Tang Ye's Assist Seals the Win—This Is the Midfielder I Wanted!

Tang Ye's Assist Seals the Win—This Is the Midfielder I Wanted!

After sitting on the bench for more than seventy minutes, he had finally gotten a chance to come on. It should have been something to celebrate.

But Tang Ye could not bring himself to feel happy.

The reason was that Groningen had piled on far too much pressure in these final minutes.

Tang Ye had to run, because everyone else was running!

On camera, Antonia received Linssen's pass, combined with Sierhuis, beat Ramselaar, and ran toward the edge of Utrecht's penalty area.

Utrecht had always defended the center tightly, so Antonia could not find an opening immediately after getting the ball.

Antonia drifted sideways along the edge of the box.

He was looking for an opportunity! Tang Ye's eyes lit up as he slowly ran in from ahead.

"Someone's behind you!"

Droste shouted, warning Antonia to watch out for Tang Ye, who was lurking behind him looking to poach the ball.

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Antonia carried the ball toward the left and glanced back at Tang Ye.

Their eyes met, and Tang Ye felt a little awkward after being spotted.

It felt like a thirty-seven-year-old man trying to sneak attack someone and getting caught!

"It's fine, get forward!"

Ramselaar pointed toward the attacking third, then ran toward Antonia.

Since the midfield core had given such instructions, Tang Ye did not hesitate. He proactively pushed forward to create space.

All that could be said was that Ramselaar's experience really was abundant. Together with Van der Maarel, he successfully stole the ball from Antonia.

Ramselaar turned with the ball!

He began scanning the field! Haller, Balazhit, and Tang Ye standing in the middle!

A perfect position. Ramselaar delivered the ball precisely to Tang Ye's feet.

It was now the eighty-sixth minute of the match!

Lucky Bro, please, Lucky Bro, save me just once. If the home side doesn't win, I'm really going to jump.

Tang Ye, save me!

Lucky, just give it a go, please. One shot is all it takes!

Honestly, with the score still 0-0 in the eighty-sixth minute, only the Bean Warriors could bear watching such a boring match.

Not only could the Bean Warriors watch it, they were watching with utmost focus.

Because this was their promotion match.

A promotion match from Bean Warrior to Bean War God! Tang Ye decisively turned after receiving the ball. Sierhuis, standing beside him, reacted quickly and reached out to grab Tang Ye.

A month ago, Tang Ye might have been stopped already, but not now. Over the past month, Mitchell van der Gaag had put Tang Ye through a great deal of physical training.

And, of course, there was the most crucial Casemiro tackling template.

That template had given him much stronger physicality!

"Fuck off!"

Tang Ye had the positional advantage, so he drove his shoulder into Sierhuis and successfully knocked him aside.

"Hm?"

Erik ten Hag raised an eyebrow on the touchline and said to Mitchell van der Gaag beside him, "This is the effect of targeted training!"

Tang Ye was still carrying the ball. He had not even crossed the center circle yet, and logically, he should have continued driving forward.

But Tang Ye noticed a serious problem: Groningen's defenders were faster than him. If he kept dribbling, he would definitely be stopped.

So, to avoid unnecessary running, Tang Ye struck the ball directly.

"Tang Ye is carrying the ball, Tang Ye is..."

"Bro, what are you doing? Is Tang Ye trying to chip the keeper? Don't mess around!"

The Bean Warriors were extremely nervous now! The goalkeeper was so close to his goal that even if a chipped shot went on target, it would be useless.

But Tang Ye's strike was not actually a shot.

Smack! He whipped his foot around the outside of the ball, sending it soaring up from the grass.

Over Groningen's midfield.

Over Groningen's defenders.

And finally...

To Haller's feet! Wow!

Haller cried out in surprise. He had spotted that open space just now, so he had made a tentative run into it.

But he had never expected Tang Ye to actually send the ball into that exact spot! With a smack, Haller brought the ball down.

Facing the onrushing goalkeeper.

He calmly slotted it into the far corner.

"It's in! It's in! A winner! Utrecht have sealed it at the death!"

"Haller! No, no, Tang Ye, you're fucking amazing, Tang Ye! Holy shit!"

"I'm a fucking idiot, I was blind as a bat. That was a pass! Tang Ye helped the team seal the win!"

The camera shifted to Haller, who had scored. The Côte d'Ivoire striker immediately ran toward the backfield after scoring.

He was looking for Tang Ye! "Beautiful, this is exactly the feeling!"

Haller cupped Tang Ye's head in both hands, then pressed his forehead against Tang Ye's.

In front of the 1.91-meter Haller, the 1.74-meter Tang Ye had no ability to resist.

"This is exactly the kind of pass I want!"

Haller slid his hands under Tang Ye's armpits and directly lifted the sixteen-year-old player into the air.

Bang bang bang bang bang! The stands erupted, and some fans had already begun chanting Tang Ye's name.

"I told you."

Erik ten Hag spread his hands at Mitchell van der Gaag. "I told you he needed a specialized training plan. Only specialized training plans can improve a player's ability as quickly as possible!"

"But..."

Mitchell van der Gaag reminded him, "Our training plan was focused on physical conditioning. What does that pass have to do with his body? Wasn't that just pure talent?"

"What do you know? Without enough strength, could he have played a ball that far?"

Erik ten Hag clapped in approval.

This was the finest pass of the Eredivisie season.

The finest. Bar none!

"Tom!"

Erik ten Hag shouted at Tang Ye on the pitch. He had meant to call "Tang," but the moment he raised his voice, it unconsciously came out as "Tom."

"You can come eat at the first-team cafeteria the day after tomorrow!"

Mm! Hearing Erik ten Hag's voice, Tang Ye's eyes lit up and he finally smiled.

Since being promoted to the first team, he had only eaten lunch in the first-team cafeteria once.

The food there was beyond anything the reserve-team cafeteria could compare to!

Tang Ye had always wanted to go back, but Erik ten Hag had kept forbidding him from doing so.

Now he could finally eat at the first-team cafeteria! I'm tearing up, brothers. I'm genuinely tearing up.

Do you understand that feeling? Standing on a rooftop, about to step forward, only to be pulled back at the last second. Is this U17? No, this is the Ballon d'Or king!

Let me count... tens of thousands... holy shit, twenty thousand. Amazing, foster father. Tang Ye, from now on, you're my foster father!

Fan for life. If anyone flames Tang Ye online from now on, I'll fight them with my family tree.

I'm a webnovel author and I type fast. If anyone insults Tang Ye in the future, I can help Tang Ye flame them to death!

My first authentic jersey—I'm giving my first time to you, Tang Ye!

Did you see that? Tang Ye smiled so happily after Erik ten Hag called out to him. He's probably going to start him in the next match!

Thanks to Haller's winner, Utrecht took control of the match.

And after learning that he would be allowed into the first-team cafeteria, Tang Ye began running even more actively.

At this point, Tang Ye still did not know that his pass just now had saved fourteen lives! ...