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

Chapter 92 Ten Hag regains sight, new contract?
"Continuing the winning streak, Utrecht's ranking in the standings is further consolidated! "

"Ten Hag leaves Montford detention center, Utrecht's savior returns!"

As the news said, on the first day after the Utrecht VS Graafschap match, Ten Hag left the local detention center.

"Ten Hach!"

"Eric!"

More than a dozen football reporters blocked Ten Hag who had just walked out, and asked him countless questions as soon as he opened his mouth.

The team won the game yesterday and Ten Hag was in a good mood when he came out of the detention center today. So he didn't rush to get in the car, but accepted an interview with reporters.

"Eric, yesterday afternoon you gave instructions to Utrecht in the detention center, and Utrecht did win the game. What made you think of giving instructions to the players over the phone?"

The reporter handed the microphone to Ten Haage's mouth.

"Oh, you mention this, I thought of it the first time I was caught."

Ten Hag raised his lips: "Because I know very well that this is the most critical period for the team. At this time, I must stand up as the head coach. The team cannot do without me."

The reporter nodded: "We saw your help to the team. Utrecht's offense did become more effective in the second half. Mr. Eric, in the Ajax match, you let Tom start and play the whole game, and in the end you were also arrested by the police."

"Do you have any regrets about this? Do you regret the decision you made before?"

"Nonono, I will never regret it"

Ten Hag shook his head again and again: "Don's offensive threat ability is very good. I need his ability to help the team against Ajax, because you know, Ajax is not an easy team to deal with."

"Yes, so I did it. As for being taken away, I actually knew that I would encounter this situation a long time ago. But my opinion is that if it is beneficial to the team, I am willing to accept a certain degree of sacrifice."

clap clap clap!
Snap, snap, snap, snap!

Applause from reporters and fans rang out at the entrance of the detention center.

"Erik!"

Boom!

"Ten Hag!"

Boom!

"Erik!"

Bang bang bang!
"Ten Hag!"

Bang bang bang!
The fans cheered loudly, Ten Hag raised his right hand to signal to the fans, and cheers immediately broke out around him.

"Well... Eric, you will soon face Feyenoord in the Dutch Cup final."

The reporter returned to the topic and Ten Hag's expression immediately became serious.

"Although Feyenoord is currently ranked fourth in the league, far behind you, they are still one of the traditional strong teams in the Eredivisie. You will face a strong opponent like Feyenoord in the Dutch Cup final. As the head coach of the club, Eric, do you have anything to say?"

"Feyenoord is very strong, I have to admit that"

The reporter handed the microphone over, and Ten Hag took another step forward, as if he wanted to take the microphone from the reporter.

After being locked up for more than three days, Ten Hag now has a lot to say.

"But you also know that Utrecht has created many miracles this season. We have many miraculous players and miraculous tactics."

"So you think you're going to win the Dutch Cup? Your first Dutch Cup since the 2003-2004 season?"

"Yes, I think so."

"woww!!!"

"Ten Hag!"

"Ten Hag!"

"Ten Hag!"

……

[De Bruyne arc through pass level 3: simulation]

Proficiency: 217/400
[De Bruyne's long-angle shot level 3: simulation]

Proficiency: 27/250
[De Bruyne 45-degree cross level 2: similar]

Proficiency: 32/100
"call……"

After the morning ball training ended, Tang Ye let out a long sigh.

Damn it, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to upgrade these skills of mine after they reached level 3.

Tang Ye now only has a level 6 spatial movement skill, which he obtained by exploiting a bug.

In addition to spatial movement, Tang Ye’s strongest points now are the level 3 arc pass and level 3 far-corner shot.

The problem is that both of these skills still have a long way to go before reaching level 4.

The journey is difficult!

Walking slowly towards the therapy room, Tang Ye took the time to take a look at his current account balance.

Account balance: Counterattack points*265
265 counterattack points, while the counterattack points required to unlock new props are 160 points.

this……

Tang Ye gritted his teeth.

Anyway, the season is almost over, so we might as well produce more.

He now has to rely on the Dutch Cup and the league championship to open his ultimate treasure chest!

[Do you want to spend 160 counterattack points to unlock new props? ]

[You have obtained Paul Pogba's Hair Mud: In the next 2 hours, when you gain 2 points of skill proficiency, you gain an additional 1 point (for the same skill)]

Price: Counterattack Points*10
"Forehead……"

Looking at his current system panel, Tang Ye didn't feel very good.

If he had known that the next unlocked item would have such an effect, he wouldn't have kept the money unused when he had more than 200 counterattack points in his deposit!
50% extra proficiency!

Tang Ye estimated that if he had this thing before, he would never have upgraded [Long Corner Shot] to level 3 so late!

"Tang, why do you feel uncomfortable looking at the past?"

Amrabat, who had also completed the training task, ran up from behind and patted Tang Ye on the shoulder: "Is it because Eric is back? Haha!"

"No, how is that possible? You're overthinking it."

Tang Ye shook his head, came back to his senses and patted Amrabat's butt: "I'm just under a lot of pressure now."

"Come on, Don, do you get stressed out too?"

Amrabat didn't quite believe what Tang Ye said. Morocco pointed at Ramsellal who was walking in front and said, "Bart is under a lot of pressure. You know, Mr. Michel found a psychologist for Bart!"

"Psychologist?"

Tang Ye looked a little unhappy.

It is definitely not a good thing for a professional player to suddenly see a psychologist!

"Because Bart is under too much pressure. Haven't you noticed that he used to eat two croissants every morning, but these days he only eats half a croissant."

Tang Ye nodded.

If Amrabat hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have noticed this problem.

"So what? Do we need to do anything?"

"What else do you want to do? Come on, Tang, you are not a psychiatrist."

Amrabat walked in front of Tangye and said, "You can get up earlier and help Bat eat his croissants, so that he won't have any leftovers, hahaha!"

"..."

Tang Ye was a little speechless. When he didn't know what to do, he always liked to put a piece of chewing gum in his mouth.

After Amrabat's reminder, Tang Ye recalled carefully and realized that the high pressure seemed to be not just a problem for Ramseral alone.

Utrecht is now at the top of the standings, with Ajax PSV Eindhoven eyeing them closely. Their opponent in the Dutch Cup final is still Feyenoord.

I rely on!

If you think about it this way, Utrecht is now going head-to-head with the three giants of the Eredivisie!
No wonder my teammates are more nervous than each other.

It's really impossible not to be nervous!
……

The training in preparation for the match against Feyenoord was still going on, and Tang Ye received another call from Boll at the end of the training that day.

The season is about to end, and Boll expressed his desire to meet with Tang Ye to discuss the new season.

"Wen Chow", a local Wenzhou restaurant in Montford, is where Tang Ye and Boll met for the first time.

"Anything to eat, Don?"

Boll handed the menu to Tang Ye: "It's my treat."

Tang Ye’s current weekly salary is 7200 euros. According to the contract, Boll can get more than 1000 euros from Tang Ye every week, which is 4000 euros a month.

With so much money to earn, treating Tang Ye to a meal is no big deal.

Tang Ye took the menu and looked at it back and forth for 2 minutes, but he just couldn't choose what to eat for dinner today.

"Do you have the same difficulty in making choices as I do?"

Bol said with a smile. When Tang Ye heard what Bol said, he immediately made his own choice.

A large bowl of wontons, two plates of duck tongues, and a serving of sweet and sour pork ribs.

Compared to the last time he came here, Tang Ye asked for a lot more things. This was because he ate more after his training volume increased.

After handing the menu to the waiter, Boll asked for a bottle of Coke for Tang Ye, and the two started chatting about the matter.

"I have a brief understanding of the current situation in the Eredivisie. Based on my inference, I should be able to help you get a new contract with Utrecht with a weekly salary of 9000 euros or even 1 euros."

Boll took out a piece of paper and a pen from his backpack and briefly wrote down the current situation to Tang Ye.

"A weekly salary of 1 euros is a small probability event, but if you can win the Dutch Cup or the league championship, I think the team is willing to pay you this money."

"But there is a problem here. Your agent contract with me will become invalid after your weekly salary reaches 1 euros."

Boll pointed out the problem.

When signing the agent contract for the first time, Tang Ye set a standard of 1 euros per week.

15% commission is quite high. After Tang Ye's weekly salary reaches 1 Euros, it will be inappropriate for Boll to take such a high commission. This is Boll's first purpose in finding Tang Ye this time.

He didn't want to give up Tang Ye, a growing potential stock, so he took the initiative to bring up the idea of ​​a new agent contract.

9.5% of the weekly salary is the condition offered by Boll.

However, having learned from the last lesson, Boll added a new rule to the contract this time.

If Tang Ye's weekly salary reaches 5 euros, the commission rate will drop to 8%.

10 Euros is 6.5%.

If Tang Ye's weekly salary reaches 15 euros in the future, the commission rate will drop to the lowest 6%.

Judging from the commission ratio, Boll still does not want to give up the cooperation with Tang Ye.

He is already very sincere!

"Uh, are those things really necessary..."

Tang Ye pointed at the clause of 15 euros per week and gave Boll a look that said "you think too highly of me".

"Be prepared. The top players in the five major leagues below me all have similar contracts. Your ratio may be a little less."

Tang Ye took the draft handed to him by Boll, thought about it carefully, and finally agreed.

They will sign new contracts when the season ends next month.

“Oh, there is one more question.”

Bol put his elbows on the table and crossed his hands in front of him: "There is no news from Sevilla yet, but the person in charge of Frankfurt said they are willing to pay you more. Don, do you need my help to promote this transfer?"

"..."

"Um"

……

On April 4, a red and white bus carrying Utrecht players slowly drove into the Feyenoord Stadium.

There were still five hours before the game started and the outside of the stadium was already filled with Feyenoord fans.

"come on!"

In the bus, Amrabat stood up from his chair: "Those guys outside are so arrogant, damn it, Tang, open the window and I will scold them!"

Feyenoord fans started to put pressure on Utrecht players, which made Amrabat a little unbearable.

"Are you going to go out and beat them up? But there are a lot of them."

Tang Ye gently pulled open the curtains and took a peek outside.

Damn, it’s still early in the game and there’s already a lot of people outside.

"They have no hope of winning the league title this season. If they don't win the Dutch Cup, they won't win any title at all."

Van der Gaag suddenly said, explaining why Feyenoord fans were so excited.

"We are first in the league now, so they are anxious!"

Amrabat knelt on a chair and looked like he really wanted to open the window.

“So should I open the window?”

Tang Ye pointed to the curtain on his left and asked Amrabat.

"Open, I'm going to scold them!"

Tang Ye opened the window and Amrabat took a deep breath.

"What the hell..."

"Snapped!"

Tang Ye simply pulled open the curtains, but a mineral water bottle flew out from a distance and hit the car window directly.

"I rely on!"

Tang Ye quickly drew the curtains. Amrabat was startled and sat back in his chair.

"Hahahaha!"

Alai pointed at Amrabat who was sitting on the chair and said: "Can you be a little braver? Tang hasn't opened the window yet."

"Damn, these guys!"

Amrabat was not feeling very good as he suffered a defeat before the game even started.

"Tang, you must beat them up when the game starts. They are too arrogant!"

Tang Ye spread his hands to show his innocence: "Why let me go, what about you?"

"I'm a substitute!"

Amrabat chuckled and put his hand on Tang Ye's shoulder: "So it depends on you!"

"..."

Tang Ye was about to nod and agree, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized something was wrong.

"Hey, Sophia Yang, so you were trying to draw hatred from me? Damn it, I'm going to kill you!"

Tang Ye did what he said and started having sex with Amrabat directly on the chair.

Last year, whenever he fought with Amrabat, he was beaten every time. However, after joining the first team, Tang Ye developed a lot faster and is no longer so weak against Amrabat.

Ten Hag and Van der Gag, who were sitting at the front, looked at the players fighting in the back and didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere within the Utrecht team is now very divided.

Being as nervous as Ramsellar is, that's really stressful.

Tangye and Amrabat are at another extreme.

Amrabat had no pressure because he was a substitute, and he couldn't be blamed in the end.

Tang Ye's words...

This guy has a lot of nerves, and Ten Hag is a bit speechless about him.

"Ok ok, snap!"

Ten Hag thought about it carefully and stood up from his seat: "When you get in and out of the car, be careful not to clash with the home team's fans. It will be of no benefit to us if we quarrel with the fans."

"I know you are under a lot of pressure now, and I am under a lot of pressure too, but you have to be confident in your own abilities. What is our position in the league now?"

"First!"

Tang Ye answered quickly.

"Yes, we are number one, and Feyenoord is only fourth. Why should the number one be afraid of the fourth? They only have one way to go, the Dutch Cup. Believe me, they are under more pressure than us now."

Ten Hag is not only strong when facing reporters, but his level of speaking within the team is also top-notch.

This is the Dutch art of speaking. After a few words, the atmosphere in the team suddenly became a lot more relaxed.

……

"This is the 2015-16 Dutch Cup final, the match between Feyenoord and Utrecht. I am the commentator Wang Chao!"

"The players from both teams are ready for the game. Today is Utrecht's away game, but I feel that Utrecht still has a better chance of winning!"

"In the last league match against Graafschap, Utrecht won the game without ten Hag"

"In today's game, our Erik ten Hag, also known as the Ten Saint, came to the scene to supervise the game in person, so I believe Utrecht has no reason to lose"

"Okay, let me introduce the starting lineups of both teams, starting with Feyenoord."

"Feyenoord is fighting a desperate battle today, so the lineup must be full of core players"

Feyenoord (3-4-3)

Goalkeeper: Vermeer
Defenders: Van Beek, Botkin, Kongolo
Midfielders: Karsdorp, Ahmadi, Kuyt, Villena
Forwards: Tostra, Kramer, Elia
Head coach: Van Bronckhorst

The camera turned to the Feyenoord coach, and Wang Chao began his introduction.

For today's Dutch Cup final, the little anchor has made special preparations!
"This Van Bronckhorst had contacted Tang Ye before, but unfortunately, he was rejected by Tang Ye in the end."

"Then it's Utrecht. It's still the familiar back line and forward line. The midfield trio is Frenkie de Jong, Ramselaar, and most importantly, Don!

"The referee is looking at his watch!"

"The game begins!"

Haller passed the ball back to Van der Maarel, who moved forward with the ball, with the Utrecht defenders looking for their chance to attack.

In front of the visiting team's bench, Ten Hag put his hands in his pockets with no expression on his face.

In this game, Feyenoord used a 343 formation, which is currently a popular style of play in the Premier League.

It may seem impressive that the Feyenoord coach is learning tactics from the Premier League team, but in Ten Hag's opinion, it is pure pretense.

Even though Tang Ye has such an incredible long pass ability, Feyenoord still wants to play with three defenders.

Pure pretense!
Wouldn't this drive you to death?

"Give it to me, I'll do it!"

Tang Ye took the ball from Kum and turned around immediately!

Prepare to pass the ball forward, and then...

Then Tang Ye was knocked away!
Ahmadi got the ball by hitting Tang Ye with his body. Tang Ye had no choice but to look to the referee for help.

But unfortunately, the referee did not make any comment.

"Fuck, referee! Referee!"

Ten Hag raised his hands and went straight to the fourth official: "Isn't this a foul? This is a foul!"

The fourth official remained indifferent. He was not the referee. Even if he wanted to call a foul on Ahmadi, he didn't have the right to do so!

Impressed!

Ten Hag was a little annoyed. Now he finally understood why Feyenoord played with three defenders.

It seems that they won't give Tang Ye any chance to pass the ball long.

How to play this?
……

(End of this chapter)