Lucky Bro's Eredivisie Debut

After coming on, Tang Ye began observing the situation on the pitch.

Utrecht desperately wanted to win today, so they had a lot of players pushed forward.

What did that mean? It meant Tang Ye only needed to sneak toward the back, and he would barely touch the ball! Just three minutes after Tang Ye came on, Utrecht suddenly launched an attack down the wing. Luwin beat Meijers on the right flank.

Luwin carried the ball inward! Haller started making his run!

Luwin passed!

Haller charged into the box from the edge of the arc!

He received Luwin's pass, then...

Shot!

"The ball's in! The ball's in!"

"Haller scores!"

"Utrecht have taken the lead in the final moments! Haller has scored twice!"

"2-1!"

Wang Chao and some of the viewers in the livestream were extremely excited.

Those excited people had one thing in common.

They had all bet on an away win or Utrecht to win 2-1! "Hahaha!"

Utrecht's players slowly began running toward the corner flag, while Tang Ye embraced his teammates tightly.

Holy shit, wasn't Utrecht supposed to be no match for The Hague?

Streamer, you told us to bet on The Hague, then turned around and said you supported Chinese players, so you bet on Utrecht. Streamer, you're not human!

Damn, is Tang Ye really that good? The team took the lead as soon as he came on!

The guy above must be trolling. How dare he slander Lucky Bro? Doesn't he know the streamer is a Lucky Bro fan?

Three minutes on the pitch, zero touches. Isn't Lucky Bro an attacking midfielder? Why was he hiding at the back? Is this Erik ten Hag's tactic?

Utrecht had suddenly taken the lead, and Korte was now extremely nervous.

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

It was now the 87th minute of the match.

There had been quite a few fouls in today's game. Including stoppage time, there should still be seven or eight minutes left.

Eight minutes was enough to equalize! Korte complained to the referee that Utrecht were wasting time celebrating, and Haller, who had just completed his brace, was shown a yellow card as a result.

The Utrecht players were somewhat unhappy, but they said nothing.

The key now was to protect their 2-1 lead.

Utrecht had lost two straight games at the start of the season and still had zero points.

They truly wanted these three points!

"Drop back, drop back! Stay compact!"

Erik ten Hag kept shouting instructions from the sidelines, but The Hague were the stronger side overall.

They were launching a fierce counterattack against Utrecht!

Near the center circle, Christensen controlled the ball and kept looking around for an opportunity. At that moment, Alberg, who had moved out wide, held out his hand for the ball.

Smack! Christensen played a through ball, and Alberg received it on Utrecht's left flank before bursting forward into a dribble.

Ramselaar reacted quickly. Knowing his own goal could be under threat, the Dutch midfielder immediately ran toward Alberg.

Alberg passed the ball into the middle.

The Hague's center forward, Havenaar, was now in possession! "The middle is wide open. Where are Utrecht's defensive midfielders?"

"Defensive midfielders? Huh, why is Tang Ye the closest player to Havenaar?"

"Tang Ye, run! Hurry up and run!"

"Tang Ye, what are you doing? Run... move into position, Tang Ye is moving into position."

"Tang Ye is still moving into position!"

"Grand Tang Water Charm, Golden Impression, Serene Water Realm... Tang Ye, fuck!"

"I'm done being a fan! I'm done!"

"I'm out! Anyone who supports Tang Ye is an idiot!"

On camera, Havenaar passed to the advancing Duplan. With his excellent movement, Duplan found himself facing Utrecht's two center backs.

Their attention had been drawn by the players attacking down the wing, leaving Utrecht's two center backs still quite far from Duplan.

There was open space between the defenders and the player on the ball.

That meant Duplan could shoot directly!

However, just as Duplan slowed down and prepared to swing his leg, a player in a blue away kit quietly came up from behind on his left.

It was Tang Ye!

"Bring him down! Bring him down!"

Erik ten Hag shouted from the sidelines, "Foul him directly, it's fine! Bring him down!"

If Duplan shot at this moment, Utrecht's goal would be under immense threat.

Erik ten Hag wanted Tang Ye to deliberately foul him and take a yellow card, turning Duplan's long-range shooting opportunity into a free kick.

Given the Eredivisie players' terrible free-kick ability, giving the other side a free kick would actually be safer for Utrecht.

Tang Ye was completely focused and did not hear Erik ten Hag's shout.

Facing the ball-carrying Duplan, Tang Ye suddenly turned sideways and went to ground. His right thigh braced against the turf as he swung out his left leg.

Smack! Tang Ye successfully knocked the ball away from in front of Duplan. The outstretched leg frightened Duplan into jumping on his own, and the off-balance The Hague forward staggered a few steps before crashing to the ground.

"I... fuck."

"Holy shit, what a perfect tackle! Clean as hell, not even the slightest suspicion of a foul!"

"I'm an idiot. I'm fucking an idiot!"

"Tang Ye, king of football! You're the fucking king of football!"

Wait, what????

Lucky Bro can do that too?

Master, what exactly is your profession?

Not bad. That tackle looked incredibly practiced. Did Tang Ye secretly train it during practice?

No wonder Erik ten Hag had Tang Ye pretend to be a defensive midfielder today. So he had this tackle in his arsenal.

"Fuck, fuck..."

Wang Chao's heartbeat quickened. Looking at the 2.7 odds for a Utrecht outright win, he was not particularly excited.

Instead, he was deeply regretful.

Extremely, extremely regretful.

Because he had only bet 100 yuan!

"Damn it!"

Wang Chao clenched both fists.

He knew Tang Ye had made the matchday squad, yet he had only bet 100 yuan on Utrecht to win.

What was this? This was disrespect toward the king of football!

The king of football invited me to get my feet washed, but what did I do? I only bet 100 yuan! "Damn it..."

A sudden wave of guilt swept through Wang Chao's entire body! "Are you okay, brother? I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it!"

Seeing Duplan rolling back and forth on the ground, Tang Ye hurried over and helped him up.

Duplan really wanted to curse, but Tang Ye's tackle had been far too clean.

What was most outrageous? The most outrageous part was that Tang Ye had practically walked over and tackled Duplan down!

"What is that?"

Erik ten Hag pointed at Tang Ye on the pitch and looked at Mitchell van der Gaag beside him. "He can do that too?"

"Hiss, this, this..."

Mitchell van der Gaag frowned. "Logically speaking, he shouldn't know how to tackle."

"Logically speaking?"

Erik ten Hag spread his hands at Mitchell van der Gaag. "Did you see that tackle? He just walked over, then took down the other player. With that level of proficiency, he must have trained for at least four or five years, right?"

"Wait, no, it's hard to say!"

Erik ten Hag suddenly thought of something.

If any other player pulled off something like that, then he had definitely been secretly putting in extra training.

But the one standing on the pitch was Tang Ye.

How could he possibly train extra?

"That was probably just luck."

Erik ten Hag gave his verdict.

Two minutes later.

"Tang Ye, on the right, a tackle, brilliant!"

"And it's Duplan on the ground again! Tang Ye is apologizing to Duplan!"

"..."

Mitchell van der Gaag turned to look at Erik ten Hag without saying anything.

Hiss—

It felt...

It felt like something was not quite right...