Chapter 29: Are You Really Giving It? If You Really Are, I'm Going to Stand Up!

"Mr., may I start warming up now?"

Taking advantage of Ten Hag sitting back down on the substitutes' bench, Ayoub asked quietly.

When instructing Tang Ye to start, Ten Hag had told Ayoub that he would substitute Tang Ye off around the 60th minute and bring Ayoub on.

Ten Hag offered a brief reassurance, signaling Ayoub not to rush just yet.

That morning, when discussing this fellow, he had indeed thought exactly that.

But now...

The speed of Tang Ye's improvement had already surpassed the Dutchman's expectations.

This Chinese kid was closing in on the Eredivisie level at an extremely rapid pace.

Ten Hag had to take this matter seriously!

The referee blew the whistle ending the first half; thanks to goals from Tang Ye and Haller, the visiting Utrecht led Sittard by two goals.

"Mr., may I start warming up now?"

Ayoub asked again; Ten Hag's response was that there was no need to rush this matter just yet.

Do not rush just yet, but Ten Hag did not specify exactly when.

At this moment, Ayoub was already feeling the pressure.

It seemed Ten Hag had no intention of giving him a chance!

In the away team's locker room, Ten Hag was summarizing the first half of the match.

"Very good, our rhythm throughout the entire first half was excellent, especially in attack; we produced creative offense, and that is what satisfies me most."

While saying this, Ten Hag's gaze involuntarily flicked toward Tang Ye.

Hehe!

Tang Ye noticed Ten Hag looking in his direction, so he raised his eyebrows and suddenly sat up straight.

"I didn't intend to praise you,"

Ten Hag said coldly.

For Ten Hag, handling a young player like Tang Ye was far too easy.

Young players need more encouragement.

But young players are young players, and lazy pigs are lazy pigs.

Praising a pig profusely is useless; you have to kick its butt.

Make it run!

"I feel like I played okay, right?"

Tang Ye took a sip of water to ease the awkwardness.

Although his running distance in the first half was still the lowest on the team, thinking carefully about it, he had scored a goal after all.

"Yeah, Tang really did..."

Haller placed his hand on Tang Ye's shoulder, preparing to praise him a few words, but unexpectedly received a sharp glare directly from Ten Hag.

"OK, OK, Tang, still need to work hard, still need to work hard."

Haller clapped his hands as Ten Hag walked over toward Tang Ye: "Buddy, you are still young; I need to tell you one thing: a football match is divided into two halves; just because you can maintain excellent form in the first half does not mean you can maintain that same level of form in the second half."

Tang Ye stared with his big eyes, appearing somewhat unable to understand Ten Hag's words, so Ten Hag explained again: "You can score in the first half, but you might not be able to score in the second half, so you need to stay low-key, understand? Low-key!"

"OK OK."

Tang Ye nodded; it seemed he had taken Ten Hag's words to heart.

"The second half has begun, brothers; the away team currently leads by two, and Utrecht's handicap line is still quite solid."

"Everyone can place an additional bet; let's watch the match first; the home team has made a substitution adjustment, and for the away team, number 6 Ayoub is warming up."

"Is Utrecht making a substitution?"

"Holy crap, don't do this; you're leading now, why substitute anyone? Ten Hag, I'll f*** your mother, don't sub! Don't sub!"

Wang Chao was under immense pressure, and the fans in the livestream room also began to vent their anger.

But Ten Hag wouldn't even listen to the shouts of the live spectators, let alone these guys in the Happy Livestream room.

In the camera shot, Fan Fan Dejiahe chatted briefly with the fourth official, who then began adjusting the numbers on the substitution board.

"Ten Hag, I'll f*** your mother, if you don't know how to manage a team then just stop managing, making a substitution at this time is f***ing stupid, holy crap!"

"Go get fired! Hey, wait, substituting Amrabat?"

"Good sub! Perfect, a perfect substitution!"

"Brothers, this substitution by Ten Hag is very smart; with a 2-0 lead, he brought on Ayoub, who possesses stronger attacking ability."

"Utrecht intends to continue expanding the scoreline."

"If I were Sittard's coach, I'd probably be trembling by now; Tang Ye is still holding on!"

Logically speaking, by the time the match reached the 50-something minute mark, Tang Ye should have been showing some signs of fatigue, but Tang Ye currently felt quite good.

Vardy's Red Bull was kicking in!

62'

Although the second half featured a substitution adjustment by Sittard, Utrecht still controlled the match.

Sittard forward Gonzalez exerted tremendous pressing pressure on Tang Ye, but it was utterly useless.

Because Tang Ye's teammates were stronger!

"Move forward!"

Ramselaar ran past from behind Tang Ye, carrying the ball.

Tang Ye had originally intended to combine with Ramselaar, but since the captain had spoken, Tang Ye could only run forward.

Seeing Ramselaar on the pitch, Ten Hag also felt a headache coming on.

Utrecht had no possession-style midfielder in the squad, yet there were two people constantly pretending to be one.

One was the lazy pig Tang Ye, who wouldn't even run, let alone control the ball.

The other was Ramselaar.

He couldn't control the ball, but he loved trying to!

However, some of Sneek's players failed to rise to the occasion and missed the chance presented; Ramselaar kicked the ball forward to Balazit, who was making a run down the flank.

Balazit went down the flank!

Balazit was looking for an opportunity!

Haller stretched out his hand on the left wing, but Balazit was not in a hurry.

Haller was currently marked by two defenders; passing to him at this moment would be giving away the opportunity.

Slap!

From Balazit, the ball arrived at Tang Ye's feet.

Oof!

Looking at the goal before him, Tang Ye felt tempted, but he currently had no shooting angle.

After thinking it over carefully, he gave up on shooting.

In the scene, Tang Ye glanced at the ball and began walking into the penalty area.

He wasn't running; he was walking!

"!!!"

Sneek's defenders, seeing Tang Ye's relaxed expression, grew anxious; Van Veenen prepared to tackle, only to step right on Tang Ye's ankle.

Holy crap!

His native language slipped out as sudden pain swept through Tang Ye's entire body, and Utrecht's number 99 fell straight to the ground.

"Penalty!"

"Penalty! This is definitely a penalty!"

"Tang Tang Qiuwang wins a penalty in the box!"

Beep!

The referee was decisive; seeing Tang Ye fall, he ran over immediately.

He raised his right hand.

Pointing to the twelve-yard spot!

Ten Hag pumped his fist and shouted, but his expression quickly turned serious again.

Looking at Tang Ye's expression.

Damn, don't tell me something's wrong?

"Hiss——!!!"

Inside the penalty area, Tang Ye gritted his teeth, his brows locked tight.

The feeling of having his ankle tackled was extremely painful; Tang Ye was currently suffering terribly.

Haller ran over, shoving Van Veenen, who had just fouled Tang Ye: "Tang, are you okay? Take this penalty."

"OK!"

Tang Ye suddenly jumped up from the ground: "Really giving it to me?"

"No! Can't give it, can't give it!"

Ten Hag shouted toward the pitch.

At halftime, he had just spoken so many words to Tang Ye.

What happened to the agreement that he wouldn't score in the second half!

Unfortunately, Sneek's goal was too far from Ten Hag's position; unless the Dutchman held a megaphone in his hand, Haller wouldn't be able to hear him.

"Of course it's real. Hey, are you okay?"

Haller wanted to fight for a ranking on the Eredivisie top scorer list, but goals in the KNVB Cup were useless to him.

Since they were useless, he might as well give them to Tang Ye.

Once Tang Ye was happy, he would fiercely pass the ball to him in the Eredivisie later!

"Small problem."

Tang Ye planted his toes on the ground and pressed down hard several times; after standing up again, he felt much better.

"Haller gives the penalty to Tang Ye!"

"Haller! You've opened up your path, Haller!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Taking it himself!"

In the scene, Tang Ye swayed unsteadily as he ran toward the penalty spot, left then right, making Louiset feel dizzy just watching.

Slap!

A pushed shot!

"Tang Ye scores his second!"

"Utrecht 3:0!"

(End of chapter)