Chapter 28: Deceiving Even His Teammates!

"Alright, the match has begun! Ahem, let me first introduce Utrecht's starting lineup for this game!"

Utrecht (5-3-2)

Goalkeeper: Ruiter

Defenders: Kleiber, Van der Maarel, Timo-Letschert, Strieder, Nganioni

Midfielders: Amrabat, Tang Ye, Ramselaar (C)

Forwards: Balacite, Haller

Head Coach: Erik ten Hag

Wang Chao's voice trembled as he introduced Utrecht's starting lineup.

For cheerful streamers like them, their usual job is to make simple "direction predictions" and then urge the Bean Warriors in the live chat room to charge forward.

Does the streamer buy?

The streamer themselves actually rarely buys; they are the commanders of the Bean Warriors, standing at the rear.

If the Bean Warriors are defeated, the streamer remains unharmed and might even receive a handsome bonus for the sacrifice of their troops.

But today is an exception; today is Brother Meng's match, and Wang Chao has abandoned his right to command from behind.

He is going to charge at the very front line!

"Tang Ye, go for it!"

Whether he heard the streamer's shout or not, Utrecht immediately picked up the pace right after kickoff, with Ramselaar in the defensive midfield position pressing forward as soon as he received the ball.

Naturally, Sneek's players would not allow their opponents to bully them like this; the attacking midfielder coordinated with the winger to run toward the ball-carrying Ramselaar.

Ramselaar prefers to hold onto the ball, but his ball-control ability is not strong.

"Pass it! Ramselaar, what are you doing!"

"The great Tang Ye is standing right beside you; hurry up and pass!"

"Okay, Ramselaar has passed! To Tang Ye, Tang Ye! Tang Ye is observing!"

"Positioning... maneuvering, Tang Ye starts to maneuver, still some distance from the front field, Haller's position isn't very good!"

Haller's position wasn't ideal, but another Utrecht player had completed an overlapping run.

Left-back Nganioni!

Tang Ye spotted this opportunity; it was a passing option.

But Tang Ye first needed to deal with the immediate problem before him.

Gonzalez was running toward him!

"Give it to me, you can give it to me!"

Ramselaar, at some point, had run back into open space, preparing to combine with Tang Ye for a clearance.

"Okay!"

Tang Ye shouted, pointing to the open space in front of Ramselaar.

He was preparing to play a through ball!

Pass...

One second before the instep touched the ball, Tang Ye's swinging thigh suddenly halted mid-air; he twisted his ankle and, catching Gonzalez off guard, directly shook him off.

Gonzalez:?

Ramselaar:?

"Damn..."

Fan Fan Dejiahe looked at Ten Hag ahead of him, the latter holding his forehead with his hand.

One could only say this was truly Tang Ye.

Damn it, he even deceived his own teammates!

"Haha!"

After shaking off his marker, Tang Ye did not rush to pass; instead, he turned back to mock Gonzalez.

Once done, he kicked the ball out directly.

Seeing Tang Ye play like this, the players on the field were utterly dumbfounded.

Because he hadn't even looked to see how his teammates were positioning themselves!

The ball landed in front of the baseline on the left flank; Nganioni lifted his thigh and successfully controlled it.

"Tang Ye! A very beautiful switch of play!"

"Passing to the left flank without looking; this approach is somewhat bold!"

"But he succeeded; we see Nganioni!"

The camera focused on Nganioni; this Utrecht full-back began a one-on-one duel against the opposing defender.

A defender must take on a defender!

He played a cutback, preparing to pass to a teammate making a supporting run at the top of the arc.

Hmm?

Nganioni paused for a moment, because he never expected that the player occupying the top of the arc on his side would be Tang Ye.

Tang Ye's long-range shot...

Forget it, just pass!

The cutback came out, the ball rolling straight toward the open space in front of Tang Ye.

With a "pa" sound, Tang Ye stopped the ball with his right foot.

He flicked the ball to the right with the outside of his foot, then curled it toward the dead corner on the right side of the goal.

【De Bruyne Far-Corner Curling Shot, Lv1: Imitation】

Proficiency: 2/50

In the footage, Tang Ye's curled shot struck with the inside of his foot traced an arc that wasn't particularly graceful, landing in the dead corner of the upper right side of the goal.

Goalkeeper Louiset made a save attempt.

But for this kind of ball, unless the goalkeeper stands two and a half meters tall, it's impossible to reach.

"GOOOOO——AAAAAAA——LLLLLLLL!!!"

"It's in! The ball is in! Tang Ye!"

"First goal of the match!!"

"Damn, that's awesome!!"

Bang bang bang!

Wang Chao grabbed his mechanical keyboard and slammed it violently onto the desk.

At the same time, the scoreboard in the top-left corner of the screen confirmed Tang Ye's goal.

Utrecht: Sneek

1:0

17' Tang (99)

【666666】

【Aaaaaah, Meng-ge!】

【Unbelievably awesome, damn it! Tang Ye never said he could shoot from long range?】

【What do you know? Just because he didn't say doesn't mean he can't. What's wrong with my Tang Tang Qiuwang being all-around?】

【Verdict complete: that goal was a lucky guess.】

【Haters, speak up!】

After scoring, Tang Ye clasped both hands behind his head as Ale and Di Di Bala sprinted toward him.

"Tom!"

"Beautiful!"

Ale and Di Di Bala arrived at almost the exact same moment, with Nganioni coming from the left; the three of them approached from three different directions, completely surrounding Tang Ye.

"Tang, great shot, great shot, hmm, why aren't you speaking? Wasn't that a great goal?"

"Wait, we don't know yet if it was a great goal."

Tang Ye waved his hand; he remained extremely calm.

He was waiting.

Waiting for something very important.

【Scoring on your first start at age 37 has made your fans suddenly realize: so you don't just livestream to rake in money, you actually have football ability too!】

【Reward: Counterattack Points ×10】

Tang Ye spread his arms and hugged both Ale and Ramelaar simultaneously: "Great shot, this was a great shot!"

One goal equals two drafts of raw beer.

I've made a killing!

The reserve team cafeteria.

"Tom! Tom, oh my god, he has to treat us, there's no way he can escape this!"

Several players from the reserve team and the youth academy stood excitedly on tables, waving at the television screen.

"Melent, I think this performance has to be worth at least one million euros, right?"

Richard, the U17 coach, looked at Melent beside him.

Although Tang Ye's current ability hadn't yet reached the one-million-euro mark, considering his age of sixteen, it wasn't entirely impossible for his market value to hit one million euros!

"He has let me down!"

Melent pointed at Tang Ye, who was constantly making runs on the television screen, his expression somewhat aggrieved.

"Hmm, why?"

"Why did he become this strong after joining the first team? And his positioning—do you know? Tang's running distance in recent matches has been getting longer and longer. Why is he like this only in the first team?"

"Isn't that because his playing time has increased?"

Richard reminded him.

"No, it's not the same, damn it! Eric must have used some kind of trick!"

"Tang is being controlled by him!"

Melent clenched his fists: "Eric is a bastard; I'm going to save Tang!"

(End of chapter)