I specifically had Tang stay behind to practice shooting the night before last

I specifically had Tang stay behind to practice shooting the night before last

The second half began! After Groningen's relentless high press in the first half, their players were nearly drained dry.

According to Erik ten Hag's assessment, Groningen should slow the tempo in the second half.

And sure enough, just as Erik ten Hag had predicted!

His teammates were battling back and forth with the opposition down the flanks, while Tang Ye hovered in the middle, rubbing his hands as he searched for an attacking opportunity.

Hiss—

It felt...

Like there might be a chance!

"Tom!"

Ramselaar shouted, stopping the ball with the sole of his foot before flicking it toward Tang Ye.

It was a diagonal through ball, though the placement was not particularly accurate.

But that was fine. There were no defenders around Tang Ye to begin with, and he brought it under control with ease.

After controlling the ball and looking up, a brilliant smile appeared on Tang Ye's innocent face.

"Hey, no!"

The more John looked at Tang Ye's smile, the more something felt wrong.

Droste, hadn't you said you'd mark number 99 specifically?

Where the hell were you now? Smack! Tang Ye whipped the ball with the outside of his foot.

At the familiar sound, Haller immediately sprinted forward.

The pancake his pancake-making master had prepared for him was finally done baking! "Tang Ye, take a punt!"

"Here it comes again, Tang Ye's third speculative attempt of the match!"

"Can this one work?"

"It's on! Brilliant! Tang Ye's long pass flies over the visiting left back's head and reaches Haller!"

A perfect curve, followed by a perfect slowdown after landing.

The only flaw was that Haller had started his run a little late. By the time the Côte d'Ivoire player cut inside, it was no longer a one-on-one chance.

But that was fine. For an experienced striker like Haller, there were still plenty of ways to deal with a ball like this.

A cross to Balazhit!

Balazhit shoots!

"Goal! Balazhit! Brilliant, what a finish from Balazhit!"

"Utrecht have equalized!"

"Wowww!!!"

The fans in the stands rose to their feet almost simultaneously, while Balazhit, who had scored, turned his gaze toward the assistant referee.

No offside!

Perfect!

"Beautiful!"

Balazhit slid forward on his knees as the Utrecht players on the pitch rushed toward him.

Tang Ye was happy, but not that happy.

He had made the third-to-last touch, not the assist.

So there was no reward in comeback points!

It was a bit of a shame, but helping the team level the score was still worth celebrating even without any comeback points! "Hahaha!"

Tang Ye embraced his teammates, savoring the joy of their equalizer.

In front of Utrecht's bench, Erik ten Hag quietly called Ayoub, who had been warming up, back to sit on the bench.

Tang Ye hugged his teammates and had his hair tousled on the pitch. Once the celebration had more or less ended, he stressed to them again, "It's not over. The match isn't over yet. We're going to score again."

"Another goal! We need to keep attacking!"

!!!

Haller and Balazhit took deep breaths.

Tang Ye was deadweight? Damn it, anyone who said Tang Ye was deadweight was an idiot.

Haller could not see in the slightest how Tang Ye was deadweight.

All he knew was that Tang Ye was a warrior.

A warrior who wanted to score! The second-half restart was taken, and Tang Ye glanced at the board raised by the fourth official.

There were still 20 minutes left! He had 20 minutes remaining to upgrade his treasure chest! "Olé Olé Olé..."

"Olé Olé~Olé~"

The atmosphere in the stadium grew livelier, and the players' emotions gradually rose as well.

The match reached the 78th minute!

"Haller! Haller, run forward, accelerate, Haller!"

"Damn, Haller looks like he can barely run anymore!"

"Tibbling has caught up. Haller is in danger now!"

"Pass it!"

"To Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye, outside the box!"

"He takes a speculative long-range shot!"

"..."

The livestream suddenly went silent because Wang Chao had abruptly stood up from his chair and yanked out his headset cable.

Wang Chao shut his mouth, allowing the stadium noise to come through all the more clearly.

Tang Ye's driven shot from outside the penalty area successfully ignited Galgenwaard Stadium. Even the substitutes had already charged onto the pitch.

But Tang Ye remained unmoved.

He was thinking now, wondering whether the goal he had just scored was actually a good one.

You obtained Comeback Points ×10

Additional reward for scoring twice: Comeback Points ×10

Portugal Advanced Treasure Chest → Portugal Superstar Treasure Chest

Perfect!

"Great goal!"

Tang Ye shouted to himself, then charged forward with Balazhit and Amrabat.

"Tom!"

Bang bang!

"Tom!"

Bang bang!

It was incredibly noisy near the edge of the stands, and Haller had to shout to make sure Tang Ye could hear him. "How do you feel right now?"

"I don't know. I don't know how to say it."

Tang Ye's mind was a little muddled as his teammates tousled his hair.

He did not know how to describe his excitement.

Simply put.

It was the kind of excitement that came from an advanced treasure chest turning into a superstar treasure chest! 6666

Master, are you a striker or a midfielder?

Holy shit, four goals in two starts. King Tang is still ruthless!

Once, someone didn't believe in my King Tang. In the end, he didn't visit a foot massage parlor for a month.

The people's football king!

There was no streamer's voice in the livestream now. Wang Chao could only type in the chat.

The match ended! Utrecht defeated Groningen 3:2 at home, and King Tang scored twice! Brothers, I'm not saying anything more for now. I'll use today's earnings to get a new mic first, or I won't be able to stream the next match.

After the match, Utrecht head coach Erik ten Hag sat down in the press conference room.

Facing the eight reporters below the stage, Erik ten Hag wore a relaxed expression.

The win had been difficult, but it was precisely these hard-fought victories that demonstrated a head coach's greatness.

The reporters first congratulated Utrecht on winning today's match.

After the pleasantries, one reporter turned directly to Erik ten Hag. "Mr. Erik, we noticed that you had Ayoub warming up on the sideline at the start of the second half, but after Tang scored, you called Ayoub back to the bench. Were you originally planning to substitute Tang off?"

"No, of course not."

Erik ten Hag hurriedly shook his head.

If he admitted it, it would prove that Erik ten Hag lacked the ability to analyze a match.

Erik ten Hag certainly would not admit anything that put him at a disadvantage!

"I had Ayoub warm up primarily as a distraction. The opponent thought I was going to take Tang off, the fans thought so too, and so did you reporters. Because of that misdirection, the opponent made mistakes in their tactical setup. That was the fundamental reason our second goal came about."

!!!

The reporters took a deep breath.

No wonder they could only be sports reporters and not team coaches.

They simply could not think of this kind of tactical mind game at all! "Tang scored twice in today's match, and this is already his second brace of the season. What do you have to say about that?"

Erik ten Hag did not rush to answer the reporter's question. Instead, he smiled.

"To be honest."

"The night before last, I specifically had Tang stay behind to practice shooting."