Chapter 16: Tang Ye's Assist Seals the Kill: This Is the Midfielder I Wanted!

After sitting on the substitutes' bench for over 70 minutes, finally getting a chance to play should have been an extremely joyful occasion.

But Tang Ye could not feel happy.

The reason was that the pressure Groningen exerted in these final minutes was simply too immense.

Tang Ye had to run, because everyone else was running!

In the camera shot, Antonia received Lin Sen's pass, combined with Chiarè, dribbled past Ramselaar, and ran toward the arc outside Utrecht's penalty area.

Utrecht's defensive setup in the central channel had always been relatively tight, so after receiving the ball, Antonia failed to find an opening immediately.

Antonia moved laterally at the position of the arc.

He was searching for an opportunity!

Tang Ye's eyes were bright as he slowly ran forward from behind.

"Someone behind you!"

Droste shouted, signaling Antonia to beware of Tang Ye preparing to poach from behind.

?

Antonia dribbled toward the left flank, glancing back at Tang Ye in the process.

Their eyes met; Tang Ye, having been spotted, felt somewhat awkward.

It felt like a 37-year-old middle-aged man attempting a sneak attack only to be discovered!

"It's fine, you get up front!"

Ramselaar pointed toward the attacking third, then ran toward Antonia.

Since the midfield core had given such instructions, Tang Ye did not stand idle either; he actively moved forward to pull open space.

One could only say that Ramselaar's experience was indeed rich; together with Van der Mareel, he successfully tackled the ball away from Antonia.

Ramselaar turned with the ball!

He began to observe!

Haller, Di Di Bala, and Tang Ye standing in the center!

A perfect position; Ramselaar passed the ball with great precision straight to Tang Ye's feet.

It was now the 86th minute of the match!

【Brother Meng, I beg you, Brother Meng, save me once; if the home team doesn't win, I'm really going to jump.】

【Tang Ye, save me!】

【One kick from Meng, I beg you, just one kick is enough!】

To be honest, with the score still 0-0 in the 86th minute, only the Bean Warriors could endure such a boring match.

Not only could the Bean Warriors endure it, but they were also watching with extreme seriousness.

Because this was their promotion match.

The promotion match from Bean Warrior to Bean War God!

After receiving the ball, Tang Ye decisively turned; Chiarè, standing beside him, reacted quickly and reached out to grab him.

If this had been a month ago, Tang Ye might already have been stopped, but not now; during this past month, Fan Fan Dejiahe had subjected Tang Ye to extensive physical conditioning training.

Of course, there was also the most crucial Casemiro Tackle Template.

This template had granted him superior physical confrontation ability!

"Fuck off!"

Tang Ye held a positional advantage, so he directly used his shoulder to bump, successfully shoving Chiarè aside.

"Hmm?"

Ten Hag on the sidelines raised his eyebrows and remarked to Fan Fan Dejiahe beside him: "This is the effect of targeted training!"

Tang Ye was still dribbling; at this moment, he had not yet crossed the halfway line, so logically he should have continued dribbling forward.

But Tang Ye discovered a serious problem: Groningen's defenders were running faster than him, and if he continued dribbling, he would definitely be intercepted.

Thus, to avoid unnecessary running, Tang Ye immediately struck the ball.

"Tang Ye is dribbling, Tang Ye is..."

"Wait, bro, what are you doing? Is Tang Ye attempting a chip shot? Don't mess around!"

The Bean Warriors were now extremely nervous!

With the goalkeeper so close to the goal, even if the ball entered the frame during a chip shot at this moment, it would be useless.

However, Tang Ye's kick was actually not a shot.

Slap!

Struck with the outside of his foot, the ball, originally rolling on the grass, flew into the air.

It soared over Groningen's midfield, over Groningen's defenders.

Finally...

It landed at Haller's feet!

Wow!

Haller exclaimed in surprise; just earlier, he had spotted this gap and tentatively ran toward this spot.

But he never expected Tang Ye could actually pass the ball to this exact position!

With a "slap," Haller controlled the ball.

Facing the charging goalkeeper.

He directly pushed it into the far corner.

"Goal! Goal! Last-minute winner! Utrecht scores the last-minute winner!"

"Haller! No, no, Tang Ye, awesome Tang Ye! Holy shit!"

"I'm a fucking idiot, I'm blind as a bat; that was a pass! Tang Ye helped the team complete this game-winning goal!"

The camera cut to Ale, the scorer; the Ivory Coast striker immediately ran toward the backfield after scoring.

He was looking for Tang Ye!

"Beautiful, that's exactly the feeling!"

Ale wrapped both arms around Tang Ye's head, then pressed his forehead against Tang Ye's.

Facing the 1.91-meter-tall Ale, the merely 1.74-meter Tang Ye had no power to resist.

"This is the kind of pass I want!"

Ale slipped his hands under Tang Ye's armpits and hoisted the sixteen-year-old youngster straight into the air.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The commotion in the stands was deafening; some fans had already begun shouting Tang Ye's name.

"I told you,"

Ten Hag spread his hands toward Fan Fan Dejiahe: "I said we needed to devise a specialized training plan for him; only a specialized training plan can allow a player's ability to improve at the fastest pace!"

"But..."

Fan Fan Dejiahe reminded him: "Our training plan targets physicality; this pass has little to do with physicality, doesn't it? Isn't this pure talent?"

"What do you know? Without sufficient strength to support it, could he have made such a long pass?"

Ten Hag clapped his hands in approval.

This was the most spectacular pass of the current Eredivisie season.

The most spectacular, bar none!

"Tom!"

Ten Hag shouted toward Tang Ye on the pitch; he had originally intended to call out "Tang," but the moment the sound left his lips, it unconsciously became "Tom."

"For training the day after tomorrow, you can come to the first-team cafeteria!"

Mm!

Hearing Ten Hag's voice, Tang Ye's eyes lit up, and he finally broke into a smile.

Since being promoted to the first team, he had eaten lunch in the first-team cafeteria only once.

The food there was incomparable to that of the reserve-team cafeteria!

Tang Ye had always wanted to return, but Ten Hag had consistently forbidden him from doing so.

Now he could finally eat in the first-team cafeteria!

【Tearing up, brothers; I'm genuinely tearing up.】

【Do you understand that feeling? Standing on the rooftop, ready to take the next step forward, only to be grabbed back at the last second. Is this U17? No, this is the Ball King!】

【Let me calculate: hundreds, thousands, ten thousands... Holy shit, 20,000! Awesome! Adoptive father, Tang Ye, from now on you're my adoptive father!】

【A lifelong fan; from now on, anyone who slanders Tang Ye online, I'll fight them with my entire family genealogy!】

【I'm a web novel author; I type fast. If anyone curses Tang Ye in the future, I can help Tang Ye verbally annihilate the opposition!】

【My first-ever authentic jersey; Tang Ye, I'm giving my first blood to you!】

【Did you see it? After Ten Hag called out, Tang Ye smiled incredibly happily; he's probably going to be named in the starting lineup for the next match!】

Thanks to Ale's game-winning goal, Utrecht seized control of the match.

And upon learning that he could now enter the first-team cafeteria, Tang Ye's running became increasingly energetic.

At this moment, Tang Ye still did not know that the pass he had just made had saved fourteen lives!

(End of Chapter)