Making People Eat Elsewhere Comes at a Price!

Making People Eat Elsewhere Comes at a Price! I hereby declare that Haller is the number one striker in the Eredivisie!

So Lucky Bro just gave him the penalty, huh? Fine, I'm definitely buying your jersey today.

Awesome, two goals! Even if one was a gifted penalty.

It wasn't entirely gifted, was it? Tang Ye won that penalty himself. He deserves credit for it!

3-0, this feels great. If they score another, they'll really take off.

Brothers, I earned another five hours from this match. What about you guys?

The Bean Warriors in the livestream were generally very excited.

The reason was simple: those cautious fans who only bet on Utrecht matches had yet to lose.

Five straight happy wins. These fans were about to graduate from the ranks of the Bean Warriors.

After today's promotion matches ended, the livestream would probably have dozens of people advancing to Bean War Gods!

Clap, clap, clap!

Erik ten Hag clapped from the sidelines.

The team was three goals ahead, so naturally Erik ten Hag was happy as the head coach.

But he was not as happy as he should have been. Knowing full well what Erik ten Hag had said to Tang Ye, Haller had still given Tang Ye the second-half goal.

Doesn't Erik ten Hag have any pride?! In the 75th minute, the fourth official raised the board, substituting both Tang Ye and Van der Maarel.

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

As Tang Ye slowly walked off the pitch, more than a thousand fans in the away stand shouted in unison.

Van der Maarel patted Tang Ye on the back. "How does it feel?"

Tang Ye did not turn to look at Van der Maarel. His gaze remained fixed on the fans as he spoke in less-than-fluent Dutch.

"I like this feeling!"

Beep, beep-beep—!!!

The match was over. After taking a defensive approach at 3-0, Utrecht did not score again.

Neither did Sneek, and 3-0 was the final score.

"Utrecht!"

"Utrecht!"

The away fans were still roaring, while Utrecht's players on the pitch began to applaud.

The applause was for themselves, but also for the fans.

3-0. Although their opponents were not strong, this was Utrecht's first clean sheet of the season so far!...

Back in the locker room, Erik ten Hag briefly encouraged the players who had taken part in the match today. As he spoke, though, he was somewhat uneasy.

Tang Ye was only sixteen, and based on Erik ten Hag's understanding of the boy, he was not very familiar with social etiquette.

Erik ten Hag was afraid Tang Ye would confront him over the second-half goal!

However, Tang Ye did not come to speak with Erik ten Hag. He was celebrating with his teammates.

In a seventy-five-minute match, Tang Ye earned 30 comeback points, including an extra 10-point reward for scoring twice.

After deducting the 5 comeback points spent on Jamie Vardy Red Bull.

His net gain was 25 points! Haller and Balazhit lifted Tang Ye from the bench, then swung him through the air like he was on a swing.

Tang Ye was not afraid at all. Instead, he raised his right hand and shouted.

"That's it! This is the right way!"

Erik ten Hag walked over to Tang Ye. "You should celebrate when you score, Tang. Not celebrating your goals and assists before was wrong."

"I know, I know!"

Tang Ye laughed loudly. "I'm celebrating now!"

After the match, Tang Ye received an 8.6 rating from the Utrecht Evening News.

His contribution of one assist and one goal overshadowed the fact that Tang Ye had covered very little distance.

And with those two goals, Tang Ye was named Man of the Match.

"Where's my trophy?"

Before stepping onto the pitch again for the post-match interview, Tang Ye finally asked Erik ten Hag the question he had been holding in for so long.

"What trophy?"

Tang Ye spread his hands apart, forming the shape of a cylinder. "That one. The trophy every Man of the Match gets."

"That's an MVP award. Do you count as an MVP?"

Erik ten Hag rolled his eyes at Tang Ye, then began reciting his stats from the match. "Distance covered: 4.2 kilometers. Four pressing attempts, zero successful. One aerial duel, zero successful. Oh, perfect stats! Tang, you're really amazing."

Erik ten Hag took a step forward and stood directly in front of Tang Ye. "With 4.2 kilometers covered, do you know who you did better than?"

"Someone covered less than me?"

Tang Ye's eyes lit up. "I knew it! I felt like I'd been running the whole match!"

"Ruiter, the goalkeeper, and Luis, the goalkeeper, covered a little less distance than you. They both did 3.6 kilometers."

Erik ten Hag nodded and put a hand on Tang Ye's shoulder. "Yes, you're pretty impressive."

"..."

"But that shouldn't stop me from getting the trophy, right?"

Tang Ye had not won a trophy since going abroad. Today had been the closest he had ever come to one.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. There are no MVP trophies in the Dutch Cup before the quarterfinals."

Erik ten Hag gave Tang Ye a piece of trivia. "If you want an MVP trophy, wait until you become Man of the Match in a league game."

"..."

Tang Ye shook his head. "Then forget it."

"What?! Can't you show a little ambition? You should be telling me right now that you want to become the MVP of an Eredivisie match!"

Erik ten Hag hated unambitious players most of all. He wanted to give Tang Ye a good scolding, but it was already time for the media interviews, and they could not be late.

"Erik, and... Tang."

The female reporter struggled to avoid pronouncing "Tom." "Tang, congratulations on being named MVP of this match. Oh, and I need to remind you that you broke a record today!"

Wow?

Tang Ye raised an eyebrow.

A record? Damn, so I'm actually this good?

Tang Ye rubbed his hands together. "Just a normal performance, really. Um, may I ask what record I broke?"

The female reporter smiled. "You are the non-goalkeeper with the shortest average distance covered per minute in Dutch Cup history. You ran only fifty-six meters per minute on average."

"..."

Tang Ye said nothing.

When the female reporter had struggled so hard to shout "Tang," Tang Ye had thought she was a fan.

Who would have thought she was a damn hater!

"Well, I really was trying to run. This is a disgrace. I'll work harder next time."

Tang Ye awkwardly scratched his head.

Erik ten Hag stood beside him, pretending to look serious. He was delighted to see Tang Ye suffer.

But he soon stopped laughing.

"Mr. Erik, our reporters at the Utrecht training base have confirmed that Tang really does eat in the reserve team cafeteria."

"A first-team player eating in the reserve team cafeteria... Mr. Erik, doesn't that seem rather unreasonable?"

The female reporter turned her attention toward Erik ten Hag.

Earlier, the Utrecht Evening News had claimed that Erik ten Hag would not allow Tang Ye to eat in the first-team cafeteria, and Erik ten Hag had come out to deny it.

But these reporters were no pushovers. They quickly found video footage.

It was secretly filmed footage! From breakfast to dinner, Tang Ye ate all three meals with a reserve-team player named Zaka.

The situation was now very clear. If Erik ten Hag could not explain why Tang Ye had been driven out of the first-team cafeteria, he would definitely be torn apart online by fans.

But Erik ten Hag was not worried at all.

Because he had a perfectly good reason! "Tang was not active enough in training. That is why I made him eat with the reserve team. It is a disciplinary measure for players who train passively."

"So you mean Tang's attitude in training is terrible?"

"Yes. Although he was named MVP today, I must acknowledge this fact. I have always been very strict with players who train passively."

"But..."

The reporter paused, then took out her phone. "Mr. Erik, could you take a look at this video?"

Hmm? Erik ten Hag turned his head.

What did those paparazzi catch this time?

Not knowing was one thing. Seeing it was a real shock.

Damn it, Tang Ye was secretly doing push-ups outside the training ground!

"You say Tang's training attitude is passive, but how do you explain this video?"

Faced with the female reporter's question, Erik ten Hag felt like he was facing a formidable enemy! He turned to look at Tang Ye, who was struggling not to laugh.

Making people eat elsewhere comes at a price!...