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

Chapter 90 You can take my body away, but you can’t take away my contribution to Utrecht
"Ajax!"

"Ajax!"

"Ajax!"

The home team fans cheered loudly, they were very dissatisfied with the away team's sudden equalization.

It was obvious that Ajax was the dominant side on the field, so why could Utrecht equalize the score?

They rely on luck!
Ajax fans look down on Utrecht because they think that Utrecht's two goals were all due to luck!
In front of the bench, Ten Hag clenched his fists tightly in his shirt pockets.

His substitution of De Jong for Amrabat was a gamble.

He is betting that Utrecht can win the game!
In the third minute after De Jong came on the pitch, he made a very good advance. Seeing the opportunity, Tang Ye started moving early and ran directly from the middle to the left.

De Jong keeps pushing forward!

Tang Ye jogged forward while observing the position of the opposing defensive players in front of him.

Reach out for the ball!

Snapped!
De Jong gives it to Tang Ye!

Got it!

Tang Ye's eyes lit up. He had already made an observation before he turned around.

Now we just need to pass the ball to the right...

boom!
Goodley rushed out from somewhere and stepped on Tang Ye's ankle, causing the latter to take off on the spot.

"Fuck!"

It was not until the pain stimulated his brain that Tang Ye realized someone had tackled him.

Just tackle, why kick?
"Beep!"

"Gudelj's yellow card, damn, Ajax's tactical foul!"

"Why did you tackle my King Tang again!"

"Damn it, let's take a look!"

In the camera, Tang Ye rolled a few times and then stood up.

Goodley's tackle was a bit similar to the one made by Bazoer in the first half. Both were very fast, but the impact was not very strong.

grandma's...

Tang Ye was ready to run to the front to compete with his teammates for the point, but his current position felt somewhat familiar.

So he communicated with Ramseral in a low voice.

"Will you give me this ball?"

?

Ramsellar walked behind the referee's line and took a closer look.

It’s really a good set-piece spot.

Ramselaar can pass it to Tang Ye, but the score is now 2:2. Young youth players like Tang Ye are more easily affected by pressure.

amount……

wrong!

Ramseral suddenly remembered that Tang Ye seemed to have no feeling about pressure.

"Are you sure you want it?"

Ramsselaar looked into Tang Ye's eyes, who rubbed his hands and then took the ball.

"wowww!"

The home team fans in the stands began to boo.

Ramsselaar passed the free kick to Tang Ye, then ran directly into the penalty area.

He didn't even bother to fake a move!
"call……"

Ten Hag was a little surprised that Tang Ye took the initiative to ask for the ball.

Thinking about it carefully, Tang Ye must have a relatively high confidence to ask for the ball at this time, so Ten Hag chose to respect it.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle and Tang Ye started to run!
Snapped!
The ball was kicked directly to the back point with a forward spin, and began to slow down after falling.

To Ramselaar!
Snapped!
Ramsselaar headed the ball in!
ball……

In!

"GOOOO-AAAAAAA-LLLLLL!!!"

"Tang Ye's assist!"

"Tang Ye's second assist in this game!"

"The ball goes in, Utrecht takes the lead!"

"Brilliant!"

"Fuck, that's awesome!"

"Tang Ye is awesome!"

"Ten Hahe, awesome!"

The referee confirmed that the goal was valid, and the Utrecht players on the field ran towards the right corner flagpole at the same time.

The director switched the camera, and two cameramen near the player's tunnel followed Ten Hag closely.

Ten Hag saw the camera turning towards him, turned around to face the home team fans' stands, and slowly opened his arms.

Click!

The camera freezes at this moment.

Ten Hag had his back to the camera, and the home team fans in the stands were pointing at him and insulting him.

Ten Hag in this shot gives the fans in the live broadcast room a familiar feeling.

That was the Titanic.

There seemed to be an abyss in front of Ten Hag, but he chose to go forward without hesitation.

Eric ten Hag!

"Ten Hahe, you're going to jail!"

"Ten Hahe, go to jail!"

The fans in the stands kept insulting Ten Hag, but the Dutch coach showed an indifferent attitude.

He turned around and resumed his previous posture with his hands in his pockets.

[Awesome, it has to be Tang Ye. Damn, this is really accurate]

[Accuracy is only one aspect. Tang Ye's pass was falling when it slowed down, and Ramselaar received it very comfortably, otherwise he would not have been able to score with his header.]

【Ramsselaar gave the set-piece opportunity to Tang Qiuwang, who gave him the right to shoot. Tang Qiuwang, great! 】

[Stupid Ajax only knew how to foul, now they are suffering, if the No. 8 didn't foul, Utrecht might not have been able to score]

[If you underestimate my set-piece ability, you will pay the price! ]

[So will something happen to Ten Hag? ]

[Nothing can happen to Teng Sheng! ]

After the 80th minute of the game, Ajax, who were behind in the score, began to counterattack against Utrecht.

However, Ajax's momentum to score a goal had been destroyed. After more than 10 minutes of fierce attack, they still couldn't find any chance. "Beep, beep--!!!"

Referee Pereira blew the final whistle, and Utrecht completed a reversal against Ajax away from home!

"Wuhu!"

Tang Ye, De Jong and Ramsselaar hugged each other.

He was targeted by the opponent in this game, but he won the game in the end, which can be considered a good revenge.

The players returned to the locker room, and Van der Gahe found Tang Ye and said that Tang Ye had won the MVP of the game and needed to return to the court for an interview.

“Am I the MVP?”

Tang Ye pointed at his nose, somewhat surprised by the news informed by Vandergahe.

Utrecht's second goal was a shot by Tang Ye that bounced off the post, so Tang Ye actually only had 2 assists.

"Alai scored 2 goals"

Tang Ye reminded.

“It’s not just about goals and assists.”

Vandergaard corrected Tang Ye's wrong idea: "There is also the number of attacks initiated. 60% of our attacks were initiated by you, so you are the MVP of this game."

"I have no opinion!"

Alai raised his hands.

He was telling the truth. Now Ale has only one goal, which is to keep his Eredivisie Golden Boot with the help of Tang Ye.

For a striker like Haller, the league's Golden Boot is far more important than the tournament MVP.

Without further ado, Tang Ye returned to the field. Most of the home team fans had left, but the visiting team fans chose to stay.

Looking towards the visiting team's stands, Tang Ye could see a cheering board with his Chinese name "Tang Ye" written on it, but it wasn't written very nicely.

It is really difficult for these Dutch people to write Chinese!

"Tang, congratulations, you got the MVP trophy of this game. At the end of the first half, Utrecht was two goals behind. Tang, can you briefly describe the situation of you and your teammates at that time?"

“Oh, we were stressed, the pressure was high”

Tang Ye held the trophy and spoke bit by bit.

"But we have found our form again and Ajax is not completely unbeatable"

"TOM!"

"TOM!"

Tang Ye hadn't said a few words when the fans in the away team's stands immediately started shouting his name, making Tang Ye's face blush and his heart indescribably excited.

After the interview, Tang Ye walked back to the locker room holding the MVP trophy he had just won.

boom!
Kicking the door open, Tang Ye displayed the trophy in front of everyone. Ramseral and Amrabat ran over to celebrate with him.

The players were very happy, but Tang Ye soon discovered something wrong.

"Hasn't Mr. Eric finished his interview yet?"

Tang Ye's question immediately silenced the Utrecht locker room.

The head coach was the first to be interviewed by reporters after the game, followed by the MVP player. As a result, Tang Ye has returned but Ten Hag is still nowhere to be seen.

Where is the great Mr. Eric now?
The teammates didn't say anything, and Tang Ye turned his gaze to Van der Jag.

"Forehead……"

Vandergaard looked a little embarrassed: "This is not a good thing, but...well, forget it, just follow me.
Van der Gag walked out from behind Tang Ye, and Tang Ye, wearing slippers, followed him, followed by other players from Utrecht's first team.

"what's the situation?"

Tang Ye asked Alai as he went, and the latter spread his hands and said, "Mr. Eric has been punished."

"What punishment?"

"The punishment for letting you play"

added van der Gaag as he led his players out of the Johan Cruyff Arena.

There were not many people in the stadium, and Tang Ye realized that the home team fans and reporters were all outside the stadium.

Two fluorescent yellow painted cars were parked outside the stadium with the letters "POLITIE" written on them, which means "police" in Dutch.

what?
Tang Ye hadn't seen Ten Hah's eyes yet, but he had already realized that something was wrong.

No way……

Even though Ten Hag is a bad guy, he is still Tang Ye’s head coach after all!

Tang Ye held the MVP trophy tightly in his right hand, feeling a little anxious.

Even if I get everything, what's the use if I lose you!
Mr. Eric!
Tang Ye looked left and right, and finally followed the direction of the reporter's camera and saw Ten Hag coming out of the fan entrance.

Ten Hag was wearing his own clothes with his hands in his pockets, with two Dutch policemen standing on his left and right.

Click!

Click, click, click!

"Ten Hach!"

"Ten Hag, what does it feel like to be arrested?"

"Ten Hahe, can you answer my question, Ten Hahe!"

As soon as Ten Hag appeared, the scene immediately became chaotic, and reporters kept trying to break through the security line to get a chance to interview Ten Hag directly.

"Erik ten Hahe~"

"Erik ten Hahe~ in jail~Erik ten Hahe~ jail is waiting for you~"

"Utrecht has no future, and only darkness is left for Ten Hag~"

"Wow~"

"Erik! Ten Hag!"

"Erik! Ten Hag!"

The home team fans sang the "Ten Hag Prison March" they had just composed. In the camera, Ten Hag followed two local policemen to the police car.

Ten Hag took the initiative to open the door and sit in the back seat.

Just as the police were about to close the car door, Ten Hag suddenly exposed his upper body.

"Eric..."

Tang Ye tightly grasped the MVP trophy in his hand.

Tang Ye could guess that Ten Hag was probably going to say some farewell words to the Utrecht players.

Click, click, click!

Click, click, click!

The sound of camera shutters continued to ring. Ten Hahe took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"You can take my body, but you can't take my contribution to Utrecht"

Make fists with both hands and raise your right hand.

“Make Utrecht Great Agagin!”

I rely on?

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(End of this chapter)