Chapter 102: Carnival After Despair, Utrecht! (20k update, seeking monthly tickets!)

"No, no, no! Referee! Referee!"

Ramselaar sprinted toward the head referee, Haje: "It didn't touch the hand! Believe me, the ball didn't hit our player's arm!"

Jahanbakhsh's shot had struck Amrabat's hand, and Ramselaar had seen it crystal clear.

But he couldn't admit what he saw; he had to lie through his teeth!

"Damn it..."

Amrabat clasped his head with both hands, his expression indescribable.

His hand had opened naturally as he ran; he never expected it would end up blocking Jahanbakhsh's shot!

What kind of luck was this!

The referee ignored Ramselaar's protest; the penalty was given regardless.

Santos, the team's primary penalty taker, stepped up to the twelve-yard mark.

A powerful shot!

The score was leveled once again!

"Damn!"

The instant the ball hit the net, Ten Hag outside the touchline squatted to the ground, covering his eyes with both hands.

He couldn't bear to watch a single second more!

It was already the 76th minute of the match; Utrecht could very well lose their Eredivisie title due to this penalty blunder.

Dos Santos, the scorer, began celebrating with his teammates.

The outcome of this match meant little to them, but if they could stop the dark horse Utrecht, it would be no small honor!

Amrabat bit his lower lip, his pallid face bearing a trace of visible despair.

Tang Ye noticed Amrabat and immediately ran over: "It's okay, Sofyan, it's okay. Listen to me, there's still time."

His expression unchanged, Amrabat clearly hadn't taken in Tang Ye's words.

"Even if you hadn't reached out, that ball would have gone in anyway. Listen to me, it was an unsaveable corner; it makes no difference whether you stretch your hand or not!"

Tang Ye switched his method of consolation, and this time Amrabat finally felt much better.

Ramselaar hurried over and offered Amrabat further comfort.

"There's still time, there's still time!"

He reached into his crotch to grab some chewing gum, only to find there was none left.

With no other choice, Tang Ye could only finish the rest of the match chewing gum that had long lost its flavor.

【Damn, what's wrong with Amrabat?】

【I'm done, I'm done. Those of you who said Utrecht would win easily, step out here!】

【So you're just not giving my Tang Tang Qiuwang the Eredivisie title, is that it?】

【Saint Ten, think of something, Saint Ten!】

【Forget Saint Ten; haven't you seen? Your Saint Ten is already quietly wiping away tears.】

"We hebben goede spelers."

"..."

The Utrecht team anthem rang out once again in the Galgenwaard Stadium.

After taking the lead, the home fans' eyes had sparkled with light; to have the score leveled under such circumstances was something the home supporters could never accept.

Utrecht had never won the Eredivisie title, but when hope truly stood before them, could Utrecht fans really not wish to touch the Eredivisie championship shield even once?

Urged by Ramselaar, the away fans hastily ended their celebration.

The broadcast camera cut to Ten Hag; the Utrecht assistant coach wore a very poor expression.

This season, Utrecht had defeated all three Eredivisie giants, yet no one expected they would ultimately fall at the hands of Alkmaar.

They should have already deployed their strongest tactics!

Wait!

Ten Hag suddenly thought of something, his eyes lighting up.

Thinking carefully...

Actually, he hadn't yet deployed their strongest tactics!

From his seat on the substitutes' bench, Ten Hag turned to look at Fan Fan Dejiahe: "How much time is left?"

Fan Fan Dejiahe glanced at the countdown displayed on his laptop: "Fourteen minutes remaining in regular time; stoppage time should be between two and three minutes, assuming no further fouls occur."

"Good."

Ten Hag stood up from his chair: "We are going to win."

Fan Fan Dejiahe: Huh?

"Pass the ball!"

Ten Hag ran back to the touchline; though merely an assistant coach, he was screaming hysterically, truly devoting himself heart and soul.

"Pass to Tom! Tom, pay attention!"

What's going on?

Suddenly hearing Ten Hag shout his name, Tang Ye glanced toward the sideline during a break in play.

Indeed, he was calling his name.

Holy crap!

Tang Ye gasped for air.

Could this be... trust from his mentor?

Damn it; for some reason, Tang Ye suddenly stopped panting.

He was extremely excited now, even harboring a faint, inexplicable confidence.

What kind of feeling would it be to score a goal at this very moment and give his team the lead!

Must charge!

Starting from the 80th minute, Utrecht, dissatisfied with the status quo, gradually intensified their attack despite the players' generally depleted stamina.

Ramselaar received the ball on the right wing!

"To me, to me!"

Ramselaar had just stopped the ball when he heard Tang Ye calling for a pass.

Are you serious, bro?

His form was a bit confused, but out of trust in Tang Ye, Ramselaar made the pass anyway.

Tang Ye was also getting anxious; after receiving the ball and turning, he immediately sent a long pass toward the right baseline.

Say what you will, that long pass was actually quite decent!

"Di Di Bala controls the ball!"

"Cut inside, cut inside!"

"Shoot!"

"Damn, just missed by a hair!"

"I'm seriously pissed; apart from Haller, the other Utrecht strikers feel average in form, otherwise we might already be leading 5-3."

"Can't you seize the opportunity!"

"..."

"The away team is carrying the ball in their own half!"

"Damn, this Alkmaar bunch knows they can't score, so they're just passing around in the back; hey, can't you play a bit bolder?"

Just as Wang Chao said, the several Alkmaar defenders hid at the back, passing back and forth, giving Utrecht absolutely no chance.

Utrecht wanted to win, but damn it, Alkmaar only wanted a draw!

"Boooooo—!!!"

Boos erupted from the stands; the home fans were deeply dissatisfied with the away team's cowardly tactics. The Utrecht players on the field felt the same; everyone was getting anxious.

How anxious were they? Tang Ye didn't know why he had run all the way to the center forward position.

"Go back! Come back a bit!"

Ten Hag's heart hung in suspense.

I told you not to be a lazy pig, but you don't have to go and be a wild boar either!

Just then, something sudden happened on one side; the two Alkmaar defenders, as if startled by a Montfoort wild boar, misplaced a pass.

It was meant to be a pass from Vlaar to Wu Wu Tengsi, but it went straight into Tang Ye's face.

One-on-one!

The fans all stood up; at this moment, all Tang Ye needed to do was carry the ball forward for a one-on-one breakaway.

However, Tang Ye was already a bit unable to run, so he chose a rather unconventional way to handle the ball.

Shoot directly!

"Holy crap, chipping from this posi—"

!

"Goal!"

"Gooooo—aaaaaa—lllllll!!!!"

The live announcer practically shouted himself hoarse into the microphone.

With an unexpected chip shot from Tang Ye, the away team's goalkeeper didn't even have a chance to jump and make a save!

"Roaaaar—!!!"

Dopamine and adrenaline engulfed Tang Ye's brain in mere half a second; confirming he had scored, Tang Ye sprinted rapidly toward the Utrecht bench.

Run-up!

Knee slide!

Swish swish swish!

His calves rubbed constantly against his knees; at this moment, Tang Ye brought out his super celebration technique, honed through months of bitter practice.

The toes of both feet turned inward simultaneously.

This style of knee slide was slightly slower than the usual kind.

But it also had its own advantages.

Tang Ye and Ten Hag embraced each other.

The camera focused on the small patch of grass he had just slid across.

Holy beans, damn it, four black stripes!

"Great ball, great ball!"

Ten Hag hugged Tang Ye tightly, then pushed him away before using his hands to ruffle Tang Ye's hair.

Players on the field rushed over quickly, joined simultaneously by the players from the bench!

Check Dongqiu Di Live Match Report: 87th minute, Tang Ye scores a winning chip shot, Utrecht leads 4-3!

Check Dongqiu Di Live Match Report: Master, what is your profession? The camera focuses on the grass where Tang Ye knee-slid; four black stripes are clearly visible.

【Awesome... freaking awesome】

【Holy crap, Tang Ye's ability to seize opportunities is no weaker than Jostein's】

【The reason Sage Ten is called Sage Ten is that putting Tang Ye up front as a center forward is a move ordinary people would never think of】

【Exchanging gifts, huh? Haha, but Tang Tang Qiuwang really knows how to seize this opportunity; that's impressive.】

【Tang Ye: Laozi isn't running anymore; Laozi is going to chip the ball into the goal!】

【Great Ten Hag above, please accept my bow!】

"Tom!"

"Tom!!"

"Tommm!!!"

Bang bang bang bang bang!

A single chipped shot ignited the Gernot Dech Stadium; although two minutes had already passed since the goal, these Utrecht players were still piling on top of each other.

At the feet of Haller and Van der Mareel, Tang Ye secretly crawled out from underneath.

Ten Hag paused for a moment: "Wait, how are you on the outside?"

"I don't know."

Tang Ye rubbed his head: "I saw an empty spot and squeezed out; Mr. Sitting Like, being crushed at the very bottom hurts a lot."

"Alright..."

Ten Hag nodded.

These were all trivial matters.

Today, no matter what you say, it is right!

"Beep, resume the match, please resume the match!"

The referee ran over after receiving a complaint from AZ Alkmaar; Di Di Bala intentionally prolonged the celebration and received a yellow card.

The match continued!

"Utrecht!"

Bang bang!

"Utrecht!"

Bang bang!

Amidst the cheers of the fans on site, the fourth official raised the board for stoppage time.

Stoppage time: 3 minutes!

Tang Ye chewed on a piece of gum that had lost all its flavor, a smile hanging on his face.

Haha, AZ Alkmaar doesn't have many chances left!

"Defend! Utrecht, defend!"

"Can't we substitute a defender? Oh right, Utrecht has no substitution slots left now, but it doesn't matter; you can put me, Tang Tang Qiuwang, in the back to make tackles."

"Utrecht, defend!"

"..."

"Beep, beep beep——!!!"

The head referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the match, and the large screen hanging at the very top of the stadium displayed the result of this game.

Utrecht: AZ

4:3

"Utrecht!"

"Utrecht!"

Both the starting lineup and the substitutes of Utrecht were running on the pitch; Ten Hag was running as well.

Ptui!

With the match finally over, Tang Ye spat the gum, which he had chewed into a mess, into its wrapper and then stuffed it back into the pocket of his crotch area.

He turned and slowly walked toward Amrabat: "Sofyan, I told you we would win."

"Damn!"

Amrabat cursed loudly, his powerful arms directly pulling Tang Ye into an embrace.

"You are my god!"

(End of Chapter)