Lucky Bro Is Here!

Lucky Bro Is Here!

"But Tang's passing really is excellent!"

Erik ten Hag said.

Tang Ye was young, Tang Ye liked to stroll around, Tang Ye had practically no defensive ability...

Even so, none of those flaws could conceal the fact that his passing ability was outrageously good.

What did Utrecht's first team need? Wins! And in clashes between strong teams in a top-tier league like the Eredivisie, what did you need to win?

Top-class discipline, along with just a tiny bit of creativity.

Tang Ye had no discipline, but he had creativity! Erik ten Hag could already picture Tang Ye threading through balls for one-on-ones in Eredivisie matches.

Good lord, with a midfielder like that, how easy would it be for the forwards to score?

Yet just after completing that pass, Tang Ye suddenly began slowly walking off the pitch.

"What's wrong?"

Merent and Erik ten Hag both tensed up almost simultaneously.

Damn it, a training match at this intensity shouldn't be enough to injure a player, right?

"What's going on?"

Merent shouted. He had expected Tang Ye to point out where he was hurt, but instead Tang Ye sneaked over to the sideline, took out a fresh piece of gum from his backpack, popped it into his mouth, and hurried back onto the field.

The last piece had lost its flavor, so Tang Ye needed a new one! Merent and Erik ten Hag: ...

"Does he really like chewing gum?"

Erik ten Hag suddenly asked.

"Well..."

Merent took a deep breath and brushed the question aside.

He had only started noticing Tang Ye recently. He did not really know much about the young player's preferences or playing style.

The training match soon ended. Erik ten Hag silently committed Tang Ye to memory before leaving the second team's training ground.

"Although this training match wasn't very intense, there are still some issues you need to pay attention to..."

Merent stood in the middle discussing tactics as the players listened attentively in a circle. Taking advantage of the crowd, Tang Ye quietly slipped to the very edge and sat straight down on the grass.

"Hey, Tang, the coach is talking!"

Zaka nudged Tang Ye's butt with his foot as a reminder.

Tang Ye pressed his index finger to his lips and said softly, "Shh, let me sit for a while."

"Get up, now!"

Zaka insisted that Tang Ye get up. Tang Ye found it a little strange, but he soon understood why.

When he looked up, fierce-looking Merent was glaring down at him.

"M-Mister..."

Tang Ye was embarrassed, but also a little aggrieved. This was the first time he had felt the downside of the system.

Merent normally would never have cared about him sneaking to the back of the group, but now, because of those two outside-of-the-foot passes he had "lucked into," Merent had his eyes locked on him!

"Tang, do you know something?"

Merent looked at Tang Ye sitting by his feet. "You don't feel like you're sixteen. You feel like you're thirty-six! You're lazier than the sow at Mrs. Jones's house!"

July 23 arrived, and Utrecht's second team continued their friendlies at home.

Unlike their previous match, Utrecht's opponent today was Sparta Rotterdam's second team from the Dutch Reserve League, one tier below.

In the Chinese Happy Beans Livestream, Wang Chao began broadcasting the match as usual.

"Phew, good evening, brothers. This is the friendly between Utrecht and Sparta Rotterdam. The last Utrecht match cost a lot of brothers in the stream quite a few beans, but don't panic. As long as you follow Brother Chao's plan for today's match, you definitely can't go wrong!"

Talk big after you win the bet. Right now, you're just Little Wang. Am I right, Little Wang?

Streamer, I followed your advice and bet on Go Ahead Eagles to win outright last match. I haven't been to the foot massage parlor in four days now. You need to compensate me.

Will Tang Ye play today? I watched the replay of that outside-of-the-foot pass more than fifty times. It was fucking awesome.

That kind of ball was definitely a fluke, but after fluking into one like that, Little Tang will definitely get plenty more chances to play.

Home side 3:0. If I get it right, I'm buying a Utrecht jersey.

Before the match had even started, the Bean Gods in the Happy Beans Livestream had already begun making bold promises. Streamer Wang Chao was no exception.

"For today's match, if Utrecht beats their opponent 3:0 or 3:1, I'll buy an authentic jersey right away!"

Making a promise to buy a jersey was something many fans did, but unlike ordinary fans, the Bean Gods did not lie.

If they guessed the score correctly, they really would buy an authentic jersey that cost several hundred yuan! Once the match began, the streamer did not introduce either side's starting lineup. In a match at this level, aside from Tang Ye, nobody knew any of the other players anyway.

Did the match itself matter? No. The score was what mattered! At the stadium, the director put the camera on Tang Ye sitting on the bench, and the fans in the stands immediately erupted into cheers.

No one had forgotten that outside-of-the-foot pass that had stunned the entire stadium a few days ago!

"Are you under a lot of pressure?"

Zaka bumped Tang Ye's upper arm with his elbow. Tang Ye shrugged indifferently. "A lot."

"They want to see you make another outside-of-the-foot pass."

"That was a fluke. They won't see it a second time."

Tang Ye chuckled.

The fans wanted to see an outside-of-the-foot pass, and he was supposed to give them one just because they wanted it? Wouldn't that make Tang Ye look like he had no pride? "Move forward, move forward!"

"Yes, just like that! Beautiful!"

Merent clapped repeatedly. Less than fifteen minutes into the match, home side Utrecht had opened the scoring, making it 1:0.

After celebrating with the fans, Merent turned his gaze toward Tang Ye on the bench.

Merent had originally wanted to send Tang Ye away from the second team, but now his thoughts had changed slightly.

All the fans thought Tang Ye's previous outside-of-the-foot pass had been a fluke, but Merent knew that was not the case, because Tang Ye had produced the same pass again in training the day after the match.

One time could be explained away, but what about twice?

Merent's sharp instincts caught something subtle. He did not want to let Tang Ye go now!

But what about Erik ten Hag wanting him? He had an idea!

Merent's eyes lit up as he shouted toward Tang Ye on the bench, "Tang, go warm up!"

Tang Ye had attracted Erik ten Hag with his outside-of-the-foot passes, and aside from those passes, Tang Ye had nothing else.

Erik ten Hag was definitely watching this match. Merent just needed to put Tang Ye on the field and let Erik ten Hag see every single one of this guy's flaws! Merent moved quickly. He had Tang Ye warming up around the pitch in the fourteenth minute, then sent him on directly in the thirty-fifth.

He's here, he's here, Lucky Bro is here!

Tang Ye is on again. See? I told you the coach would give him more chances, but I fucking bet 2,000 on 3:0. Why is Tang Ye coming on now?

The home side was scoring once every twelve minutes. I thought my 3:0 was already a lock, and then you bring on Lucky Bro!

Merent, get out!