Chapter 49

“Goal, damn it!”

“gooooo——aaaaaaa——lllllll！！！！”

“thomasagyepong!”

The scorer’s name, Agyepong, appeared in the top-left corner of the screen; this Ghanaian winger headed the ball past Utrecht’s goalkeeper.

In the 15th minute, the away team leads 1-0!

Ten Hag is starting to get a headache.

Since Twente and Utrecht are evenly matched in overall quality, now that Twente scored first, Utrecht is in trouble.

“Watch the flanks! When attacking, try to move wide!”

Ten Hag shouted loudly to the players on the pitch.

Utrecht is facing the same problem they had at the start of the season: they can’t break through the defense.

Twente’s head coach is smart; his 4-3-3 formation frequently shifts into a 4-5-1, and the overwhelming midfield thickness makes it hard for Utrecht’s players to find openings.

On screen, Ten Hag frowned, then walked back to the bench to discuss tactics with Van der Gaag.

This match is tough to play!

“utrecht!”

Thud! Thud!

“utrecht!”

Thud! Thud!

The only good news is that this is Utrecht’s home ground; the roar of over 20,000 fans has greatly lifted the players’ morale.

Twente’s players are relentless; even after leading 1-0, they continue pressing Utrecht hard. Oostwijk and Agyepong run tirelessly up front, denying Jensen any chance to control the ball.

Tang Ye is also in trouble—every time he calls for the ball from Rijewa, Agyepong immediately sprints toward him.

With someone standing behind him, Tang Ye has no chance to turn and dribble.

Facing this dilemma, captain Ramselaar found a solution: he and Jensen deliberately moved wide.

Twente’s players can’t all press forward—they must choose between Tang Ye in the center and Ramselaar on the flank.

In the end, Twente’s players chose Ramselaar.

Although Tang Ye has scored twice in two consecutive matches, he’s still just a 16-year-old youngster.

To Twente’s players, Tang Ye’s threat level is far lower than Ramselaar’s!

“Holy shit, finally gone.”

With no one around, Tang Ye took a breath, slowly retreated toward his own half, then extended his hand.

Seeing Tang Ye reach for the ball, Rijewa passed it to the right flank to Klebe; Klebe found the right angle and delivered a low, long pass that reached Tang Ye’s feet.

“Ok, now it’s Tang Ye in possession!”

“Tang Ye, run forward on your own—Twente hasn’t marked him tightly.”

“Tang Ye has space!”

Dribbling alone forward, Tang Ye carefully observed the situation.

No chance going to the arc.

Then go left!

“Go inside,” Tang Ye whispered. His voice was quiet, tinged with the accent of an Asian learning Dutch, but Ale understood him.

At the flank, Tang Ye was immediately blocked by Terwiest.

Arriving at the flank, Tang Ye was immediately blocked by Terwistrust.

Tang Ye never even leveled up that skill.

Pass back to Kamboi!

Kamboi stopped the ball, and Tang Ye retreated to Kamboi’s position.

He ran while watching the penalty area.

That way, when he reached his spot, he wouldn’t waste time scanning the area.

That way, when he runs into position, he won’t need to waste time observing.

A 45-degree cross delivered!

In the box, Ale seized the chance to head it in!

“Goal! Goal!”

“Tell me who scored! Oh no—tell me who assisted!”

“Tell me who scored—no, tell me who assisted!”

“Assist!”

“Utrecht equalizes! In the 28th minute, thanks to Tang Ye’s cross, Utrecht draws level!”

【Holy shit, is that accurate?】【Insane, now I get why you all love Tang Ye so much—he’s fucking brutal】

【Holy shit, is that even accurate?】【Insane, now I finally get why you all love Tang Ye so much—this guy is fucking brutal.】

【Really accurate, but Twente’s defense is awful】

【Exactly—Twente clearly has strong attack but weak defense. As long as Utrecht holds their backline, with Tang Ye up front, they’ll score faster than they concede.】

【It’s like this: Twente clearly has strong offense but weak defense; if Utrecht can hold their backline and pair it with Tang Ye, they’ll score faster than they’ll concede.】

Wang Chao shouted into the mic: “Do you know why Tang Ye always steps up when we’re behind?”

“Because he hears the voice of the people!”

“Tang the King, perfect assist.”

Ale turned, arms wide, sprinting toward Tang Ye: “tom!”

Ten Hag, standing in front of the bench, frowned deeply.

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

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

He looks like a naive, cheerful boy—but one careless move and he stabs you right in the back.

He looked like a naive, cheerful boy, but one misstep and he’d stab straight through the opponent.

The match continues!

After pulling one back, Utrecht ramped up their attack. Balazic drew a penalty in the box, and Ale calmly converted the spot-kick, completing his brace!

After pulling one back, Utrecht increased their offensive pressure; Balazic won a penalty in the box, and Ale took his run-up and calmly converted it, completing a brace!

“Beautiful, just like that!”

Ten Hag jumped up from the bench in excitement. Three minutes later, Ayoubo, sitting behind him, asked Amrabat to tap Ten Hag on the shoulder.

When Ten Hag turned his head, Ayoubo asked: “Eric, can I start warming up now?”

When Ten Hag turned his head, Ayoubo asked: “Eric, can I start warming up now?”

Ten Hag smiled: “Yasin, I know you’re eager, but hold off for now—if the right opportunity comes, I’ll let you warm up.”

Ten Hag smiled: “Yasin, I know you’re eager, but don’t rush—I’ll let you warm up if the right opportunity comes.”

“Before was before.”

Ten Hag replied.

Tang Ye is playing so beautifully today—he won’t make any substitutions.

Besides, he never knew Tang Ye had naked photos of him.

That damn lazy pig has put Ten Hag in a terrible position!

That damn lazy pig had put Ten Hag in a terrible bind!

The match continues. In the 40th minute, Twente launches an attack: Agyepong dribbles down the flank. Tang Ye sneaks over, seemingly aiming for a tackle from behind.

But Twente’s players react quickly, immediately warning Agyepong to watch his back.

In panic, Agyepong quickly passes the ball toward the center.

Agyepong intended to pass to Ziyech in the center, but Ramselaar intercepts it mid-run.

Seizing this counterattack chance, Utrecht strikes again: Jensen fires a long-range shot that finds the back of Twente’s net.

The score is now 3-1; players begin embracing and celebrating on the pitch.

“Did you see that?”

Ten Hag sits back down and asks Van der Gaag a strange question.

Ten Hag sat back down on the bench and asked Van der Gaag a strange question.

“Tang—Tang made a hand signal before pressing the number 11.”

“Oh, you mean that? Of course I saw it.”

Van der Gaag smiled.

Fans think this counterattack came from Ramselaar—but it didn’t.

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

It’s not unusual for teammates to coordinate—but what comes next is strange.

Tang Ye blocked Agyepong’s turning space, and no other attackers were ahead—Agyepong had no choice but to pass to the center.

At that moment, Ramselaar, running into the center, could intercept it.

At that moment, Ramseyel, running up the center, could make the interception.

Van der Gaag felt a chill and quickly shook himself.

Fan Dejiahe felt a chill of dread and quickly shook his body.

“Did he think all that in one second?”

……

(End of Chapter)