Groningen's Counterattack!

Groningen's Counterattack! At 37, you scored with one touch in two touches. Your ability was terrifying.

Reward: Comeback Points ×10

"That's it, beautiful!"

Erik ten Hag raised both hands and shared the joy of the goal with Tang Ye.

Seeing Tang Ye's training pay off, Erik ten Hag was naturally delighted.

Was the goal on the pitch spectacular?

It had all been earned through sweat!

The match continued. Because of Tang Ye's opening goal, Groningen's players had no choice but to raise the tempo.

Because they were behind! And they had fallen behind so suddenly!

The number 99 on the other side had sneaked into their penalty area like a thief, then put the ball into their own net like a thief!

"Wake up, wake up! Get your heads in the game!"

John kept shouting instructions to the players on the pitch. "We can win this. Keep your composure and watch the tempo!"

While his teammates slowly returned to their positions for the next kickoff, John called Bonnet and Droste over.

John gave an unprecedented instruction.

That was to target the thieving number 99 properly! "King Tang has helped Utrecht establish an advantage. Now it depends on whether Utrecht's players can hold on to the advantage King Tang has given them."

"The away side are playing fiercely. Number 17, what's number 17's name? Droste, okay, Droste moves forward!"

"Tang Ye! Tang Ye, who was waiting in the middle, runs up!"

"Marked one-on-one by King Tang, Droste is in trouble!"

"Tang Ye, sticks out his foot directly..."

"Tang Ye is sent flying by the feint!"

"Can any defenders come over and help?"

"The situation is urgent! Amrabat is drifting toward the middle, but it looks like he might be too late!"

Captain Droste handled the ball very sensibly. After leaving Tang Ye sprawled on the grass, he found open space.

Despite his teammates calling for the ball, Droste did not rush to pass it.

He carried it forward himself! Like Ramselaar, Droste also liked to dribble the ball himself.

But Ramselaar was a counterfeit possession midfielder.

Droste was a true possession midfielder!

After running nearly twenty meters, Droste still had not passed the ball. In the end, it took Amrabat and Strieder pressing him together to force the captain into passing.

To Antonia! Antonia, a cutback...

Nganioni, tracking back, cleared Antonia's pass with one kick.

Unfortunately, the cleared ball still fell to a Groningen player.

You again, Tibbling! "I'm here!"

Tang Ye slowly ran back from the front, bits of grass clinging to his shirt—the mark of the weak.

He had just been sent to the ground by a feint!

Tibbling, a cross from the forty-five-degree angle! In the middle of the box, this was striker de Leeuw's chance!

Bang! De Leeuw did not disappoint his teammate. His towering header found Utrecht's net.

"GOOOOO--AAAAAA--LLLLLLL!!!!"

"De Leeuw!"

1:1!

Dutchman de Leeuw's headed goal helped Groningen equalize.

De Leeuw had not touched a Utrecht defender when he headed the ball, and the assistant referee did not raise his flag for offside.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with that goal!

"What are you doing!?"

Goalkeeper Ruiter shouted at Strieder, "You can't even mark one man? Why?"

Ramselaar and Timo Leeuwin hurried over and pulled the two apart.

De Leeuw's goal had not only equalized the score, but also brought the conflict between Utrecht's defenders and goalkeeper to the surface.

Seeing that things were going wrong, Erik ten Hag quickly shouted instructions, telling Tang Ye, who had been playing attacking midfield, to drop deeper.

Huh? Tang Ye did not quite understand Erik ten Hag's intention, but it was the head coach's order, so he could only do as instructed.

Nineteen minutes in, it was 1:1. The match continued.

The moment he moved into the defensive midfield position, Tang Ye immediately felt the intensity of the opposing forwards' press. De Leeuw, Linssen, and Antonia all pushed forward together.

Forget passing to attack—you did not even know how to protect the ball!

Under this kind of pressure from the opposition, the weakness of Utrecht's 5-3-2 formation began to show.

Facing de Leeuw's fierce pressing, Tang Ye was having a very difficult time as well.

Before the end of the first half, Antonia won a penalty in the box, and de Leeuw converted it cleanly.

The score had been turned around!

As expected, Strieder and Ruiter started arguing again.

Damn it, isn't this just over now?

Fuck, when I saw Tang Ye score, I thought this match was already in the bag...

Groningen have a lot left in the tank. Their high press has Utrecht unable to even pass the ball out.

I regret it, brothers. I should have bet on Groningen.

You don't believe in my King Tang anymore?

Your King Tang has been made to play defensive midfield by the coach. Do you think Utrecht still have a chance?

Fuck, that idiot Erik ten Hag. I'm speechless. Is Tang Ye a defensive midfielder that you're using him as one?

"Fuck..."

Tang Ye gritted his teeth, not in great condition.

Groningen's pressing was intense, which meant he was not only exhausted, but also unable to find many attacking opportunities.

"Beep, beep-beep!"

The referee blew the whistle to end the first half, and the players from both teams began walking toward the tunnel.

"Come on!"

"Tom! Come on!"

The fans' cheers were loud. Tang Ye heard his name once again, and it made him feel much better.

In the locker room, Erik ten Hag and Mitchell van der Gaag emphasized a series of points to the players regarding the second half.

Soon, they got to Tang Ye.

"Tang."

Erik ten Hag turned to look at Tang Ye, speaking somewhat hesitantly.

Clearly, the Dutchman was not very confident in the tactics he was about to arrange.

"Around the fiftieth minute, we'll substitute you off."

?

???

Tang Ye spread his hands. "What?"

Tang Ye had already prepared himself to argue with Erik ten Hag, but the man suddenly changed his mind. "Um... you should play a little longer. Go back to attacking midfield and give it a try. Leave defensive midfield to Barat and Sofyan."

Ramselaar, whose name had been called, stood up. "The other side has three forwards pressing together. With only Sofyan and me, it'll be hard to deal with."

"Then find a way to get the defenders involved!"

Erik ten Hag shouted.

He had already seen it in those few minutes of the first half: making Tang Ye play defensive midfield was completely useless.

All he could do was tackle.

If he missed the first tackle, Tang Ye's defensive ability was not even as good as those U15 kids! "Thank you."

Learning that Erik ten Hag was prepared to give him more of a chance, Tang Ye offered a simple thanks before beginning to think.

He had already scored one goal, but the Portuguese Treasure Chest in the system still displayed the word Advanced.

Clearly, one goal was not enough to raise the Portuguese Treasure Chest to Superstar level.

He had to find another opportunity! They were already one goal behind in the first half.

Tang Ye needed to find an opportunity in the second half! This half concerned whether Tang Ye could raise the treasure chest to a higher level, and it also concerned the starting opportunity he had worked so hard to obtain.

How could he avoid Erik ten Hag's malicious extra training?

Secure his place as a starter.

How could he secure his place as a starter? Win Erik ten Hag over with a sufficiently outstanding performance.

And then...

Keep Ayoub nailed to the bench! ...