Chapter 23: De Bruyne's Curved Through Ball

The second half began, Tang Ye took off the yellow bib he was wearing and stood at the edge of the pitch.

"Tom!"

Someone in the away stand shouted loudly, though no one knew who it was.

Thanks to his performances in the previous few matches, quite a few fans now knew the player named Tang Ye.

Unfortunately, the away stand was rather far from where Tang Ye currently stood, so he did not hear those fans shouting.

6 Ayoub ↓

99 Tang ↑

"Tang Ye is on!"

As expected, the moment Tang Ye appeared, the frequency of comments in the Huanle livestream room multiplied several times over.

The Bean Warriors shouted Tang Ye's real name from the abyss, hoping the god descending from the heavens would pull them out from the bottom of the depths.

"Substituted on right at the start of the second half; Ten Hag must be planning to heavily rely on Tang Ye!"

"Come on, let's see if Tang Ye can seize the opportunity presented by today's match!"

Watching Tang Ye slowly jog onto the pitch, Ten Hag pondered.

Sixteen years old, substituted on right at the start of the second half in the Eredivisie.

Was doing this too early?

"Push up, push up a bit!"

Captain Ramelaar reminded his teammates on the field.

Ten Hag was not yet satisfied with the current 2-0 scoreline.

He wanted more!

Slap!

Right after rallying his teammates, Ramelaar played a through ball; the positioning was fairly accurate, finding Balazits making a run down the right flank.

This was a chance for Utrecht!

Janssen was supporting from behind!

Balazits passed back!

To Tang Ye!

Tang Ye was observing!

The position on the left looked good!

Without a second thought, Tang Ye played a long pass, distributing the ball to Haller on the left flank.

Haller controlled the ball.

He came under pressure from Wu Wu Tengsi!

Haller was a rather stubborn player; after Wu Wu Tengsi blocked his position, Haller directly engaged in a stalemate with him.

Tang Ye jogged over from the center in a leisurely manner.

"Give it to me!"

Hm?

Haller still wanted to continue battling Wu Wu Tengsi, but upon seeing it was Tang Ye approaching, he decisively passed the ball out.

However, there were no players upfront now; who would support Tang Ye?

That fellow Tang Ye was also quite cunning; after receiving the ball, he pretended to pass but actually ran forward himself, charging straight into the penalty area.

Facing Peters' challenge, Tang Ye stopped the ball with the sole of his foot, then flicked it back to Haller behind him.

!!!

Ten Hag's eyes lit up.

Damn?

So smart?

"Haller, strike it!"

"Hey, Haller!"

"Ah!!!!"

After completing the shot, Haller clasped both hands behind his head.

He had kicked it wide!

That's right, Utrecht's best striker had kicked wide a ball served right to his mouth!

"Fuck!"

Haller roared in anger.

He thought Tang Ye was going to shoot himself, never expecting that fellow would choose to actively dribble and press the opponent's defensive line before flicking the ball back.

Haller's concentration had not been sharp enough.

That was the reason he failed to achieve a hat-trick!

"Tang, my fault, my fault!"

Haller ran toward Tang Ye, placed both hands on Tang Ye's shoulders, and apologized repeatedly.

"What a pity..."

The chewing gum in Tang Ye's mouth was not yet finished, his upper and lower lips moving up and down.

After unlocking the shop, he had correspondingly unlocked goal rewards.

One assist in the Eredivisie was worth 5 Counterattack Points.

Worth a glass of 【Grealish's Draft Beer】!

"Hey, sorry, sorry!"

Seeing Tang Ye's dejected expression, Haller thought Tang Ye was angry.

"It's fine, Sebastian, don't be nervous; we're leading 2:0, it doesn't matter."

Tang Ye waved his hand.

"OK, you're not angry, right?"

"Not angry."

Haller began retreating toward his own half, then suddenly turned his head to ask Tang Ye a question.

"Then, will you still pass to me?"

"Of course!"

Tang Ye broke into a smile.

He basically had no goal-scoring ability; if he wanted to earn Counterattack Points, he still had to rely on assisting teammates.

Haller was Utrecht's best striker, so naturally, Tang Ye would pass the ball to him!

"OK, that's good then!"

Haller and Tang Ye high-fived, then accelerated toward his position.

【Damn, so close!】

【Bro, you won't even eat the big pancake delivered right to your mouth?】

【Clumsy Haller, wasting Tang Tang Qiuwang's exquisite pass in the penalty area; demote him to the second team!】

【The gap is evident; this is the difference between Tang Tang Qiuwang and ordinary players—their thinking isn't even on the same level!】

The match time had reached the 65th minute, and the score was still 2:0.

For Utrecht fans, this scoreline was quite decent.

But there were always those who wouldn't be satisfied!

The match remained tense; Falkenburg carried the ball in the front field as Tang Ye slowly ran toward him.

The match had only been played for over 20 minutes, yet Tang Ye's running distance already exceeded the total of his previous two matches combined.

"I've got it!"

Amrabat ran over from the side, coordinating with Tang Ye to pressure Falkenburg into passing.

Passes made in panic often result in errors, and Falkenburg was no exception.

His pass went straight to Van der Marel!

"We can counter, get running!"

"Everyone get running!"

Ten Hag kept waving his right hand: "Everyone get running!"

Now was the chance for a counterattack!

Van der Marel passed the ball to Ramselaar, who then passed it to Tang Ye.

Tang Ye controlled the ball and began observing the positions of the opposing players.

Finally, there were two center-backs holding back in defense.

【De Bruyne Curved Through Ball, Lv2: Similar】

【Proficiency: 2/50】

"Get running!"

Ten Hag was nearly going mad with anxiety on the sidelines.

The forwards had already run into the opponent's half, and you've only just completed your turn.

If you do this, aren't your teammates running for nothing...

Slap!

Tang Ye struck the ball forward from the center; the leather sphere flew at a height of 10cm above the turf.

Willem II's two center-backs, Wu Wu Tengsi and Peters, saw Tang Ye's long pass fly right between them.

"I've got it!"

Peters made a sliding tackle motion, preparing to clear the ball, but for some reason, the ball suddenly began to curve.

?

It rolled past Wu Wu Tengsi and arrived in front of Haller!

"OK!"

Ten Hag nodded, murmuring softly: "You might as well not have run."

The ball speed was a bit fast!

It didn't feel very easy to control...

Slap!

The strong friction of the natural grass caused the ball to decelerate, finally coming to a nearly stable stop right in front of Haller.

"Haller, this is the chance!"

Facing this absolute one-on-one opportunity, Haller chose to push the shot toward the top corner.

Bang!

"GOOOOOO——AAAAAAA——LLLLLLLL!!!!"

"Goal! Haller!"

"A hat-trick, this is Haller's hat-trick!"

Having witnessed the entire process of this goal's birth, the fans in the stadium wore nothing but question marks on their faces.

What the hell kind of pass was that???

"Tommmm!!!"

Alassane hugged the ball, then kicked it out toward the stands.

Then, without looking back, he ran toward Tang Ye.

Tang Ye had spoken the truth; he held no anger toward Alassane!

"Beautiful!"

Alassane collided with Tang Ye, yet the latter did not break into a smile.

"What's wrong?"

"Wait!"

"Wait for what?"

【Counterattack Points *5】

"Haha!"

Tang Ye finally broke into a smile.

Grealish's draft beer.

Secured!

……

(End of Chapter)