Chapter 55: So Deceptive at Only Sixteen, What Will He Become in the Future?

Maher played a through ball forward; De Jong controlled it steadily, and facing the defense of Strieder and Leeuwin, De Jong remained completely calm, driving the ball straight toward Strieder's face.

Watch me!

Tang Ye sprinted up from behind and slid into a tackle against De Jong, but De Jong suddenly changed direction; Tang Ye's tackle sliced viciously through empty air, ultimately tripping Strieder instead.

!!!

De Jong passed the ball to Narsingh, who played a through ball into the small penalty area.

Goalkeeper Ruiter rushed out, but De Jong was a step faster, slotting the ball into the net with the inside of his foot.

"Goal! Goal!"

"Luuk de Jong! I told you! What did I say!"

"A striker scores, and PSV Eindhoven extends their lead once again!"

"2-1!"

De Jong ran out of Utrecht's penalty area, while Tang Ye reached down to pull Strieder up from the ground: "My fault, my fault, are you okay? Are you okay?"

"..."

Strieder stood up, wearing an expression of utter speechlessness.

Even if he hadn't been tripped, he wouldn't have been able to stop De Jong's forward run anyway.

But that's no reason to tackle your own teammate!

"Are you still okay?"

Tang Ye asked Strieder again, and only after confirming his teammate wasn't injured did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The camera cut to Ten Hag; the Utrecht head coach covered his face with his right hand.

Too painful to watch!

【How did my brother Meng end up tackling a teammate?】

【That was a trip, not a tackle; there's a difference!】

【PSV Eindhoven is still fierce; as expected of a Champions League team, Utrecht is only good for providing entertainment.】

【What a pity; they should have let my brother Meng develop for a few more months, otherwise this little PSV Eindhoven side might not necessarily have beaten Utrecht.】

【This bunch of trash from Utrecht, every single one of them just knows how to drag my brother Meng down; it's made him so angry he's started tackling his own teammates!】

【???】

"Beep, beep-beep!"

The first half ended, with PSV Eindhoven entering halftime holding a 2-1 advantage.

The home team's anthem rang out across the stadium once again.

It must be said that calling fans the team's twelfth man is truly justified; once the anthem played, the mentality of all ten Utrecht players on the field was affected.

Tang Ye patted Strieder on the shoulder: "It's fine, it's fine; I won't trip you in the second half; we still have a chance."

"It's fine, I don't blame you, it's okay, let's go, let's go!"

Strieder and Tang Ye high-fived, and the two walked together toward the player tunnel.

During halftime, Ten Hag still had some tactical points to emphasize; if they firmly remembered what Ten Hag would say in the locker room shortly, Utrecht might still have a chance!

In the home team's locker room, Cocu paced back and forth in the center while the players ate bananas, looking relaxed.

"Apart from that conceded goal, our overall performance in the first half was quite good."

Cocu made his summary, and Bruma raised his hand awkwardly: "I really didn't see that number 99, Allé, behind me; otherwise, I definitely would have cleared the ball immediately."

If not for Bruma's tackle that gifted the ball to Tang Ye, the score would probably be 2-0 right now.

Utrecht shouldn't have scored at all!

"It's fine, no big problem."

Cocu waved his hand: "You should be able to see that it's quite difficult for the opponent to break through our defense; in the second half, we can continue to extend our lead; once we reach 3-1, we can roughly switch to a defensive posture, which will be safer."

"When the time comes, I will make substitutions; a substitution will be the signal to defend."

Cocu crossed his arms over his chest, almost certain that his side would score again in the second half.

"By the way, that number 99."

Cocu remembered something and emphasized it specifically: "That number 99 is a bit strange; anyway, just remember, as soon as he starts jogging, you break through down the middle."

"But what if he chases us down?"

Bruma asked, and Maher, sitting opposite him, answered for the coach directly.

"He won't catch up."

The second half began, and Ten Hag made a substitution.

Forward Josten replaced fullback Kang Kang Boyi.

With the score trailing, Ten Hag ultimately abandoned his plan for a five-defender formation.

"Oh? Switching from two strikers to three; Ten Hag is very confident!"

"The newly substituted Josten is also a young player; like Tang Ye, he comes from the Utrecht reserve team, though this guy seems to have been promoted just in early November."

With two reserve team youngsters on the field and Amrabat still warming up in front of the substitutes' bench.

Anyone with eyes could see that Ten Hag had almost no one left to use!

"Propper! A cutback after going down the line!"

"Maher, shooting! It's a feint! Maher passes the ball to Locadia on the left!"

"Locadia, strikes it from inside the penalty area!"

"Goal! 3-1, PSV Eindhoven leads by two goals!"

"Awesome!"

In the 65th minute, PSV Eindhoven extended their lead, leaving the Utrecht players on the field feeling rather uncomfortable.

One could only say that PSV Eindhoven truly deserved their status as a Champions League team; this tempo and intensity were simply incomparable to any other Eredivisie side.

Pah!

Tang Ye spat his chewing gum back into its wrapper and pulled out a fresh piece.

Haller ran back from the front, asked Tang Ye for a piece of gum; chewing something helped him calm down slightly.

"They're so strong..."

Tang Ye chewed his gum, his eyes fixed on the PSV Eindhoven players celebrating on the wing.

Haller also glanced in that direction, but immediately withdrew his gaze, patted Tang Ye on the shoulder, and said, "Cheer up, we still have a chance."

Both teams made substitutions immediately after the goal; Amrabat entered the field carrying small notes.

Two small notes: one for Ramselaar, one for Haller.

Tang Ye was somewhat curious about what was written on the notes, but he also knew that since Ten Hag had only written notes for Ramselaar and Haller, it meant he was emphasizing specific individual details, which had nothing to do with Tang Ye.

The match reached the 76th minute!

"Haller dribbles into the baseline, Haller is incredibly strong!"

"Passes back to Josten!"

"Josten plays a cutback!"

"Tang Ye!"

"It's Tang Ye with the ball now!"

Seeing Tang Ye in possession, Bruma immediately ran out of the penalty area, preparing to make a tackle.

That curling shot from the first half was still vividly etched in everyone's memory!

In the camera frame, Tang Ye lifted his right leg.

!!!

Bruma directly stuck out his foot!

Tang Ye struck...

Tang Ye trapped the ball under his foot, suddenly pulling it backward!

!??

"Haha!"

Realizing he had deceived Bruma, Tang Ye burst into laughter, shifted laterally, and then began running toward the penalty area.

The PSV Eindhoven players finally realized something was wrong; Moreno rushed over from the side.

But it was already too late!

A simple push!

"GOOOO——AAAAA——LLLLLLL!!!"

"Holy shit! Tang Ye has scored!"

"3:2!"

Wang Chao was utterly shocked.

Hiss—

Things were starting to feel somewhat off!

"Hahaha!"

Tang Ye was overjoyed; he raised his eyebrows at Bruma and then immediately ran toward the sidelines.

Bruma's face turned ashen.

What happened to the so-called young, inexperienced player?

If he's this good at deceiving people at just 16, what will he be like in the future!

(End of Chapter)