Tricking Even His Teammates!

Tricking Even His Teammates!

"Alright, the match is underway. Hiss, let me introduce Utrecht's starting lineup for this game!"

Utrecht (5-3-2)

Goalkeeper: Ruiter
Defenders: Kleiber, Van der Maarel, Timo Leeuwin, Strieder, Nganioni
Midfielders: Amrabat, Tang Ye, Ramselaar (C)

Forwards: Balazhit, Haller

Head Coach: Erik ten Hag

Wang Chao's voice trembled as he introduced Utrecht's starting lineup.

For cheerful streamers like them, their usual job was to make some simple "predictions" and then send the Bean Warriors charging in.

Did streamers place bets themselves? In truth, they rarely did. They were the commanders of the Bean Warriors, the ones standing safely behind the lines.

If the Bean Warriors were defeated, the streamers remained completely unharmed. They could even receive a hefty bonus from the deaths of their troops.

But today was an exception. Today was Lucky Bro's match, and Wang Chao had given up his right to command from behind.

He was charging on the front line! "Tang Ye, go!"

Whether they had heard the streamer's shout or not, Utrecht raised the tempo as soon as the match began. Ramselaar, playing as the holding midfielder, pressed forward with the ball.

Sneek's players naturally would not let their opponents bully them like that. Their attacking midfielder and winger ran toward Ramselaar, who was carrying the ball.

Ramselaar liked to hold onto the ball, but his ball control was not particularly strong.

"Pass it! Ramselaar, what are you doing?!"

"The great Tang Ye is standing right next to you! Pass it already!"

"Okay, Ramselaar passes! To Tang Ye—Tang Ye! Tang Ye is looking up!"

"Making a run... moving into space. Tang Ye starts moving. He's still some distance from the final third, and Haller isn't in a great position!"

Haller was not in a great position, but Utrecht had another player overlapping out wide.

Left back Nganioni! Tang Ye spotted the opportunity. It was a passing option.

But Tang Ye first had to deal with the problem right in front of him.

Gonzalez was charging toward him! "Give it to me, you can give it to me!"

At some point, Ramselaar had found space again, ready to link up with Tang Ye and clear the danger.

"Okay!"

Tang Ye shouted and pointed at the open space ahead of Ramselaar.

He was about to play a through ball! Pass—

One second before the inside of his foot struck the ball, Tang Ye's swinging thigh suddenly stopped in midair. With a twist of his ankle, he slipped past Gonzalez while Gonzalez was caught off guard.

Gonzalez: ? Ramselaar: ?

"Damn..."

Mitchell van der Gaag looked at Erik ten Hag ahead of him, who was holding his forehead with one hand.

All he could say was that it was worthy of Tang Ye.

He even tricked his own teammate! "Hahaha!"

After shaking off his marker, Tang Ye did not rush to pass. Instead, he turned back and taunted Gonzalez.

Then he sent the ball out with one kick.

The players on the pitch were dumbfounded when they saw Tang Ye play like that.

Because he had not even looked at how his teammate was making the run! The ball landed near the left byline, and Nganioni lifted his thigh to bring it down successfully.

"Tang Ye! What a beautiful switch!"

"He sends the ball to the left without looking. That was a bold choice!"

"But he pulled it off! We can see Nganioni!"

The camera focused on Nganioni as Utrecht's fullback began a one-on-one battle with the opposing defender.

A defender had to take on a defender! He cut the ball back, preparing to find a teammate waiting at the top of the box.

Huh? Nganioni froze for a moment, because he had never expected Tang Ye to be the one occupying the space at the top of the box.

Tang Ye's long shot...

Forget it, just pass!

The cutback came in, the ball rolling straight toward the open space in front of Tang Ye.

With a sharp "smack," Tang Ye stopped the ball with his right foot.

He flicked it to the right with the outside of his foot, then curled a shot toward the top-right corner of the goal.

De Bruyne Far-Corner Curl, Lv.1: Imitation

Proficiency: 2/50

On screen, Tang Ye's curled shot with the inside of his foot traced an arc that was not especially graceful, heading for the top-right corner.

Goalkeeper Luis made the save attempt.

But for a shot like that, unless the keeper was two and a half meters tall, there was no way he could reach it.

"GOOOOO—AAAAAAA—LLLLLLLL!!!"

"It's in! It's in! Tang Ye!"

"First goal of the match!!"

"Holy shit, that's insane!!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Wang Chao picked up his mechanical keyboard and smashed it violently against the desk.

At the same time, the scoreboard in the upper-left corner confirmed Tang Ye's goal.

Utrecht : Sneek
1 : 0
17' Tang (99)

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Aaaaaah, Lucky Bro!

Holy shit, he's unbeatable. Tang Ye never said he could shoot from range?

What do you know? Does not saying it mean he can't do it? What's wrong with my King Tang being a little more versatile?

Assessment complete: he got lucky with that one.

Haters, speak up!

After scoring, Tang Ye clasped both hands behind his head as Haller and Balazhit sprinted toward him.

"Tom!"

"Beautiful!"

Haller and Balazhit arrived almost at the same time, with Nganioni coming from the left. Three men from three directions, instantly boxing Tang Ye in.

"Tang, great goal, great goal. Hmm, why aren't you saying anything? Wasn't that a great goal?"

"Wait. We still don't know whether it was a great goal."

Tang Ye waved a hand, utterly calm.

He was waiting.

Waiting for something very important.

At 37, you scored in your first start. Your fans suddenly realized that you were not merely a streamer who made money from them—you could actually play football too!

Reward: Contribution Points ×10

Tang Ye spread his arms and hugged Haller and Ramselaar at the same time. "Great goal. That was a great goal!"

Two glasses of draft beer for one goal.

I'm making a killing!...

The reserve team cafeteria.

"Tom! Tom, oh my God, he has to treat us! He can't get out of this one!"

Several reserve and youth team players excitedly stood on the tables, waving at the television screen.

"Merent, don't you think this has to be worth one million euros, at least?"

Richard, the U17 coach, looked at Merent beside him.

Although Tang Ye's current ability had not yet reached the level of a one-million-euro valuation, considering that he was only sixteen, a value of one million euros was not entirely impossible! "He let me down!"

Merent pointed at Tang Ye, who was constantly moving into space on the television, his expression aggrieved.

"Hm? Why?"

"Why is he so strong the moment he goes to the first team? And his movement, you know? Tang has been covering more and more distance in recent matches. Why is he like this in the first team?"

"Isn't it because his playing time has increased?"

Richard reminded him.

"No, it's different. Damn it! Erik must have used some method!"

"Erik has controlled Tang!"

Merent clenched both fists. "Erik is a bastard. I'm going to save Tang!"