Chapter 80: A One-Touch Shot Is Hard to Pass Out (20k Words, Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

“Fuck!”

Tang Ye shouted out.

Come on, man, how the hell didn’t that go in?!

Aale was clearly getting anxious—he should’ve controlled the ball when there was no shooting angle, not just blasted it straight.

A direct shot like that only hits Vormer!

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

Don’t panic, brother.

Trust me one more time!

“What a shame, damn it—Utrecht almost equalized!”

“But still, looks like no matter if Utrecht breaks through up front, as long as Tang Ye’s in form, their chances of winning are pretty high.”

“Utrecht won’t win… what do you mean Utrecht won’t win? Fuck off, Utrecht’s definitely winning!”

A fan posted a comment supporting Feyenoord in the livestream and got banned immediately by the moderator.

Look at the livestream title.

【Utrecht Pushing Hard, Charge Forward!】

The title literally says it’s Utrecht’s livestream.

You’re a Feyenoord supporter—just shut up, okay?!

The first half continued. Seeing Ramselaar and Jansen underperforming, Ten Hag had De Jong and Amrabat start warming up early.

Playing against strong teams is like this—sometimes bringing on new players produces unexpected results.

“Move! Move!”

Ten Hag shouted toward the pitch; his words seemed to wind up Tang Ye like a spring—he immediately sprinted toward Ahmedi’s position.

Earlier, Tang Ye failed to intercept Ahmedi’s cross; this time, he took the initiative.

Facing Tang Ye’s tackle, Ahmedi was extremely arrogant.

He didn’t pass the ball immediately—instead, he kept it at his feet!

Feyenoord’s players were underestimating their opponents!

“Here I come!”

Tang Ye seized the chance, sprinted forward, and executed a sliding tackle, taking the ball and bringing Ahmedi down.

Tang Ye’s tackling ability comes from the “Casemiro Tackling Template,” but he’s modified it slightly to suit his own style.

Unlike Casemiro’s powerful, forceful tackles, Tang Ye’s are softer—but riskier.

He can control the ball after the tackle!

“Go! Go!”

Tang Ye shouted twice, then got up and sprinted forward with the ball.

His speed wasn’t fast, but Feyenoord’s defenders were tense seeing him with the ball.

This guy looks soft, but he’s genuinely threatening.

Tang Ye scanned the field and saw Ahmedi rushing to steal the ball—he quickly took two more steps forward.

Look at the box!

Thwack!

Tang Ye used Wordered’s free-kick technique to deliver a 45-degree cross, slamming the ball straight into the penalty area.

Aale!

Can you believe in you?!

“In the box, Aale!”

“Header!”

“Goal!”

“Although Aale missed Tang Ye’s one-on-one chance earlier, he capitalized on this header!”

“Aale, brilliant!”

“1-1! Utrecht equalized!”

“Tang Ye didn’t celebrate—he’s apologizing to Ahmedi first; he just tackled him down.”

【You gained 10 Reverse Points】

The camera cut to Aale, the Ivorian, who charged straight toward Tang Ye after scoring.

“Tom!”

Aale hugged Tang Ye: “I’ll take my chances—I told you, I’ll take my chances!”

“I know, I know!”

Aale kept rubbing Tang Ye’s hair; Tang Ye tried to pull away, but couldn’t budge.

Aale was just too strong—especially now, wild with joy after scoring!

“Tom! Hahaha!”

Balazs ran over: “Tang, I’ll take my chances too—pass me the ball! Just one pass! I haven’t scored in ages!”

“Fuck, me too!”

Ramselaar leapt over Aale’s back and planted a kiss on Tang Ye’s hair.

Obviously, against a team like Feyenoord, you can’t rely on possession.

Possession?

Does ball control even matter?

Tom makes one pass and your carefully built defense flies to heaven!

“Clap! Clap! Clap!”

Ten Hag applauded the Utrecht players on the pitch.

No wonder—he’s the one who trained them.

Such fluid coordination!

So satisfying!

The first half continued; after equalizing, Utrecht slowed the pace.

Feyenoord, of course, disagreed—they were the stronger side, even away, so after conceding, they launched a fierce attack on Utrecht.

Ten Hag began his tactical trickery, instructing Tang Ye to drop back.

Utrecht’s original 1-2-2-1 formation became a 3-2-1-2.

Although Montford’s defensive awareness was terrible, his exceptional tackling ability still intimidated opponents.

Shifting from 4-2-1-3 to 4-3-3, Utrecht successfully held their 1-1 lead in the first half.

“Phew…”

Tang Ye spat out his gum and glanced down at his shirt.

His white long-sleeve jersey was completely dirty.

These were all the marks of his hard-fought battle!

…

Halftime, home team locker room.

“I think you all feel it—we don’t need much possession against Feyenoord, okay? We don’t need much possession.”

Ten Hag paced back and forth: “When they have the ball, don’t panic—defend as you normally would. Don’t get anxious just because you haven’t touched the ball for a long time.”

He turned to Tang Ye: “You barely touched the ball in the first half—were you anxious?”

“Not at all.”

Tang Ye answered without hesitation.

“Exactly!”

Ten Hag pointed at Tang Ye: “You all need this mindset—this top-level mindset! Let them have possession. Do what you’re supposed to do: stretch the defense, guard the flanks. And another thing—set pieces: unless absolutely necessary, don’t foul during their deep attacks. Their set pieces are dangerous—we can’t give them that chance.”

Ten Hag was fired up, and the players were too.

Tang Ye could feel—he was in great form tonight!

After covering the main points, Ten Hag stepped aside and let Fan Dejia take over to emphasize the details.

“Switch positions.”

Aale whispered, swapped places with Amrabat, and sat beside Tang Ye: “Tang, we’re brothers, right?”

Huh?

Tang Ye was confused by Aale’s question, but answered quickly: “Of course—you’re my brother.”

“Good, Tang, listen—I messed up that one-on-one in the first half, you know? A mistake. You can still pass to me—I’ll definitely take the chance!”

Aale gripped Tang Ye’s shoulder muscles tightly.

“Uh… I’ll try, but not every chance comes up.”

Tang Ye dodged the answer.

Though he could deliver some great passes, the conditions were actually quite strict.

!

First, Tang Ye needed to gain possession—which wasn’t hard for Utrecht’s two defensive midfielders, but was tough for a forward midfielder like him with limited coverage.

Then there was the feel of the pass—it depended on Tang Ye’s current state and his teammates’ positioning.

Only when all these conditions are met can the attack be launched!

“Then it’s settled!”

Aale slapped Tang Ye twice on the shoulder, then swapped positions again with Amrabat.

Tang Ye lowered his head, preparing to put a piece of gum in his mouth, when suddenly Amrabat vanished again from his side.

Someone had swapped positions with Amrabat—this time it wasn’t Aale, but Balazet.

“Nasir? What’s wrong?”

Tang Ye was confused; he thought Balazet wanted gum, so he handed over the piece in his hand.

Balazet took the gum Tang Ye offered, but didn’t unwrap it to eat.

“Tang, listen to me—make sure you look my way more in the second half.”

Balazet said: “I feel great today—I’ve got a high chance of scoring. Pass me the ball, maybe I can get one too.”

“...”

Tang Ye scratched his nose: “I’ll do my best, okay?”

“Don’t just do your best—just look my way more. Like a through ball, you know—the one that puts me one-on-one with the keeper. I’m ready!”

Balazet was excited.

“One-on-ones are hard!”

Tang Ye explained, but Balazet clearly didn’t believe him—he just kept insisting he was in great form.

Damn it!

Tang Ye took a deep breath.

Why do these forwards think one-on-ones are easy to deliver?

It’s hard, for crying out loud!

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

“Tang Ye, run harder in the second half, run!”

“F***, how are you supposed to find space if you don’t run? Run, run!”

He turned to see his father, Tang Zhengxiong.

Okay.

Even his biggest critic had come to watch the match today...

“Your father is cheering for you!”

Ramselaar said to Tang Ye, his expression tinged with envy.

“No.”

Tang Ye looked up at Tang Zhengxiong in the stands: “Actually, he’s yelling at me...”

The match began; Feyenoord’s players once again demonstrated their excellent ball control.

The camera cut to Ten Hag on the sideline; despite his team’s possession rate being under 40%, he sat calmly on the substitute bench.

After more than half a year of coaching, Ten Hag knew Utrecht inside out.

Utrecht plays like this: as long as their defense is solid, how much possession the opponent has doesn’t matter.

Ten minutes of possession is worth less than one clever pass from midfield!

In the 61st minute, Ten Hag substituted De Jong for Ramselaar; the captain’s armband went to Aale.

Four minutes after this substitution, Tang Ye played a direct through ball to Balazet up front.

【De Bruyne’s curved through pass, Lv3: Simulation】

Proficiency: 47/400

The ball shot forward, striking the ground between Kong Geluo and Bertkin, bouncing up to Balazet.

It was a one-on-one!

Compared to the one-on-one chance Aale had in the first half, Balazet’s was far better.

His shooting angle was wider!

Thud!

“Goooo—aaaaaa—llllll!!!”

“Goal!”

“Balazet!”

“Assist from Tang Ye, goal by Balazet!”

【You gained 5 Reverse Points】

【Second assist of the match: Bonus—5 Reverse Points】

【Parents watching: Bonus—2 Reverse Points】

Haha!

Two assists, fifteen Reverse Points!

Small win—Tang Ye felt delighted inside.

But Tang Ye’s smile vanished immediately.

Balazet was sprinting toward him.

“I told you—it’s just like this!”

“Tom, just like this—I wanted exactly this kind of one-on-one!”

Ssshh—

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

Shit!

I shouldn’t have fed him that one-on-one so fast!

“Hey, Nasir, listen to me—through balls are hard! Much harder than you think—they don’t come all the time!”

“Tom, don’t talk—hug me!”

“...”

(End of Chapter)