Chapter 80: One-on-One Balls Are Hard to Pass Out (20k Update, Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

"Damn!"

Tang Ye shouted aloud.

Come on, man, how did that not go in!

Haller was clearly a bit anxious; in a situation with absolutely no shooting angle, he should have controlled the ball instead of poking it straight at the goal.

Poking it straight could only hit Vermeer!

Haller turned around and gave Tang Ye a huge thumbs-up.

Bro, don't panic.

Trust me one more time!

"What a pity, damn it, Utrecht almost equalized!"

"But it's still okay; looking at it now, regardless of whether Utrecht's front line can break through, as long as Tang Ye is in form, the chances of winning are still quite high."

"Utrecht can't win... What do you mean Utrecht can't win? Screw you, Utrecht is definitely going to win, okay!"

A fan in the live stream posted comments supporting Feyenoord and was immediately muted by the moderator.

Take a look at the live stream's title.

【Utrecht at Full Power, Charge Straight!】

The title says it all; this is Utrecht's live stream.

If you support Feyenoord, just keep quiet, okay!

The first half continued; seeing that Ramselaar and Jansen were performing poorly, Ten Hag had De Jong and Amrabat start warming up early.

Playing against strong teams is like this; sometimes bringing on new players can produce unexpected results.

"Run, run!"

Ten Hag shouted toward the pitch; those two words seemed to pull Tang Ye's wind-up string, causing the latter to sprint directly toward Ahmadi.

Previously, Tang Ye had failed to intercept Ahmadi's cross; this time, Tang Ye chose to take the initiative.

Facing Tang Ye's pressing, Ahmadi was incredibly arrogant.

He actually didn't pass the ball immediately but kept it under control at his feet!

Feyenoord's players were underestimating their opponents!

"I'm coming!"

Tang Ye seized the opportunity, took a running start, and executed a sliding tackle, bringing Ahmadi down along with the ball.

Tang Ye's tackling ability came from the 【Casemiro Tackling Template】, though Tang Ye had made some improvements to the template based on his own characteristics.

Unlike Casemiro's powerful tackles, Tang Ye's tackling was softer, but the risk was also greater.

He could keep the tackled ball under his control!

"Go, go!"

Tang Ye shouted twice, then got up from the ground and dribbled forward.

His speed wasn't very fast, but seeing Tang Ye with the ball, Feyenoord's defenders were actually somewhat nervous.

This guy looked soft and weak, but his threat level was indeed significant.

Tang Ye scanned his surroundings, noticed Ahmadi trying to come steal his ball, and quickly dribbled forward two more steps.

Glance at the penalty area!

Slap!

Using Ward-Prowse's free-kick technique, Tang Ye delivered a 45-degree cross, smashing the ball straight into the big penalty box.

Haller!

Can I trust you!

"Inside the box, Haller!"

"Header!"

"Goal!"

"Although Haller just missed the one-on-one chance Tang Ye set up for him, this time he successfully capitalized on the header opportunity!"

"Haller, beautiful!"

"1:1, Utrecht has equalized!"

"Tang Ye, Tang Ye isn't celebrating; oh, he's going to apologize to Ahmadi first; Tang Ye just tackled Ahmadi down."

【You have obtained Counterattack Points *10】

The camera focused on Haller, who scored the goal; the Ivorian immediately rushed toward Tang Ye.

"Tom!"

Haller hugged Tang Ye: "I will seize the opportunities; I said it, I will seize the opportunities!"

"I know, I know!"

Haller kept rubbing Tang Ye's hair; Tang Ye tried to break free, but simply couldn't escape.

Haller's strength was simply too great, especially Haller gone crazy after scoring!

"Tom! Haha!"

Di Di Bala ran over: "Tang, I'll seize the opportunities too; pass me one, okay! Pass me one! I haven't scored in so long!"

"Damn, I want one too!"

Ramselaar flew off Haller's back and planted a kiss right on Tang Ye's hair.

Indeed, playing against strong teams like Feyenoord means you can't rely on possession play.

Possession play?

Is possession percentage even useful?

One pass from Tom, and your carefully built defense line goes straight to heaven!

"Clap, clap, clap!"

Ten Hag applauded the Utrecht players on the field.

One could only say, as expected of the players trained by him, Erik Ten Hag.

Such fluid coordination!

So satisfying!

The first half continued; after equalizing, Utrecht actively slowed down the match tempo.

Feyenoord naturally disagreed; although they were the away team, they were the more dominant side, so after the score was leveled, Feyenoord launched a fierce attack against Utrecht.

Ten Hag began his tricky maneuver, directly ordering Tang Ye to drop deeper.

Utrecht's original formation of one attacking midfielder and two defensive midfielders now became three defensive midfielders.

Although Montfoort Pig-Brother's defensive awareness was trash, his excellent tackling ability still made opponents wary.

Shifting from 4-2-1-3 to 4-3-3, Utrecht successfully defended their 1-1 halftime score.

"Phew..."

Tang Ye spat out the chewing gum in his mouth and casually lowered his head to check his clothes.

The white long-sleeved jersey was completely dirty.

These were all marks left by his hard fighting!

Halftime, the home team's locker room.

"I think you can feel that against Feyenoord, we don't need too much possession, okay, we don't need too much possession."

Ten Hag paced back and forth in the middle: "When the opponent has possession, you don't need to be nervous; defend however you should, and don't feel anxious just because you haven't touched the ball for a long time."

Saying this, Ten Hag looked at Tang Ye: "You barely touched the ball a few times in the first half; were you anxious?"

"Not anxious."

Tang Ye answered without even thinking.

"Yes, exactly like that!"

Ten Hag pointed at Tang Ye: "You should all have this mentality, this top-tier mentality! Let them have possession; we just need to do what we should do, widen the defensive line, and protect the flanks." "Another thing is set pieces; if it's the opponent's deep attack, do not commit fouls unless absolutely necessary; our opponents are strong at set pieces, so we cannot give them this opportunity."

Ten Hag was now very passionate, and the players were naturally the same.

Tang Ye could feel that his condition in this match was quite good!

After addressing the main issues, Ten Hag left the spot to Fan Fan Dejiahe, letting the assistant coach emphasize some details.

"Switch places."

Haller whispered, swapping positions with Amrabat and sitting down beside Tang Ye: "Tang, we are good brothers, right?"

Huh?

Tang Ye was somewhat baffled by Haller's question, but he answered quickly: "Of course, you are my brother."

"Good, Tang, let me tell you, that one-on-one in the first half was a mistake, you know, a mistake; you can still pass the ball to me, and I will definitely seize the opportunity!"

Haller's hand firmly grabbed the muscles on Tang Ye's shoulder.

"Uh, well... I'll try my best; there isn't an opportunity every time."

Tang Ye spoke ambiguously.

Although he could make some nice passes, the prerequisite conditions were actually quite stringent.

!

First, Tang Ye needed to gain possession; for Utrecht's two defensive midfielders, this was no difficult task, but for an attacking midfielder like Tang Ye who lacked coverage ability, it was actually quite difficult.

Then there was the feeling when passing; this depended on Tang Ye's condition at that moment and also on the teammates' positioning.

Only when all these were satisfied could the attack be executed!

"Then it's settled!"

Haller patted Tang Ye's shoulder twice, then swapped positions with Amrabat again.

Tang Ye lowered his head, preparing to feed a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, but suddenly Amrabat beside him disappeared again.

Someone swapped positions with Amrabat; this time it wasn't Haller but Di Di Bala.

"Na, Nasser? What's wrong?"

Tang Ye was a bit confused; he thought Di Di Bala wanted to ask him for chewing gum, so he handed over the gum in his hand.

Di Di Bala took the chewing gum handed over by Tang Ye but did not unwrap it to eat.

"Tang, let me tell you, in the second half, remember to look more towards my side."

Di Di Bala said: "I feel my condition today is quite good; the probability of scoring is high; if you pass to me, maybe I can score one too."

"..."

Tang Ye scratched his nose: "I'll try my best, okay?"

"No need to try your best; just look more towards my side; you know, those one-on-ones, those passes facing the goalkeeper directly; I'm already prepared!"

Di Di Bala was somewhat excited.

"One-on-one balls are very difficult!"

Tang Ye explained, but Di Di Bala seemed not to believe Tang Ye's words at all, only keeping on emphasizing that his condition was good.

Damn it!

Tang Ye took a deep breath.

Why did these strikers think that one-on-one balls were easy to pass out?

It's very difficult, okay!

……

The second half was about to begin; as Tang Ye walked out from the player tunnel, he once again heard the fans on both sides of the stands singing in unison.

"Tang Ye, run in the second half, run!"

"Damn it, if you don't run forward how can you find opportunities? Run, run!"

Turning to look, he saw his father, Tang Tang Zhengxiong.

Fine.

His biggest hater had come to watch the match live today...

"Your father is cheering for you!"

Ramseal said to Tang Ye, a hint of envy in his expression.

"No."

Tang Ye looked at Tang Tang Zhengxiong in the stands: "Actually, he's cursing at me..."

The match resumed, and the Feyenoord players once again displayed their excellent ball control.

The camera cut to Ten Hag on the sidelines; facing his team's possession rate of less than 40%, Ten Hag sat relaxed in his substitute's chair.

Having coached for over half a year, Ten Hag knew Utrecht all too well.

Utrecht was just like this: as long as the defense was solidified, no matter how high the opponent's possession rate was, it didn't matter.

Ten minutes of possession wasn't worth as much as one brilliant pass from midfield!

In the 61st minute, Ten Hag substituted De Jong for Ramseal, and the captain's armband went to Aler.

Four minutes after this substitution, Tang Ye played a through ball to Balazsit at the very front.

【De Bruyne Curved Through Ball, Lv3: Simulation】

Proficiency: 47/400

The ball flew out quickly, bouncing in front of Kong Kong Geluo and Bertkin, then popping up to Balazsit.

This was a one-on-one!

Compared to the one-on-one chance Aler got in the first half, Balazsit's opportunity was much better.

His shooting angle was wider!

Bang!

"Goooo——aaaaaa——llllll!!!"

"Goal!"

"Balazsit!"

"An assist from Tang Ye, finished by Balazsit!"

【You obtained 5 Counterattack Points】

【Second assist of the match, bonus reward: 5 Counterattack Points】

【Parents watching, bonus reward: 2 Counterattack Points】

Haha!

Two assists and 15 Counterattack Points secured!

A small profit; Tang Ye felt delighted in his heart.

But immediately, Tang Ye couldn't smile anymore.

Balazsit was running toward him.

"I told you, it's just like this!"

"Tom, just like this, this is the kind of one-on-one I want!"

Hiss—

Watching Balazsit charge quickly toward him, Tang Ye took a deep breath.

Oh no!

I shouldn't have been so eager to feed him that one-on-one!

"Hey, Nasser, listen to me, listen to me, playing a one-on-one pass is very difficult, much harder than you imagine, it doesn't happen all the time!"

"Tom, stop talking, hug me tight!"

"..."

……

(End of Chapter)