"Ronaldo?"
Erik ten Hag's pupils rapidly dilated before returning to normal. "What did he do?"
Erik ten Hag had thought Cristiano Ronaldo had done something bad somewhere out of his sight, but that was clearly wrong.
"No, no, no, it's not that. Nothing else happened. I just wanted to talk to you about him playing."
Tang Ye hurriedly explained.
Erik ten Hag's expression gradually turned serious.
Tang Ye had a habit of rocking his chair, but he did not do that today. Instead, he sat perfectly still.
The perceptive Erik ten Hag knew that Tom was most likely about to discuss something serious.
"It's just that... I think Cristiano has been playing pretty well, but he's always on the bench..."
Tang Ye spoke hesitantly.
As a player, it really was not appropriate to interfere with the coach's lineup decisions. Tang Ye understood that.
"So you mean..."
Erik ten Hag frowned. "I should give him more opportunities?"
"Oh, you must have misunderstood, Tom."
Erik ten Hag quickly explained, "You've only seen the surface. I'm keeping him on the bench because he doesn't fit our tactical requirements, not because of anything else. I remember you said it yourself before—Ronaldo presses far too little, but we play a pressing game."
Erik ten Hag gestured with his hands. "We press the opposition, but he—Cristiano—obviously doesn't fit our..."
"Isn't he improving?"
After hesitating again and again, Tang Ye finally interrupted Erik ten Hag. "I told him several times before, but it didn't do much. Later, I shouted at him on the pitch... and, well, I remember his pressing frequency went up. It actually felt pretty good."
"Mr. Erik, Ronaldo also has his finishing ability in front of goal. If he can stay on the pitch longer, he'll still be a huge help to us."
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