Chapter 74: I Have Someone to Save Me, Do You? (20k Update, Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

"Haha!"

Tang Ye raised both hands and embraced Justen, who had just scored.

"Tom!"

Haller roared, sprinting back from the penalty area, his exceptionally long arms enveloping both Tang Ye and Justen.

Ten Hag, seated on the bench, made a substitution.

De Jong replaces Jansen!

The away fans in the stands began to get excited.

The biggest difference between De Jong and Jansen is that De Jong possesses a highly skilled ability to drive the ball forward.

Ten Hag's purpose with this substitution was clearly to chase the score!

"Come on, come on!"

The voices of the away fans were faint, yet Tang Ye could still hear them.

The match continued.

Five minutes after Justen's goal, in the 68th minute of the match, PSV Eindhoven found an opportunity; Branderit tackled Haller and then passed the ball to Hendrix.

Hendrix stood right at the edge of the arc; this position seemed safe, but it was not.

Tang Ye, who had originally intended to run into the penalty area, emerged from it the moment Haller lost possession, arriving precisely beside Hendrix.

!

Seeing Tang Ye, Hendrix hurriedly turned to shield the ball, lifting his right leg as if to pass.

This was a feint by Hendrix.

A very convincing feint, but Tang Ye did not bite!

He remembered clearly that Hendrix's preferred foot was his left!

Moreover, Hendrix's non-preferred foot was rated only two stars in the FIFA games; there was no way he would pass with his non-preferred foot!

Here it comes!

Tang Ye dove straight at Hendrix's left foot, successfully completing a tackle in the attacking third.

"What the heck!?"

Ten Hag on the substitutes' bench widened his eyes.

Stealing the ball from the opponent's defensive midfielder right at the edge of their penalty arc.

Does Tang Ye actually have this capability?

Before Ten Hag could finish thinking, Tang Ye suddenly accelerated, pulling left to create space.

"Haller!"

Tang Ye shouted loudly, and at the same moment, every player in the penalty area looked right.

Their attention was entirely fixed on Haller, because Tang Ye was about to pass the ball to him!

"Here, here!"

After shaking off Branderit, Haller reached out for the ball: "Give it to me!"

"No way!"

Tang Ye chuckled, and from a position slightly left of the arc, he curled the ball with the outside of his foot.

The ball soared upward, struck the ground inside the penalty area, and bounced.

It was originally rolling toward the goal line, but because it was an outside-foot curl, the ball suddenly veered right after hitting the ground, rolling directly into the net.

Goalkeeper Pasveer's save came too late.

His view was blocked by his own two center-backs; Pasveer never expected Tang Ye to shoot directly!

Didn't he already call out to his teammate!

Why did he still shoot directly!

【You have obtained 10 Counterattack Points】

"Bastard, haha!"

Haller cursed once, then immediately ran toward Tang Ye.

Deception?

No, can something played by me, Tang Tang Qiuwang, be called deception?

This is called tactical fraud!

"Wait, wait, wait!"

After equalizing the score, Tang Ye pushed away Haller, who wanted to embrace him.

Just as Haller looked puzzled, Tang Ye suddenly accelerated on the spot and ran toward the sideline.

Both knees hit the ground simultaneously, toes pointing inward.

Swish, swish, swish!

This was an incredibly smooth knee slide!

The broadcast camera followed Tang Ye closely, while fans in the stadium and in the live stream widened their eyes.

One stripe, two stripes.

Hmm?

Why are there three stripes on the ground!?

Tang Ye had drawn three stripes!

The oversized camera in front of the player tunnel turned toward Ten Hag, and the Dutchman hurriedly covered his face with his hands.

I didn't teach this, I didn't teach this...

After the large screen at the venue switched from the replay of the three-line knee slide to Tang Ye's goal replay, Ten Hag quickly withdrew his hand and stood up from his chair.

I taught him that!

I taught him that!

【Awesome, 2:2!】

【Haters, speak up!】

【I really don't understand why anyone would hate on my Brother Meng; that's a top-tier interception based on anticipation, and that outside-of-the-foot shot!】

【Damn, an insane curve! It has to be Tang Ye!】

【Brother Meng only scores god-tier goals, but a draw doesn't earn much; can't you be a bit more generous?】

【One goal and one assist, and you're still not satisfied? Take your 2.1x odds and leave; what about us who bet on PSV to win outright?】

【PSV to win outright? No, seriously, in this day and age, who dares to betray my Brother Meng?】

The live broadcast camera focused on the grass where Tang Ye had slid, revealing three black lines, two deep and one shallow, extremely conspicuous.

Allé felt a bit envious, so he attempted a knee slide himself.

But unfortunately, only players with exceptional talent can carve out standard three lines.

Allé's talent was still a bit lacking!

"Stop imitating; you can't pull it off!"

Di Di Bala dragged Allé back to celebrate with the teammates near the corner flag.

Allé pointed at the grass he had just slid across and shouted loudly at Tang Ye, "Why! Why can't I slide properly?"

Tang Ye laughed heartily, held up one finger, and shook it in front of Allé: "This requires hard practice; how can you learn it if you keep slacking off?"

"Huh?"

"Then can you teach me?"

Tang Ye ran toward the defensive half: "I don't take disciples!"

The match continued; watching Ten Hag sit back down on the substitute bench, Cocu felt a bit envious.

Why is it so easy for others to be head coaches?

Why do I have to work so hard!

"Widen the play, spread the width! Mark, you can actively pull out to the wing!"

Cocu shouted loudly at the PSV players on the field.

He glanced at the substitution board held up by the fourth official.

It was already the 82nd minute of the match.

If they didn't score again, PSV would have to settle for a draw!

"PSV is very tenacious; they still want to make a move!"

"The cross comes in, delivered to the red spot, Locadia, header!"

"Beautiful! Ruiter punched away Locadia's header!"

"Has the streamer switched sides?"

"What the hell is this; moderators, mute everyone in the chat saying I've switched sides."

"Don't just spout nonsense; I've always been a Utrecht fan."

"Liked PSV before? That was all a joke; did you really believe me when I said I was a PSV fan?"

Thanks to Locadia's header, PSV earned a corner kick opportunity, and Tang Ye trotted back from the front field.

"Who am I marking? Who am I marking?"

Before his teammates could answer his question, Narsingh, preparing to jump, struck Tang Ye in the eye with one hand, knocking him straight to the ground.

"Damn!"

Tang Ye covered his eye and rolled back and forth on the ground.

Narsingh's hand hadn't actually hit Tang Ye's eye, but Tang Ye simply could not stand up right now.

Because Narsingh had scored.

This was the only chance to disallow Narsingh's goal!

"What's the call? What's the call?"

Tang Ye peered at the referee through the gap between his index finger and ring finger.

The referee blew the whistle and pushed both hands outward.

Goal disallowed!

OK!

Tang Ye stood up from the ground; the Utrecht team doctor, who had been ready to rush out, gave an awkward smile toward the stands before scurrying back to his seat.

"Damn, Tang Ye, top-tier football IQ!"

"Defending Narsingh with his own body; let me tell you, Tang Ye knew Narsingh would go for a header; since he was marking Narsingh, he actively stuck his head out for Narsingh to hit!"

"Narsingh fell for the trap, you know; with Tang Ye's football IQ, damn, awesome!"

Time continued to advance; Cocu had come to this match expecting a win, so the later it got, the more nervous he became.

Once Cocu got nervous, he passed his pressure onto the players.

Once the players got nervous, their performance immediately fell apart.

As for Utrecht, although Ten Hag also felt pressure, he wouldn't shout and scream like Cocu.

Because Ten Hag fundamentally didn't know what he should do next.

For Utrecht to win right now depended entirely on luck; if luck didn't arrive, no matter how much Ten Hag shouted, it would be useless.

The 90th minute of the match.

"Get up there, number 18! Use your body! Block him with your body!"

Cocu screamed hysterically, and upon receiving the signal, Hendrix moved forward to mark De Rong Cheng Gong one-on-one.

"Right foot!"

Tang Ye shouted, immediately moving to the right.

First, trick Hendrix into committing his left foot.

Then, he can dribble past him!

De Rong Cheng Gong successfully dribbled the ball past Hendrix!

Bruma rushed out, preparing to defend against De Rong Cheng Gong!

"Behind! Behind!"

Just as De Rong Cheng Gong was worrying, Tang Ye's voice came from behind, so De Rong Cheng Gong decisively turned and passed back.

"Hehe, here it comes!"

Tang Ye's eyes lit up; without controlling the ball, he directly chipped it into the penalty area, where Kleber, the defender making a run from the right flank, scored with a header!

【You have obtained 5 Counterattack Points. Your current Counterattack Points balance has exceeded 100; please use them wisely. A middle-aged man in his striving phase doesn't need too much savings!】

"GOOOO——AAAAAAAA——LLLLLLL!!!"

"Goal! Goal! Another assist from Tang Ye!"

"3:2, Utrecht has taken the lead!"

"In the 91st minute of the match, Utrecht has taken the lead!"

Beep beep beep!

Whooo——!!!

Dissatisfied shouts from the home fans rang out from the stadium stands.

Leading by two goals in the first half, only to concede three in the second.

How the hell could the fans tolerate this!

The Utrecht players ran to the corner flag to celebrate, while the away fans immediately began taunting.

"Cocu!"

"Get out!"

"Cocu!"

"Get out!"

The camera focused on PSV Eindhoven's head coach, Cocu.

Boasting a squad full of star players, yet unable to even beat Utrecht!

Cocu was now under immense pressure!

"Damn it..."

Cocu pressed his lips together, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

At this moment, Ten Hag, who had been sitting on the substitutes' bench, finally stood up.

He looked at Cocu, who was in trouble in the distance.

Sigh...

Ten Hag shook his head.

He didn't know why Cocu had dared to sit back after going up 2:0.

I have someone to save me, but you,

do you?

Bang!

Haller kicked open the locker room door: "Damn, that felt so good to Laozi!"

"Wuhu!"

Di Di Bala ran up from behind, jumped straight onto the treatment table in the middle of the locker room, and shouted at the teammates slowly walking in: "Those idiot reporters said we'd lose against PSV Eindhoven; have we lost now?"

"We won! Easily won!"

"Last-minute winner!"

Bang!

Di Di Bala jumped off the treatment table, and Tang Ye imitated Di Di Bala by jumping onto the table as well.

"Quick, right now!"

Di Di Bala shouted loudly, while Tang Ye stood on the table completely bewildered: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Haha!"

Di Di Bala, Ramselaar, and Haller, from three different directions, poured bottles of mineral water over Tang Ye.

"Fuck your mother! (Chinese)"

"Tang, what are you saying?"

"One goal, two assists, our MVP!"

Tang Ye, his clothes soaked, quickly jumped off the table: "Damn it..."

Looking left and right, his excellent midfield vision allowed Tang Ye to spot a case of electrolyte drinks placed under the treatment table.

Of course, Tang Ye couldn't make it too obvious, otherwise Di Di Bala would have already run away.

He had to do it secretly, pretending nothing had happened.

Suddenly grabbing the water, he twisted off the cap!

"Screw you!"

Di Di Bala Zite and Ramse Laer got shampooed miserably!

Creak—

The locker room door swung open; Ten Hag and Fan Fan Dejiahe were standing there, staring at Tang Ye.

"Uh, um, this is..."

Tang Ye didn't know what to say when Ten Hag walked in from outside: "Tang, I've found you're the most changeable person."

"What's wrong?"

"You start bullying teammates as soon as you win MVP, and it was the same before; you used to be only ten minutes late for training, but after becoming a starter, your tardiness has increased."

Ten Hag lowered his head and sighed: "You're still young; you must guard your original heart. Are you already thinking of becoming the locker room boss at just sixteen?"

"No, I was just celebrating..."

Tang Ye said: "Bate! Huh?"

Tang Ye tried to seek help from Ramse Laer, only to find that guy had already run behind Ten Hag!

Damn it!

"Change into a new jersey quickly; come with me afterward for an interview."

Ten Hag patted Tang Ye's shoulder: "Be quick; I'll wait three minutes for you."

In the Philips Stadium press conference room, Tang Ye followed Ten Hag inside.

Click!

Click-click!

The first thing upon entering the press conference room, Tang Ye received the MVP trophy from a staff member.

Previously, during the group stage, Tang Ye had also won an MVP once, but that time was different from this one; today's match was a quarterfinal, and the MVP player receives a trophy.

Tang Ye held the small trophy in his hand and examined it; the base of the trophy bore the names of the two teams competing in this match.

This was recognition of the strong!

Tang Ye got excited, and the trophy slipped from his hand, falling to the floor.

Click!

Click-click!

"Cough, cough, sorry, sorry!"

Tang Ye picked up the trophy, then quickly ran over and sat down on the chair.

A reporter asked Ten Hag first: "Today you secured a last-gasp victory; as the coach, could you briefly describe your state of mind during the match?"

"Mm, of course."

Ten Hag pressed his lips together, thought for a moment, then began answering: "Trailing by two goals in the first half, we were all nervous, but as the team's head coach, I knew I had to remain calm at that moment."

Tang Ye hugged the trophy in his arms, listening to Ten Hag speak.

At first, nothing seemed amiss.

Then suddenly, Tang Ye frowned.

"Mm, it's like this; I knew the players felt immense pressure trailing by two goals, so at halftime I comforted them and, based on the first-half situation, made some tactical adjustments for the team. Oh, the most crucial of these was in the midfield!"

Ten Hag spread his right hand, pointing at Tang Ye beside him: "I asked Tang to make some subtle adjustments in the second half; I'm very glad he fulfilled my requirements. That's why he earned the MVP, and also why we were able to overturn the score."

Tang Ye looked at Ten Hag beside him with a face full of shock.

Wait, buddy, you didn't say any of this stuff at halftime, did you?

The reporters' cameras turned to Tang Ye.

"..."

Damn Erik Mr., today I must expose your...

Ten Hag glared at Tang Ye; Tang Ye took a deep breath.

"Mm, yes, that's exactly how it was..."

(End of chapter)