Chapter 94: Dutch Cup Champion, Tang's Final MVP! (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

"Feyenoord!"

"Feyenoord!"

The home fans in the stands screamed hysterically.

They were craving a miracle, a miracle that could produce a goal in the final three minutes.

But Utrecht's celebration was not yet over!

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle; for deliberately delaying the match, Tang Ye received a yellow card.

"Damn, even that gets a card?"

Tang Ye ran up to argue with the referee: "I didn't delay time, Mr., listen to me, listen to me."

Getting a yellow card in the final moments of a match wasn't really a big deal, but Tang Ye just had to stick to the referee and babble away.

He needed to waste time!

"I didn't delay time, Mr., my teammates are already going to kick off."

Tang Ye spread his hands toward the referee to show his innocence.

"No, that's a yellow card; please move away first, thank you."

He turned his head to glance at the current time.

94 minutes!

OK!

Tang Ye obediently walked away.

Yellow card: Tang Y.

"Tang Tang Qiuwang has received a yellow card!"

"But it doesn't matter; Feyenoord has only one minute left!"

Back on the substitutes' bench, Ten Hag and the Utrecht players on the bench were already getting restless.

This was no simple knockout match.

This was the final!

The winner of the final would receive the trophy!

The Dutch Cup Champion Trophy!

In the live broadcast footage, the Feyenoord players quickly launched an attack on the Utrecht goal, while coach Fan Bulong sat in a chair on the substitutes' bench.

Fan Bulong was the coach; he could see that Feyenoord no longer had any chance!

Equalize the score?

To hell with it; this match is already over!

On the pitch, Tang Ye was shoved back and forth by Ahmadi and Kuyt, his body covered in grass clippings.

It felt a bit uncomfortable, but the moment he thought about lifting the cup later, Tang Ye instantly stopped feeling uncomfortable.

Adrenaline can suppress pain!

"Beep, beep-beep!!!"

"Match over!"

"The match is over! Utrecht defeated Feyenoord with a score of 2:1!"

"Utrecht are the champions!"

The players on the substitutes' bench ran out again with Ten Hag; Tang Ye formed his hands into a pyramid shape, covering his mouth and nose.

【Ultimate Chest: The Balanced Scales, this is the guarantee for a middle-aged man walking through the football leagues. Based on the current situation, the chest has three trigger methods.】

1. Trigger directly without conditions. Reward: 99% probability of a Legendary Template, 1% probability of an Ultimate Template. (Condition met)

2. Dutch Cup Champion or League Champion. Reward: 80% probability of a Legendary Template, 20% probability of an Ultimate Template. (Condition met)

"Phew..."

He exhaled a long breath; having won the Dutch Cup championship, he now met the conditions for the second activation method of the Ultimate Chest.

A 20% probability for the Ultimate Chest!

Tang Ye was very excited, but his heavy focus could not be on the system right now.

He needed to celebrate!

Celebrate with his teammates!

"Tom, we did it; you said it, and we did it!"

Ramselaar was so excited his eyes were red; Tang Ye hugged Ramselaar, while De Jong, Amrabat, and Fan De slowly approached, the few of them forming a large circle, jumping up and down.

Haller was not inside this circle; he was currently below the stands, confronting the home fans.

"Boooo!!"

The Feyenoord fans were extremely dissatisfied with their team losing the championship, wildly booing Utrecht, while Haller responded by raising his middle finger.

"Haller!"

Tang Ye and Ramselaar ran toward Haller; they had received a task from Ten Hag, which was to call Haller back.

But Haller was clearly also provoked to anger by the fans' jeering; seeing Tang Ye approach, he immediately pointed at Tang Ye: "Hey, do you know how he scored against your goal?"

"Like this!"

Haller squatted down and walked across the grass like a duck.

"Hahahaha!"

Ramselaar could no longer hold it in.

"Please, don't do that!"

Tang Ye spread his hands to show his innocence, and soon Amrabat, who had run up from behind, made the same gesture as Haller.

Following behind were De Jong and Van de Mareel and the others.

"Haller, Bat, Sofyan, don't be like this..."

"You get down too!"

Amrabat yanked Tang Ye down, forcing him to squat on the ground.

"Damn!"

Ten Hag's head was throbbing.

He had sent them to call Haller back, but instead the whole group had turned into ducks!

"What are you doing!"

Ten Hag ran toward the spot where the players were gathered.

"Erik ten Hag!"

"Booooo—!!!!"

What the hell?

Looking at this crowd of Feyenoord fans in the stands, Ten Hag was furious; he immediately raised his index finger: "What are you shouting about? We have the KNVB Cup championship; what do you have?"

"Oh right, I also have three Coach of the Month awards; what do you have?"

"What do you have!"

Okay, now this felt good!

These Feyenoord guys were so full of themselves, yet not only did they have no KNVB Cup title, they didn't even have a single Coach of the Month award.

He really didn't know why this bunch dared to talk back to Ten Hag.

The Feyenoord players left the field with their heads bowed, while officials from the football association and stadium staff came out to begin setting up the podium for Utrecht.

"Are we going to receive the trophy on someone else's home ground?"

Tang Ye's eyes widened.

He had never won the KNVB Cup before, and he hadn't expected the award ceremony to start immediately after the match ended.

"Yes, we are going to receive the award right here on their home turf!"

Haller rubbed his hands together as he slowly walked toward the podium: "By the way, Tang, you might even have an extra trophy."

"What do you mean?"

Tang Ye followed after him; Haller's words made him, already excited, even more excited.

"MVP; you're definitely the MVP."

"Oh, you mean that."

Tang Ye spread his hands: "The KNVB Cup MVP trophy is tiny; can that even be called a trophy?"

"The final is different."

Ramselaar ran up from behind and patted Tang Ye on the butt.

"Different? What's different?"

Tang Ye chased after Ramselaar asking, but Ramselaar didn't answer him.

A different trophy.

Why would he say the MVP trophy for the final was different?

Tang Ye rubbed his hands together as Amrabat pushed him toward the podium.

Mr. Fan De, chairman of the Royal Dutch Football Association, stood on the podium; beside Fan De stood two hostesses, their hands holding dozens of medals to be awarded to the Utrecht first-team players.

"Haha!"

Tang Ye took a deep breath and decisively stepped onto the stairs.

"No no no!"

Ramselaar quickly yanked Tang Ye back down from below.

"What's going on?"

Tang Ye looked left and right, not understanding what Ramselaar meant.

"Oh, oh oh! Sorry, sorry!"

Tang Ye hurriedly stepped down from the stairs.

"Haha, it's fine, it's fine!"

Ten Hag patted Tang Ye's arm and strode up the steps of the podium.

"Mr. Fan De!"

"Mr. Erik!"

Chairman Fan De shook hands with Ten Hag, and the Utrecht players immediately followed suit.

"Thank you!"

Haller bent down, Fan De stood on tiptoe, and finally hung the medal around the Ivorian's neck.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Tang Ye urged Amrabat to move faster. "Hey, how can I go faster? You tell them to hurry up!"

Amrabat moved to the front and, under Tang Ye's watch, received his medal.

He had only played five minutes in this match.

But it didn't matter.

Winning by lying down is still winning!

Amrabat followed behind Haller as he moved forward, and Tang Ye came before Fan De: "Mr. Chairman, hello."

"Wow!"

"A miraculous 17-year-old player."

Prager squeezed Tang Ye's shoulders firmly twice; unlike the previous players, Tang Ye's frame was slimmer, and his muscles felt softer.

"This is yours."

Prager took out a medal and hung it around Tang Ye's neck.

"Thank you, Mr. Chairman."

!

Tang Ye nodded, then quickly ran off.

He lifted the medal from his neck to look at it.

"KNVB Beker," it read, featuring an image of a pinecone.

The MVP trophy Tang Ye had received earlier at the KNVB Cup match also bore this pinecone emblem, as it was the symbol of the KNVB Cup.

After the last player received their medal, Ten Hag approached Chairman Prager once more; the Utrecht head coach, beaming with joy, accepted the championship trophy belonging to them.

"Utrecht!"

"Utrecht!"

"Ten Hag!"

Though there weren't many away fans in the stands, with the home supporters having departed, the players on the podium in the center of the pitch could still hear the voices of the fans.

"Wowoww!"

Ten Hag, clutching the trophy, walked slowly toward the players, who crouched down.

"Here, here, Erik, come to the middle!"

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"Utrecht!"

"Champions!"

Ten Hag handed the trophy to Ramselaar, who then hoisted it high with a sudden thrust.

"Utrecht!"

This was Utrecht's first KNVB Cup title since 2003; not a single player on the team had ever touched this trophy before, so everyone was naturally curious, Tang Ye included.

"Done yet? Done yet? Let me touch it."

Tang Ye took the trophy from Van der Marell's hands.

Hiss—

It was lighter than expected, but this large pinecone design remained quite unique among all trophies.

"Wow!"

Tang Ye suddenly hoisted the trophy high, but the away fans did not erupt in loud cheers as they had before.

"Why aren't they saying anything?"

Tang Ye pointed at the fans in the stands.

"You need to count down '3-2-1' first; only then will it work."

"OK, OK."

Tang Ye cleared his throat.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"Utrecht!"

"Woww!"

Now the fans in the stands made some noise, though only slightly louder than before.

"Shout it in Dutch!"

Van der Marell was somewhat speechless: "They have to read your lips; what can they do if you shout in Chinese?"

"Oh, oh, oh, my fault, my fault."

Tang Ye readjusted his state.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Utrecht!"

"Woww!"

"TOMMMM!!!!"

Now that felt right!

Tang Ye's face flushed somewhat red because he had shouted too loudly just now.

Stadium staff allowed the reporters onto the field, and the Dutch football journalists immediately began snapping away at Ten Hag and the Utrecht players: click-click-click.

Ten Hag voluntarily walked over to the reporters.

"Erik! Mr. Erik! In your first season joining Utrecht, you led the team to win the KNVB Cup—an achievement Utrecht hasn't accomplished in over a decade. Do you have any comments on this?"

One male reporter shouted extremely loudly; Ten Hag walked over voluntarily, and once Ten Hag had come to a stop, the male reporter extended the microphone toward him.

"Utrecht hasn't won the Dutch Cup in over ten years; I know that, but honestly, I don't care much."

Ten Hag's words surprised the reporters: "Many fans think we haven't won a trophy in over ten years, so we can't win one. I believe that is absolutely wrong; we have just won a trophy."

"Ten Hag!"

The fans in the stands shouted Ten Hag's name.

"Eric, this is your first season at Utrecht. Last season, Utrecht finished eleventh in the league, and their performance in the Dutch Cup was poor. But since you arrived at Utrecht, you have won the Dutch Cup championship, and..."

"You are currently first in the league."

The reporter reminded him.

"Mm, yes."

Ten Hag pressed his lips together: "Making the team better is my purpose here. Utrecht's players are excellent. My goal is to have these excellent players execute excellent tactics, and then... well, just like now, we won the match and took the championship."

Crack!

Crack crack!

"Can we talk about the Eredivisie, Eric? As I just said, Utrecht is currently first on the league table. PSV, Ajax, and Feyenoord are all behind you. Do you think..."

"Mm..."

Ten Hag raised his hand to interrupt the reporter: "PSV, Ajax, and Feyenoord, these are the 'Big Three of the Eredivisie' in your words, but I actually don't like this title very much."

Ten Hag looked into the reporter's eyes: "Even the strongest teams will weaken; they won't stay strong forever."

"The Big Three are formidable, but the era they rule will eventually end."

!!!

"Mr. Eric is bragging again."

Tang Ye touched the medal on his chest and saw Ten Hag surrounded by reporters in the distance.

The podium was cordoned off with yellow tape by the stadium staff, so as long as he didn't walk over there voluntarily, Tang Ye wouldn't be surrounded by reporters.

Tang Ye had no time for interviews now; he still had one thing to do.

That was to receive the Final MVP trophy.

Just as Rameshara had said, this Final MVP trophy was "different."

It had the same pinecone shape, but it was only slightly smaller than the championship trophy.

"Tom!"

As soon as Tang Ye received the MVP trophy, the players rushed over.

"Didn't I say it? Hahaha, Tom! Congratulations!"

Rameshara and Ale came up together, and soon Tang Ye was surrounded by his teammates.

Di Di Bala didn't know where he got a new bottle of mineral water from.

"Come, come, come!"

Amidst the players' cheering, Tang Ye held out his trophy.

Splash splash!

The mineral water was poured into the trophy.

"Okay, okay, that's enough, that's enough!"

Tang Ye grabbed his trophy with one hand and took a big gulp of the water inside.

And then...

He splashed all the remaining water forward.

"Damn it, Tom!"

"Damn it, run!"

"Hahahaha!"

【You led an Eredivisie team to win the Dutch Cup championship at the advanced age of 38. This is the first championship trophy you have won since your comeback from retirement, and you also won the MVP in this match.】

【You have received the Middle-Aged Community Welfare Benefit: Counterattack Points * 100】

PS: 22k words update, 2k extra words just to finish the award ceremony, absolutely no cliffhangers!

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