Chapter 49: He Thought So Much in One Second? (Requesting Follows!)

"Goal! Damn it!"

"Gooooo——aaaaaaa——lllllll!!!!"

"Thomas Agyepong!"

The name of the scorer, Agyepong, popped up in the top-left corner of the screen; the Ghanaian winger's header had successfully breached Utrecht's goal.

In the 15th minute of the match, the away team took a one-goal lead!

Ten Hag now felt a headache coming on.

Because the overall strength of Twente and Utrecht was roughly equal, Twente scoring first made things very difficult for Utrecht.

"Watch the wings! When attacking, try to drift wide!"

Ten Hag shouted loudly at the players on the field.

Utrecht was once again facing the same problem they had during their early-season losing streak: they couldn't generate any offense.

Twente's head coach was very clever; their 4-3-3 formation occasionally shifted into a 4-5-1, and that terrifying midfield depth made it extremely hard for Utrecht's players to find opportunities.

In the camera shot, Ten Hag frowned, then walked back to the substitutes' bench to discuss tactical issues with Fan Fan Dejiahe.

This match is going to be tough to play!

"Utrecht!"

Boom! Boom!

"Utrecht!"

Boom! Boom!

The only good news now was that this was Utrecht's home ground; the roaring of over twenty thousand people in the stadium had greatly boosted the morale of the players on the field.

Twente's players were also fierce; despite leading by one goal, they continued to pressure Utrecht, with Oosterveen and Agyepong running back and forth in the front field, giving Jansen no chance whatsoever to handle the ball.

Tang Ye was in the same situation; every time he called for a pass from Leeuwin, Agyepong would immediately run toward him.

With someone standing right behind him, Tang Ye didn't even have a chance to turn while dribbling.

Faced with this dilemma, captain Ramselaar found a solution: he and Jansen actively pulled out to the wings.

Twente's players couldn't all press up; they had to choose between marking Tang Ye in the center or Ramselaar on the wing.

In the end, Twente's players chose to mark Ramselaar.

Although Tang Ye had scored two goals in each of his last two consecutive matches, he was, after all, only a sixteen-year-old rookie.

In the eyes of Twente's players, Tang Ye's threat level was far inferior to that of Ramselaar!

"Holy crap, he finally left."

With no one around him, Tang Ye took a breath, slowly dropped back toward his own half, and then raised his hand.

Seeing Tang Ye raising his hand to ask for the ball, Leeuwin passed it to Kleibe on the right wing; Kleibe found the right angle and delivered a low, long pass, and the ball successfully arrived at Tang Ye's feet.

"Okay, Tang Ye is now in control!"

"Tang Ye is running forward on his own; Twente's marking on Tang Ye is still relatively light."

"Tang Ye has quite a lot of space!"

Advancing with the ball alone, Tang Ye carefully observed the situation.

There wasn't much opportunity going toward the arc.

Then let's go left!

"Cut inside,"

Tang Ye whispered; his voice wasn't loud, and it carried the kind of accent an Asian person has when learning Dutch, but Haller understood Tang Ye's words.

Upon reaching the wing, Tang Ye was immediately blocked by Terwist.

Dribble past him?

Tang Ye simply hadn't allocated any skill points to that!

Pass back to Kang Kang Boyi!

Kang Kang Boyi trapped the ball, while Tang Ye retreated to Kang Kang Boyi's position.

While running, he observed the situation inside the penalty area.

This way, once he reached his position later, he wouldn't need to waste time observing.

Slap!

A 45-degree cross was delivered!

Inside the penalty area, Haller seized the opportunity to rush for the spot!

"Goal! Goal!"

"Tell me who scored—oh no, tell me who provided the assist!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Assist!"

"Utrecht has equalized! In the 28th minute, thanks to Tang Ye's cross, Utrecht leveled the score!"

【Holy crap, is he really that accurate?】 【Awesome, I finally know why you guys like Tang Ye so much; this guy is seriously fierce, damn it.】

【Is this really a sixteen-year-old?】

【He's really accurate, but Twente's defense is also somewhat terrible.】

【Exactly; Twente is clearly strong in attack but weak in defense. As long as Utrecht can hold their back line, with a Tang Ye up front, they will definitely score faster than they concede.】

"I'm tearing up, brothers!"

Wang Chao shouted into the microphone: "Do you know why Tang Ye always steps up when the score is behind?"

"Because he hears the voice of the people!"

"Tang Tang Qiuwang, a perfect assist."

Alé turned, spread his arms, and ran toward Tang Ye: "Tom!"

Before the substitute bench, Ten Hag frowned deeply.

For some reason, watching Tang Ye play football always gave him a strange feeling.

!

He looked like an innocent and cheerful boy, yet in an unguarded moment, he would directly stab a knife into the opponent's body.

This damn thing!

The match continued!

After pulling one goal back, Utrecht expanded their offensive; Berahino successfully drew a penalty in the box, and Alé, taking the spot kick, scored with a single run-up, completing a brace!

Utrecht took the lead in the score!

"Beautiful, that's exactly how it should be!"

Ten Hag excitedly stood up from the substitute bench; three minutes later, Ayoub, sitting behind him, asked Amrabat to tap Ten Hag on the shoulder.

After Ten Hag turned his head around, Ayoub asked a question: "Erik, can I start warming up now?"

"Warm up? No, not for now."

Ten Hag smiled: "Yassin, I know you're anxious, but don't rush yet; if a suitable opportunity arises, I will have you warm up."

"But you told me before..."

"Before was before,"

Ten Hag replied.

Tang Ye had played so beautifully today; under no circumstances would he make a substitution.

Besides, how could he have known earlier that Tang Ye held nude photos of him?

That damn lazy pig had left Ten Hag in an extremely passive position!

The match continued; arriving at the 40th minute, during a Twente attack, Agyepong dribbled down the wing while Tang Ye secretly ran over, appearing to intend a sliding tackle from behind.

However, the Twente player reacted quickly, immediately warning Agyepong to watch his backside.

In a panic, Agyepong quickly passed the ball toward the center.

Agyepong's original intention was to pass the ball to Ziyech in the center, but Ramselaar, suddenly rushing up, intercepted it halfway.

Seizing this counter-attack opportunity, Utrecht launched another counter; Jansen fired a long-range shot from outside the box, breaching Twente's goal once again.

The score stretched to 3:1, and the players began embracing on the field to celebrate.

"Did you see that?"

Ten Hag sat back down on the substitute bench and asked Fan Fan Dejiahe beside him a strange question.

"What? See what?"

"Tang, Tang made a gesture before pressing that number 11."

"Oh, you mean that; of course I saw it."

Fan Fan Dejiahe revealed a smile.

The fans thought this counter-attack was initiated by Ramselaar, but in reality, it was not so.

Before Tang Ye ran toward Agyepong, he made a beckoning gesture toward Ramselaar, signaling him to move forward.

Coordinating with teammates was nothing extraordinary; what was extraordinary was what happened next.

Tang Ye blocked the position, preventing Agyepong from turning, and with no other attacking players ahead, Agyepong could only pass the ball to the center.

At that moment, Ramselaar, rushing up from the center, was able to intercept.

Hiss—

Fan Fan Dejiahe felt somewhat terrified and quickly shook his body.

"He thought of all this within one second?"

(End of Chapter)