Chapter 51: October's Best Coach? A Piece of Cake!

"GOOOOO——AAAAAA——LLLLLL!!!"

"Allé's third goal!"

"Tang Tang Qiuwang's clearance—oh no, a long pass!"

Following Allé's stop and push-shot into the net, the score on the field became 4:2.

Having completed his hat-trick, an ecstatic Allé slid on his knees straight out toward the sidelines.

The roar from the stadium was deafening; many fans were already stunned into silence.

A turn to receive, a one-touch pass directly setting up the assist.

Was this intentional?

Or was it an accident?

【Obtained Counterattack Points *5】

【Assist brace achieved, bonus reward: Counterattack Points *5】

Tang Ye jogged slowly toward Allé, listening to the voice echoing in his mind as he ran.

So satisfying!

【666, Brother Meng is at it again】

【That ball was truly heaven-defying, but I feel like Tang Ye glanced back before making the clearance?】

【He was probably checking if anyone was behind him; if he was observing his teammate's run, that would be truly insane.】

【Indeed, delivering an assist to the front line with the first touch—if that was prepared, it's genuinely awesome.】

【Can't be helped, this is my Tang Tang Qiuwang; what's wrong with the Ball King being a bit awesome?】

【There are many players who get lucky, but there can only be one Brother Meng!】

【4:2, cashing out; brothers, I'm logging off first.】

"ROAAAR——!!!"

Allé was roaring at the fans in the stands; seeing Tang Ye approach, he suddenly turned and hugged him tight: "You gave me this hat-trick, you gave me this hat-trick! Oh my god, huff, huff, a perfect pass! Do you know how perfect your pass was?"

Allé, standing over 1.9 meters tall, grabbed the back of Tang Ye's head and pressed him firmly against his chest, shaking him relentlessly.

Tang Ye tried to break free but found it impossible.

Allé's strength was simply too great!

As the match reached its final stages, Tang Ye, who had been strolling in midfield, successfully pulled another dirty trick, taking out Ziyech with a sliding tackle coming from the side.

"Go to hell..."

"Sorry, sorry!"

Tang Ye apologized twice and pulled Ziyech up from the ground.

Ziyech: "I... damn it! Forget it!"

Apologizing to the opponent after a sliding tackle?

Why does such a player exist!

In the 85th minute, Ten Hag finally made his substitutions: Ayoub replaced Tang Ye, and Amrabat replaced Jansen.

This substitution by the Dutchman clearly signaled a shift to defensive play, and Utrecht ultimately succeeded in holding onto this scoreline.

The final score of the full match was fixed at 4:2, and the live commentators finished rating the players from both teams.

Allé, who had scored a hat-trick, was unsurprisingly named MVP with an ultra-high rating of 9.7, with Tang Ye ranking right behind him.

"Tang, congratulations on winning today's match; your performance was excellent. Would you like to know the comprehensive score given to you by the live commentators and reporters?"

Holding the microphone in front of the advertising boards, Tang Ye asked: "Score? How many points did I get?"

"8.6 points; you are the highest-rated player besides Allé!"

Holding a microphone in one hand and a small slip of paper in the other, the reporter said: "One goal, two assists, two tackles; these are truly eye-catching stats, but..."

"But what?"

Tang Ye had already prepared to celebrate, but the reporter's "but" instantly restored seriousness to his expression.

"Aside from these brilliant statistics, some of your other data isn't very pretty."

"Oh, I know about that."

Tang Ye nodded: "It's about the distance covered, right? I've been training hard recently, so my running distance should be increasing."

"It's not just the running distance."

Looking at the slip of paper in his hand with a furrowed brow, the reporter continued: "Three physical duels won out of zero attempts, one aerial duel won out of zero attempts, and also, um... fifteen times losing possession; seven of those fifteen losses occurred under opponent pressure."

"Uh..."

Placing his hand on his forehead, Tang Ye said: "Just like with the running, I am working hard on this too; I am improving."

"Well, alright then."

The reporter tucked the slip of paper back into his pocket.

The camera panned right, focusing on Allé, who was holding the match ball in his arms.

This was today's hat-trick hero.

There is an unwritten rule in football: if a player scores a hat-trick in a match, they can ask the referee for the match ball to keep as a souvenir.

"Sebastien, you already scored two goals in the first half; did you imagine at halftime that you would achieve a hat-trick?"

"Of course."

Smiling at the camera, Allé said: "Not only did I imagine it, I also made some preparations."

Some preparations?

Allé's words left the reporter somewhat baffled: "Could you elaborate on what exactly these preparations were?"

Glancing at Tang Ye beside him, Allé said: "At halftime, I asked him for a goal, so he gave me one."

……

Check Dongqiu Di Morning Report: Shandong Taishan youth training overseas player Tang Ye scored one goal and provided two assists, helping his team defeat Twente 4:2; this was Tang Ye's third start for the Utrecht first team.

【Awesome, I declare Tang Ye is the beacon of players going abroad!】

【Just another case of wounded Shang Zhongyong.】

【Can't you wait to watch a match before speaking?】

【Still talking about wounded Shang Zhongyong? Watch me, Brother Meng, kick a ball straight into your face!】

【"One Goal, Two Assists Reveal a Decline: A 16-Year-Old Prodigy Meets an Untimely End"! 】

After this match ended, the entire Eredivisie league began to take notice of the player Tang Ye.

A 16-year-old midfielder, providing at least one assist per match.

Although existing footage still cannot determine exactly what type of midfielder Tang Ye is, setting aside player type, the statistic of averaging one assist per game is truly heaven-defying, and news concerning Tang Ye has been emerging endlessly.

"Dutch Football" Special Edition—Genius Youth Lands in the Eredivisie? Ten Hag Cultivates a Heaven-Defying Monster Talent!

Royal Dutch Football Association: Utrecht head coach Ten Hag rated as the Eredivisie Manager of the Month for October.

According to insider information revealed by the Dutch Football Association, during the selection for Best Manager, Ten Hag received 78 votes in the category of "Player Development."

And there were only 81 people participating in the selection!

Undisputed number one for October, bar none!

In the Utrecht base office, Fan Fan Dejiahe, sitting on the sofa, saw the photo of Ten Hag wearing a suit on the homepage of the Dutch Football Association's official website and immediately sat up straight.

"You've been rated Best Coach! After the next match ends, you will accept the award on-site!"

"What?"

Ten Hag's eyes lit up; he came over and sat down beside Fan Fan Dejiahe, carefully examined the content on the phone, and for a moment could not speak.

"Oh my god, Eric!"

Fan Fan Dejiahe, clutching his phone, said, "You only came to coach in the Eredivisie this July, and in the third month of your debut season, you've won Best Manager; this situation has never occurred in the history of the Eredivisie!"

Just as Fan Fan Dejiahe said, Ten Hag winning the Monthly Best Manager trophy in his first season coaching Utrecht has already broken the historical record of the Eredivisie league.

"Hey, Michel, calm down."

Ten Hag pulled back Fan Fan Dejiahe, who had suddenly stood up, placed his right hand in front of himself, and then turned around.

"It's just Manager of the Month; isn't this... as easy as turning over one's hand?"

……

(End of Chapter)