Chapter 16: Tang Ye Assists the Winner—This Is the Midfielder I Wanted!

After sitting on the bench for over seventy minutes, finally getting a chance to play was supposed to be a joyful thing.

But Tang Ye couldn’t feel happy.

The reason was that Groningen had applied immense pressure in these final minutes.

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

On camera, Antonia received a pass from Lin Sen, combined with Shiare, dribbled past Ramselaar, and sprinted toward the arc of Utrecht’s penalty area.

Utrecht’s central defense had always been tight, so Antonia couldn’t find an opening immediately after receiving the ball.

Antonia moved laterally at the arc.

He was searching for an opportunity!

Tang Ye’s eyes gleamed as he slowly ran forward.

“Someone’s behind you!”

Droste shouted, warning Antonia to watch out for Tang Ye, who was sneaking in from behind.

?

Antonia dribbled leftward and glanced back at Tang Ye.

Their eyes met; Tang Ye, caught, felt embarrassed.

It felt like a 37-year-old man trying to ambush someone—and getting spotted!

“It’s fine, go up front!”

Ramselaar pointed toward the forward line, then sprinted toward Antonia.

Since the midfield core had given such an order, Tang Ye didn’t hesitate—he moved up to stretch the defense.

One could only say Ramselaar’s experience was truly vast; together with Van der Maarel, he successfully stole the ball from Antonia.

Ramselaar, turn with the ball!

Start observing!

Aale, Barazite, and Tang Ye standing right in the middle!

Perfect positioning—Ramselaar passed the ball with pinpoint accuracy straight to Tang Ye’s feet.

It was the 86th minute of the match!

【Meng, please, Meng, save me— if the home team doesn’t win, I’m jumping!】

【Tang Ye, save me!】

【Just one shot, please, just one shot!】

Honestly, with the score still 0-0 at the 86th minute, only the Bean Warriors could endure such a dull match.

Not only could the Bean Warriors endure it—they watched with intense focus.

Because this was their promotion match.

The match to become Bean Warriors turned Bean Gods!

After receiving the ball, Tang Ye turned sharply; Shiare beside him reacted quickly and reached out to grab him.

A month ago, Tang Ye might have been stopped, but not now—Van der Gah had trained him extensively in physical conditioning over the past month.

Of course, there was also the most crucial Casemiro tackling template.

This template gave him far superior physical confrontation ability!

“Fuck off!”

Tang Ye had positional advantage—he used his shoulder to shove directly, successfully breaking free from Shiare.

“Huh?”

On the sideline, Ten Hag raised an eyebrow and spoke to Van der Gah: “This is the effect of targeted training!”

Tang Ye was still dribbling, but he hadn’t yet crossed the halfway line—technically, he should keep advancing.

But Tang Ye noticed a serious problem: Groningen’s defenders were running faster than him—if he kept dribbling, he’d definitely be caught.

So, to avoid unnecessary running, Tang Ye took a shot.

“Tang Ye is dribbling, Tang Ye is…”

“Dude, what are you doing? Is Tang Ye attempting a chip shot? Don’t mess around!”

The Bean Warriors were now extremely tense!

The goalkeeper was so close to the goal—any chip shot even within the frame would be useless.

But Tang Ye’s pass wasn’t a shot at all.

Paf!

With the outside of his foot, the ball rolling on the grass lifted into the air.

It flew over Groningen’s midfield, over Groningen’s defenders.

Finally…

It landed at Aale’s feet!

Wow!

Aale gasped—he’d noticed the space and had tentatively run toward it.

But he never expected Tang Ye would actually pass the ball to that exact spot!

With a “thud,” Aale controlled the ball.

Facing the charging goalkeeper.

He slotted it into the far corner.

“Goal! Goal! Winner! Utrecht wins with a last-minute goal!”

“Aale! No no, Tang Ye, amazing Tang Ye! Holy shit!”

“I’m an idiot, I’m blind—I thought it was a shot, but it was a pass! Tang Ye assisted the winning goal!”

The camera cut to Aale, the Ivory Coast striker, who sprinted back toward his own half the moment he scored.

He was searching for Tang Ye!

“Perfect—this is exactly the feeling I want!”

Aale wrapped both hands around Tang Ye’s head and pressed his forehead against Tang Ye’s.

Before the 1.91-meter-tall Aale, the 1.74-meter-tall Tang Ye had no resistance.

“This is the kind of pass I want!”

Aale shoved his hands under Tang Ye’s armpits and lifted the 16-year-old player clean off the ground.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

The stands erupted—fans were already shouting Tang Ye’s name.

“I told you—”

Ten Hag spread his hands to Van der Gah: “I said we needed a tailored training plan—only a tailored plan can accelerate a player’s improvement!”

“But…”

Van der Gah reminded him: “Our training plan focused on physical conditioning—this pass has nothing to do with strength, doesn’t it? Isn’t this pure talent?”

“You don’t understand—if he didn’t have enough strength, could he have made such a long pass?”

Ten Hag clapped enthusiastically.

This was the most brilliant pass of the entire Eredivisie season.

The most brilliant—without exception!

“Tom!”

Ten Hag shouted toward Tang Ye on the pitch—he’d meant to shout “Tang,” but the sound slipped out as “Tom.”

“You can join the first-team cafeteria tomorrow for training.”

Mmm!

Hearing Ten Hag’s voice, Tang Ye’s eyes lit up—he finally smiled.

Since joining the first team, he’d only eaten lunch in the first-team cafeteria once.

The food there was incomparable to the second-team cafeteria!

Tang Ye had always wanted to go back, but Ten Hag had always forbidden it.

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

【I’m crying, guys, I’m really crying】

【Do you understand that feeling? Standing on the rooftop, about to jump—then someone pulls you back at the last second. Is this U17? No, this is a Ball King!】

【Let me calculate… millions… holy shit, 20,000—awesome, adoptive father, Tang Ye, you’re my new adoptive father from now on!】

【Lifetime fan—anyone who insults Tang Ye online, I’ll fight them with my family genealogy!】

【I’m a web novel writer, I type fast—if anyone insults Tang Ye, I’ll type them to death!】

【My first-ever authentic jersey—I’m giving my virginity to you, Tang Ye!】

【Did you see that? After Ten Hag called out, Tang Ye smiled so happily—he must be starting next match!】

Thanks to Aale’s winner, Utrecht took full control of the match.

And now that he knew he could join the first-team cafeteria, Tang Ye’s running became more energetic.

At this moment, Tang Ye didn’t know that his pass just saved fourteen lives!

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(End of Chapter)