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

Chapter 81 Tang Ye, Slashing in the Air! (2 more monthly tickets requested!)
The score was 2:1, with Utrecht at home leading by one goal.

Faced with the lag, Feyenoord reacted very quickly, changing the original 433 formation to 334, with Vikinović running directly to the front to pretend to be a striker.

I have to say, Feyenoord's operation was indeed beautiful.

In the 75th minute of the game, Vikinovic assisted Vilena to complete a long shot.

Feyenoord equalized the score!
Grass!
"Look at the people!"

Goalkeeper Ruiter yelled at Rieuwe: "Why didn't you just block the No. 21 player when he came up? Why didn't you just stand there?"

"Okay, okay, stop making noise!"

The two men were arguing quite fiercely, so Ale, the captain on the field, quickly went up and cooperated with Lechter to pull the two quarreling guys apart.

Now the score is 2:2, this is the most critical moment!
Pooh!
The time was almost up, Tang Ye took out the chewing gum in his mouth and replaced it with a new one.

I took a deep breath of the minty scent and immediately felt a lot more awake.

The game continues!

"This game was more exciting than expected!"

"Utrecht's attack is still as weird as ever, but facing such a Utrecht, Feyenoord players are very calm!"

"Fuck, why are you guys so calm!"

"There are only 15 minutes left, do you have any opinion?"

"De Jong, De Jong receives the pass from Van der Marel and moves forward!"

"Amrabat is watching from the sidelines, De Jong can consider passing the ball"

"do it yourself!"

"..."

Tang Ye moved little by little on the court.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should have run 7km so far.

7km is not too exaggerated, but it is actually quite good for Tang Ye.

Strangely, Tang Ye did not feel the same heavy and tired feeling in his thighs as before.

Remember what Ten Hag said.

"Extra training can make you stronger!"

This is the result of extra practice!
"I'll come, I'll come!"

Tang Ye slowly ran to the left.

Follow up with Amrabat and then look for De Jong.

Where is De Jong...

Got it!

After finding De Jong's position, Tang Ye made a low pass.

Villena wanted to kick the ball.

But is Tang Qiuwang’s pass so easy to intercept?

De Jong holds the ball!

Make a fake move to fool people, then turn around!

Just give it a kick!
boom!
De Jong's long shot flew into the stands.

What a pity!

Ten Hahe shook his head.

Although De Jong's choice was a bit reckless, Utrecht did show momentum after 80 minutes.

A draw with Feyenoord is a score that Ten Hag can accept, but today's game is special and if he can win, he'd better win it.

Because this is related to the selection of the best head coach in February!
Taking a deep breath, Ten Hah clenched his hands into fists in the pockets of his down jacket.

He is just one step away from being named Head Coach of the Month.

Can God give him a push!
But it’s a pity that God didn’t seem to respond to Ten Hag.

The game reached the 90th minute and the fourth official gave 3 minutes of stoppage time.

The score is still 2:2!

"Can Utrecht seize the opportunity!"

"De Jong's pass was very accurate, it was given to Allais, and Allais ran to the left baseline!"

"Tang Ye is following behind, huh? Why is Tang Ye following behind Alai?"

Wang Chao didn't understand Tang Ye's actions, and neither did Ten Hag.

"Come back!"

Ten Hag yelled towards the field.

Tang Ye is a guy with no sense of discipline.

Why should a midfielder follow the striker to the flank?

What to do if the center defense is left empty?
The camera turned to Utrecht's frontcourt, and Haller made a heel pass to Josten on the right.

The pass wasn't very good, and Joosten and Bertkin kicked the ball almost simultaneously, kicking it right where it stood.

Oh?
Tang Ye's eyes lit up, and he suddenly ran in between Ale and Bertkin and rushed directly into the penalty area.

Bertkin was in a blind spot and didn't know that Tang Ye suddenly ran in.

But De Jong, who was standing behind, could see Tang Ye!

Snapped!
A header came out and the ball flew towards Tang Ye.

"De Jong's header!"

"Damn, that's a high ball. King Tang can't handle this kind of ball!"

"Tang Ye's ball sense is not very good, can you try to stop the ball..."

“Just draw it!”

In the camera, Tang Ye stepped on the ground with his left foot and his whole body leaned 45 degrees to the left.

Then swing out your right leg!

The ball was hit with the outside of the instep and hit the grass in front of the small penalty area, bounced and went into the dead corner at the lower right end of the goal.

"Oh my god, what is this!"

“Can someone tell me what this is!”

"Slash in the air!"

"Tang Ye completed a volley with the cooperation of De Jong!"

[Awesome?]

[No, Tang Ye also knows this? ]

[This is a world wave. Although it doesn’t have much power, this angle is simply invincible.]

[Fuck, your imagination is so rich? ]

[When I saw De Jong head the ball, I thought Mungo was going to cross it, but he caught it in the air]

[Master Tang, I remember you are not a midfielder???]

"Clap!"

Ten Hah retracted his hand that was pointing at Tang Ye and started clapping instead.

God did not respond to his call for help.

But Tang Ye responded!

This damn fate!

Ten Hag’s February Coach of the Month trophy is already secured!
“Wuhu!!!”

"Hahaha!"

Tang Ye and De Jong ran side by side towards the corner flagpole.

This buzzer-beater gave him 10 comeback points, but they were secondary.

Tang Ye likes this feeling, the feeling of killing the game with a world wave in the final moments.

It feels so damn good!
“Beep, beep!!!”

At the end of the game, Utrecht successfully defeated Feyenoord thanks to Tang Ye's volley in the 91st minute.

"this is yours"

Tang Ye took the MVP trophy from the host and returned to the locker room with his trophy.

boom!
Tang Ye kicked open the wooden door of the locker room and was greeted by his teammates.

"The trophy, another trophy!"

Alai and Amrabat crossed the middle therapy bed and ran quickly to Tang Ye.

Amrabat took the trophy from Tang Ye and looked at it carefully: "Damn, this thing is still a bit heavy. Tang, how many MVPs have you won this month?"

Eh!
Tang Ye was stunned.

This is my nth trophy this month?

"Besides today's win, have I won any other prizes this month?"

Tang Ye asked a question that left his teammates in the locker room jaw-dropping.

"Damn it, Tang, you don't even know how many MVPs you have won?"

Yansen held his head with both hands: "Hmm... If I remember correctly, there should be 3? I think so."

"Fuck, 3?"

Tang Ye spat the gum in his mouth accurately into the trash can: "Am I so awesome?"

"You're such a bullshit!"

Ten Hag came in from outside: "Tang, remember what I told you, don't focus all your attention on these personal honors"

For 16-year-old players like Tang Ye, Ten Hag has his own special way of education.

“Personal honor is secondary.”

Ten Hag put his hand on Tang Ye's shoulder and persuaded him earnestly: "Best Player, Best Coach, these trophies are secondary. What you need to pay attention to is the collective honor, the collective honor, understand?"

"I won the best manager trophy before, but did I say anything? I didn't say anything."

Ten Hahe's words made Tang Ye lower his head in guilt.

"Okay, come with me first, there's an interview outside."

"Interview?"

Tang Ye pointed to the MVP in his hand and said, "I was interviewed when I received the trophy just now."

"This is different, just follow me!"

Ten Hag brought Tang Ye to the press conference room of the stadium again. The flash lights almost blinded Tang Ye.

There is no way around it. Utrecht has a large flow of traffic this season, so naturally there are more reporters attending the press conference.

"Eric, you are very lucky to win this game. This is..."

"Lucky? No no no, I don't like the word lucky"

Ten Hag interrupted the reporter: "Luck is not a good thing for coaches or players. Football games rely on strength. We killed the game at the last minute. This is our strength, not luck."

"But Tang's volley almost hit the pillar."

The reporter glanced at Tang Ye who was sitting next to him.

Tang Ye didn't say anything because it was not the time for him to speak.

"But he scored, that's a fact, and we won the game."

Ten Hag shook his shoulders nonchalantly, showing his carefree attitude as a winner.

"There is one thing I must mention here, and that is the Coach of the Month trophy"

what?
Tang Ye turned his head and looked at Ten Hah beside him.

Right?
"Utrecht's goal was scored by strength, just like when I won the best coach trophy, it was all based on strength. I don't know why you journalists like to confuse strength with luck, which is very wrong."

Tang Ye touched his hair.

The reporter meant that his volley was scored by luck. Ten Hahe was speaking for Tang Ye, telling the reporter that it was Tang Ye's strength.

But for some reason, Tang Ye always felt that what Ten Hahe said was a little strange.

Why did Mr. Eric use the Coach of the Month trophy to make this analogy?
The first reporter who stood up could not get any benefit from Ten Hag, and the second reporter very wisely avoided Ten Hag.

He chose to interview Tang Ye, who was hardly threatening.

"Don, according to our understanding, Feyenoord has contacted you before. Can you tell me why you didn't agree at that time?"

Feyenoord and Utrecht have completely different ecological positions in the Eredivisie.

Moreover, Feyenoord offered Tang Ye a salary three times that of Utrecht at that time, so it was indeed unbelievable that Tang Ye did not go.

"Oh, you said this"

Tang Ye bit his fingernails and carefully recalled the situation at that time: "Well, they are really nice. Mr. Giovanni even treated me to a meal at a Chinese restaurant at that time, but I really didn't want to go to their place."

"Is it because of the club's restrictions? But they are willing to pay your penalty."

"Ah, no, no, this has nothing to do with the penalty. The penalty won't do anything. If I wanted to leave, I would have paid the penalty myself, but I really don't want to leave..."

Tang Ye said seriously, and the reporters below the stage frowned.

I have to pay the penalty myself, what kind of statement is this?
The reporter didn't quite understand Tang Ye.

But think about it carefully...

Tang Ye is Ten Hahe's apprentice. Since he is Ten Hahe's apprentice...

That makes sense!
……

Overseas Weekly Report - Utrecht 3:2 Feyenoord, Guangdong young player Tang Ye scored the winning goal.

Utrecht Evening News front page headline - In trouble? The Dutch Cup semi-final match between Utrecht and Saints will start at 9:45.

Under Dutch law, Tang is not allowed to work after 10pm, which means he would only have a maximum of 15 minutes on the pitch if Utrecht complied with the law.

……

The recent schedule is quite busy. We will play against Feyenoord on the 28th and against Saints on March 3nd.

It was the semi-final of the Dutch Cup, a very important game.

Logically speaking, Tang Ye should be quite excited to be able to participate in the semi-finals, but Tang Ye was not excited, he even felt a little uncomfortable.

Because he might only get 15 minutes of playing time.

dong dong!

After lunch, Tang Ye knocked on Ten Hahe's door.

"Mr. Eric, can I be included in the roster for the semi-finals?"

This is Tang Ye's first season in the first team, and he has never played in any decent knockout matches in the Netherlands.

If Tang Ye said that he didn't want to participate in the semi-finals the day after tomorrow, that would definitely be a lie!

"Yes of course"

Ten Hag simply sorted out the documents on the table and piled them together: "Not only will you play, but you will also be the starter. Players who train hard will be rewarded. You haven't been late for training in the past week, so you deserve to start!"

"So I'm going to go straight out at 15 minutes?"

"End? No!"

Ten Hag shook his head: "You will play as a starter for at least 45 minutes. The club is ready to fine you."

After learning that Tang Ye would be subject to restrictions under the Minor Protection Act, the club's finance department set aside a special budget to pay the fine.

"Um... okay."

Tang Ye nodded, said hello to Ten Hahe and left.

Tang Ye met the club's owner, Verhoff, on the stairs.

Verhoff also came to see Ten Haage, and he and Tang Ye were concerned about the same issue.

"Eric, if Don doesn't come off the field after 10 p.m., we'll be fined."

Verhoff said slowly: "We can afford tens of thousands of euros each time, but you have to know that the fine will increase, and it may even reach 10 euros in the future!"

Verhofer looked ten Hag in the eye. "So Don has to play? Can you take him out of the roster for those restricted games?"

A fine of tens of thousands of euros is not a lot, but it is also a lot.

One game cost Utrecht half the team's salary.

Verkhov was heartbroken!
Utrecht is not Manchester United or Real Madrid, Utrecht does not have that much money!

“This… um.”

Ten Hag looked a little embarrassed: "Mr. Paul, I'm afraid this won't work"

"Okay, so Don is our core player, is that right?"

"Core player? No, not really"

"He's not a core player, so can't you remove him from the match roster?"

"Mr. Paul, I'm afraid that won't work."

amount……

Verkhov put his hand to his forehead.

A little speechless.

……

Dutch Cup semi-final, Utrecht vs Saints.

Saints Football Club is a football team from Holting, which is three levels below the Eredivisie.

The opponent is not strong, but it is the semi-final after all, so Utrecht still takes it seriously.

In the 15th minute of the game, the fans' eyes turned to Ten Hag standing in front of the bench.

Ten Hag remained unmoved.

"Ok, Teng Sheng once again ignored the law!"

"Utrecht is very arrogant. It depends on whether Tang Ye can make the fine worthwhile in this match!"

"Come on, King Tang!!!"

In the 24th minute of the game, Haller scored with a header and Utrecht, who played at home, opened the scoring.

Then came the 37th minute!

"Tang Ye! The speed is not fast, but the sense of rhythm is very good"

"Pass it to Kleber who is on the wing!"

"Perfect! A very clever pass by King Tang!"

"Kleber! Long shot!
"The ball is in!"

"..."

"Ramselaar, look at De Jong next to you!"

"Whether to pass or not! No! Ramselaar plays a little independently, dribbling the ball himself!"

"Foul! Foul by the visiting team! Utrecht's set piece!"

"Leave it to Mengge! Let me Mengge do it!"

"Tang Ye! Get him into the penalty area!"

"The ball went in!!!"

“3:0! Utrecht leads by 3 goals!”

[Okay, okay, the fine paid by Utrecht is really worth it. Mungo has already had 2 assists]

[Damn it, I didn’t buy this game because the odds were too low. If I had known earlier, I would have bought it. I could have made more than 1 yuan by buying 1000...]

[No, how did the Saints football club, which is so rubbish, make it to the semi-finals?]

[Is Saints football rubbish? No, Utrecht is too strong! ]

[Utrecht is too strong? No, it’s me, King Tang, who is too strong! ]

“Bij ans doet een bal precies”

“Wat een bal moet doen“

“We have to go to the spelters”

"..."

The home team fans were extremely happy as they were leading by 3 goals at the end of the first half.

Although they were leading, Ten Hag was not in a hurry to replace Tang Ye from the field.

Utrecht has hired a lawyer to calculate that the fine Tang Ye needs to pay is the same whether he plays 45 minutes or 55 minutes in today's game.

In that case, let’s just play until the 55th minute!

The physical fitness of the players of the Heding team is not very strong, even Tang Ye can deal with it.

Seeing the opposing midfielder showing off in front of him, Tang Ye rushed out directly.

"I'll come, I'll come!"

A flying tackle was made, Tang Ye lay on the ground, looked up, then swung his leg to send the ball into the penalty area. Ale took the ball, turned around, and scored with a violent shot.

This is Ale's second goal!

It was also Tang Ye’s hat trick!
Assist hat trick!

[You get counterattack points*5]

[Assist hat trick, extra bonus counterattack points*20]

[First assist hat trick, extra bonus counterattack points*20]

comfortable!
Tang Ye lost the club tens of thousands of euros due to this illegal match today.

The club is poor, but I am rich!

The extra 40 counterattack points reward for assisting a hat trick made Tang Ye a little excited. He was so excited that he now wanted to see what reward he could get for assisting a hat trick.

But unfortunately, after the dead ball, Ten Hag started to make substitutions.

It is now the 53rd minute. If Tang Ye plays for another 2 minutes, Utrecht will have to pay an additional fine of 8500 euros!

"Tom!"

Boom!

"Tom!"

Boom!

The home team fans applauded Tang Ye, who trotted off the field.

The opponent in this game was very weak, and Tang Ye actually wanted to gain more counterattack points.

But there are restrictions on me.

Have no idea!

[You are 37 years old and play for an Eredivisie team. Due to the Dutch middle-aged protection law, you cannot play the entire game in some matches.]

[The system's middle-aged protection law has been triggered, and your compensation reward is being drawn...]

[Middle-aged soccer players are prone to having slow reaction times. As compensation, you get: the reaction speed of an 18-year-old! ]

Reaction speed of an 18 year old?

Walking from the edge of the court to the chair on the bench, Tang Ye's expression was stunned.

No, the reaction speed of an 18-year-old?

He is 16 years old now and his reaction speed is also at the level of a 16-year-old.

But Tang Ye got the reaction speed of an 18-year-old from the system's reward.

The reaction speed of a 16 year old and the reaction speed of an 18 year old...

My day!

Tang Ye now has a problem.

Is this getting stronger or weaker?
……

(End of this chapter)