First-Touch Module?

Bruno Fernandes First-Touch Module (Superstar Level)

First-touch accuracy increased by 10%, imagination increased by 30%.

Passing: 74 → 78

There was only one Big B in Portugal, and that was B. Fee!

No, bro.

Who the hell were you?

Tang Ye froze.

He had thought it would be Cristiano Ronaldo, but it turned out to be some Fernandes?

The problem was, Tang Ye did not even know who this player was.

And the reward Tang Ye received today was not one of the template skills from before, but something called a "special module."

The module did not need to be actively triggered. Tang Ye only had to touch the ball to activate B. Fee's first-touch module.

Simply put, he had gained a passive skill! What a pity...

Tang Ye shook his head.

He had thought he would get Cristiano Ronaldo's template and develop into a top striker.

Instead, he had gotten another midfielder's template, and it belonged to a player he had never even heard of.

The good news was that the percentage boost from this touch module was a little outrageous.

An extra 10% accuracy!

And 30% extra imagination. Tang Ye was already looking forward to the kinds of passes he could make! But the problem was...

I'm clearly a ball-controlling midfielder, so why give me a first-touch direct-passing module!

I should be keeping the ball at my feet!

Early the next morning, Tang Ye arrived at the training base right on time. His teammates were juggling the ball on the training field as they waited for the coach.

Wow?

Tang Ye's eyes lit up. He found Amrabat. "Sofyan, where's Erik?"

"No idea. I've been here for twenty minutes and haven't seen Erik. Nobody else knows either."

Haller answered Tang Ye's question while juggling the ball. Just then, the phone in Tang Ye's pocket vibrated.

It was a WhatsApp message sent in the first-team group chat.

Erik: I got into a car accident. I'll be half an hour late. Do a simple warm-up first, then practice rondos.

"What did it say?"

Amrabat looked at Tang Ye. Tang Ye put his phone on the bench and ran back. "We're on our own this morning."

"Wow, that good?"

Amrabat was delighted and began practicing fancy juggling on the spot.

An hour and a half later, Erik ten Hag and Mitchell van der Gaag arrived at the entrance to the training ground in the same Uber.

"Ninety minutes. We're exactly ninety minutes late!"

After getting out, Erik ten Hag glanced at his wristwatch, clearly in a bad mood. "We should have left without waiting for the police. Ninety minutes—morning training is practically over!"

"Relax, relax. We already assigned them tasks. We can work on their touch with them later. It won't waste much time."

Mitchell van der Gaag comforted him. "Besides, they're adults. They know how to make use of training time."

"No."

Erik ten Hag pointed out the flaw in Mitchell van der Gaag's words. "One of them isn't an adult."

"Just one. Haller and Balazhit will train with Tang."

Mitchell van der Gaag said this as he and Erik ten Hag slowly headed toward the training ground. The latter grumbled as he walked, "I'll bet five euros Tang has already slipped away. He's probably in the dorm playing games right now."

As they entered the training ground and reached the outside of the fence, Mitchell van der Gaag spotted Tang Ye immediately. "Oh, Erik, you've lost five euros!"

Erik ten Hag's eyes widened.

Not only was Tang Ye on the training ground, he was running across the pitch! "Wait, hold on, something's not right!"

Erik ten Hag frowned as he noticed something strange.

Tang Ye and Haller accelerated together, then both dropped to their knees and slid.

Swish, swish, swish! Tang Ye jumped to his feet and immediately looked behind him. "Come on, three lines! Hahaha, Sebastian, you lost!"

All the players on the pitch gathered around.

There were actually three distinct lines in the turf where Tang Ye had slid!

"Damn it, how did you do that?"

Tang Ye lifted his foot. "When you slide, put the tip of your right foot in the middle and use it to carve the middle line."

Outside the fence, Mitchell van der Gaag's eyes widened. "It looks like he's teaching them something?"

Erik ten Hag covered his face with his left hand. "Fuck, he's teaching them how to make three lines when they do a knee slide..."

"Tweet!"

Erik ten Hag suddenly entered the pitch and blew his whistle, bringing everyone's knee-slide practice to a halt. Tang Ye, who had been about to take a run-up, saw Erik ten Hag approaching and stopped reluctantly.

The players formed a circle, with Erik ten Hag standing in the middle.

"There's quite a lot to talk about. You can all sit down and listen."

Tang Ye was the first to sit. Erik ten Hag noticed and walked over, grabbing Tang Ye off the ground. "Except you."

"W-why except me?"

Tang Ye spread his hands. "Sir, come on! Everyone's the same. I should be allowed to sit too."

"When you've completely figured out how to make three lines with a knee slide, then you can sit down."

"Hahahaha!"

Tang Ye moved to the very back. Erik ten Hag glanced at him before returning his attention to his notebook. "First, let's talk about our recent matches—the Dutch Eredivisie and the Dutch Cup. Well, the wins, losses, and scores have all been fairly good. We've also picked up quite a few points in the league."

As they listened to Erik ten Hag, the players sitting on the grass smiled. But Erik ten Hag quickly stopped them. "Although we won those matches, we need to have a clear understanding of ourselves and maintain a calm mindset for the matches ahead."

"Instead of practicing knee slides on the pitch. Three-line knee slides, at that."

Erik ten Hag pointed at Tang Ye with the hand holding his notebook. Tang Ye was at the back of the group, peeling open a pack of gum.

"...S-sorry, my bad."

"Forget it. Let's continue."

Erik ten Hag shifted his attention away from Tang Ye. "What I mean is, our overall form this season has been relatively poor. If you start celebrating and cheering just because of our recent wins, the matches ahead will be very difficult for you!"

"Does anyone remember our league objective for this season?"

Erik ten Hag suddenly asked.

Van der Maarel raised his hand. "Avoid relegation!"

"That's right, avoid relegation. The atmosphere in a relegation-battling team should be tense and oppressive, not like this. You can't start celebrating too early."

Erik ten Hag explained.

"But don't worry. Although the situation isn't good, I'll do my best to help you."

"Remember what I said: hard work will always surpass talent. If you have even a little talent and combine it with hard work, you can improve very quickly."

Erik ten Hag called Tang Ye over to stand in front of him. "Setting aside the black knee-slide marks on the grass, Tang is a very good example. His hard work in training helped him score those two goals. Do you think I'm right?"

Haller, Balazhit, Ramselaar, and the others exchanged glances on the grass. In the end, no one said anything.

Seeing Erik ten Hag getting a little awkward, Ramselaar shouted in support.

"That's right!"