty!"

"Hahaha!"

A “win” appeared on Tang Ye’s mobile phone screen.

We just beat Nijmegen and won a FIFA mobile game after the game.

This wave is the second consecutive victory!

"Oh my god, Tang, you're pretty good at playing games!"

Ramselaar took Tang Ye's phone and slid his thumb to look at Tang Ye's panel: "Did you learn your overall perspective from the game? Hey, hahaha, Tang, you even put me and Nasser (Barazit) in the lineup!"

Ramsselaar suddenly laughed because he saw himself in the starting lineup set by Tang Ye!
Bart Ramselaar!

And Nacer Barazite!

"what?"

Alai came over, looked through the starting lineup and began to question Tang Ye: "What about me? Why am I not on the list?"

Tang Ye is also hateful.

He put Ramsella and Barazit in the starting lineup, but didn't put him, Allais!
He is clearly Utrecht's top scorer!
"I can't help it, I can't draw you"

Tang Ye spread his hands helplessly, and Ramsey and Celar shouted again: "Wow, you still have your own player card, why don't you put yourself on it? Who is your midfielder, De Bruyne, Modric? Well, why don't you put yourself on it?"

Tang Ye pouted and clicked on his player card helplessly.

"My score is just over 50, I'm sure to lose if I put it up there"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

All the players in the locker room were laughing: "Haha, Tang, you bastard, you are going to make me laugh to death, haha!"

"Fuck you"

Tang Ye took the phone back and said, "Isn't it normal for me not to use myself? I give in. When the next season is updated, I will directly replace Bart (Ramselaar) with myself!"

"Come on"

Ramselaar waved his hand disdainfully and pointed at Tang Ye's phone: "My stat is 76. Can you reach 76 next season? No, right?"

"..."

The players were still playing around when Ten Hag, who had finished the interview, walked in from outside.

"Tang, come out for a moment"

Tang Ye spread his hands and prepared to put the phone back into his backpack, but Ramseral took his phone away.

"Play me a game"

"Be careful, don't mess with my lineup!"

Tang Ye gave instructions, then followed Ten Hag out of the locker room.

“Nice performance”

Ten Hag clapped: "Although you didn't play well in the first half, your performance in the second half saved you today"

“Well, I feel my improvement!”

Tang Ye said excitedly.

"Okay, I have a question now. You played a great set-piece on the assist for Allais. Why didn't you tell me you could play set-pieces?"

Ten Hahe was a little angry because he felt that Tang Ye was hiding something from him.

If Tang Ye had told himself earlier that he could take free kicks, Utrecht's set-piece tactics might not be what it is now.

Tang Ye's concealment is detrimental to the team.

"This……"

Tang Ye touched his head embarrassedly: "Master, mainly..."

"Mainly what?"

"You didn't ask..."

"..."

……

(End of this chapter)