Chapter 55: So good at lying at just sixteen, what will she be like in the future?

Maher sent a forward through ball, and de Jong steadily trapped the ball. Facing the defense of St Juste and Rieuwwer, de Jong was completely unhurried, taking the ball directly toward St Juste's face.

Watch this!

Tang Ye ran up from behind and slid into de Jong with a tackle, but de Jong suddenly changed direction, causing Tang Ye's tackle to slash through thin air and instead trip St Juste.

!!!

De Jong distributed the ball to Narsingh, who delivered a through ball into the small penalty area.

Goalkeeper Ruiter rushed out, but de Jong was a step faster, poking the ball into the net with the instep of his foot.

"Goal! The ball is in!"

"Luuk de Jong! I said it! What did I say!"

"Didn't the striker score? PSV extends the lead once again!"

"2:1!"

De Jong ran outward from Utrecht's penalty area, while Tang Ye reached out to pull St Juste up from the ground. "My bad, my bad. Are you okay? Are you okay?"

"..."

St Juste stood up speechless.

Even if he hadn't been tripped, he wouldn't have been able to stop de Jong's surging run anyway.

But that was no reason for you to tackle your own teammate!

"Are you okay?"

Tang Ye asked St Juste again, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming his teammate was uninjured.

The camera cut to Erik ten Hag, with the Utrecht manager covering his face with his right hand.

Unwatchable!

[How on earth did my brother Meng tackle his own teammate flying?]
[That was a trip, not a tackle, there's a difference!]
[PSV is still fierce; they truly live up to being a Champions League side, while Utrecht is only fit for clown shows.]
[What a pity, they should have let my brother Yuan develop for a few more months, otherwise this little PSV might not necessarily win against Utrecht.]
[This bunch of Utrecht trash, every single one of them only knows how to drag down my brother Meng, making him so angry he's even starting to tackle his own teammates!]
[???]

"Peep, peep-peep!"

The first half ended, and PSV entered halftime with a 2:1 advantage.

The home team's anthem echoed through the stadium once again.

It has to be said that fans being called the twelfth man of the team is truly no exaggeration; the moment the anthem sounds, the mental state of all 10 Utrecht players on the pitch is affected.

Tang Ye patted St Juste's shoulder. "Don't worry, don't worry. I won't trip you in the second half, we still have a chance."

"It's fine, I'm not blaming you. It's alright, keep it up!"

St Juste and Tang Ye high-fived, and the two walked toward the player tunnel together.

Ten Hag still had some tactical instructions to emphasize during halftime; if they firmly remembered what Ten Hag was about to say in the locker room, Utrecht might still stand a chance!

...

In the home team's locker room, Cocu paced back and forth while the players ate bananas with relaxed expressions.

"Aside from that conceded goal, our overall performance in the first half was quite good."

Cocu made his summary, and Bruma raised his hand sheepishly. "I honestly didn't see that number 99 behind Haller, otherwise I definitely would have cleared it directly."

If not for Bruma's interception sending the ball straight to Tang Ye, the score would probably be 2:0 right now.

Utrecht shouldn't have scored!

"It's fine, no major issues."

Cocu waved his hand. "You should be able to see that it's still quite difficult for the opponent to break through our defense. In the second half, we can continue to extend the lead. Once it's 3:1, we can pretty much shift to a defensive setup, which will be safer."

"I'll make substitutions then, and the substitutions will be the signal for defense."

Cocu crossed his arms, looking entirely certain that his side would score again in the second half.

"Right, that number 99."

Remembering something, Cocu specifically emphasized, "That number 99 is a bit strange. In any case, just remember—whenever he starts strolling around, you can just attack through the central channel."

"What if he chases back?"

Bruma asked, and Maher, sitting across from him, answered directly on behalf of the coach.

"He won't catch up."

...

The second half began, and Ten Hag made a substitution.

Forward Joosten replaced fullback Conboy.

With the score trailing, Ten Hag ultimately abandoned his five-at-the-back formation.

"Oh? Switching from a double striker to a three-man attack, Ten Hag is showing immense confidence!"

"The newly substituted Joosten is also a youngster. Just like Tang Ye, he comes from Utrecht's reserve team, though this fellow seems to have just been promoted at the beginning of November."

Two young academy players were now on the pitch, with Sofyan Amrabat still warming up in front of the substitute bench.

Anyone with eyes could see that Ten Hag had practically no one left to use!

"Propper! The cutback after getting to the byline!"

"Maher, shoot! It's a dummy! Maher passes the ball to Locadia on the left!"

"Locadia, hit it from inside the penalty area!"

"Goal! 3:1, PSV leads by 2 goals!"

"Awesome!"

In the 65th minute, PSV extended their advantage, and the Utrecht players on the pitch felt a pang of distress.

It has to be said that PSV truly deserves to be a Champions League team; the intensity of this tempo is simply unmatched by other teams in the Eredivisie.

Spit!

Tang Ye spat his chewing gum back into its wrapper and pulled out a fresh piece.

Haller trotted back from the front and asked Tang Ye for a piece of gum; chewing something helped him stay slightly calmer.

"They are so strong..."

Tang Ye chewed his gum, his eyes fixed on the PSV players celebrating on the flank.

Haller glanced in that direction as well, but immediately looked away and patted Tang Ye's shoulder. "Keep it up, we still have a chance."

Both teams made simultaneous substitutions after the goal, and Amrabat stepped onto the pitch carrying two little slips of paper.

Two slips of paper: one for Ramselaar, one for Haller.

Tang Ye was somewhat curious about what was written on the notes, but he also knew that since Ten Hag only wrote notes for Ramselaar and Haller, it meant he was emphasizing some individual tactical details, which had nothing to do with him.

The 76th minute arrived!

"Haller dribbles the ball into the byline; Haller uses his physical strength!"

"Passes it back to Joosten!"

"Joosten with the cutback!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye has the ball now!"

Seeing that it was Tang Ye with the ball, Bruma rushed straight out of the penalty area to make an interception.

He still vividly remembered that curled shot from the first half!

On the camera feed, Tang Ye raised his right leg.

!!!

Bruma immediately stuck out his foot!

Tang Ye shoots...

Tang Ye trapped the ball and suddenly dragged it backward!

!？？

"Haha!"

Realizing Bruma had been faked out by him, Tang Ye burst out laughing, shifted horizontally, and began running into the penalty area.

The PSV players finally realized something was wrong, and Moreno rushed over from the side.

But it was already too late!

A gentle push!

"GOOOO——AAAAA——LLLLLLL!!!"

"Damn it! Tang Ye scores!"

"It's 3:2!"

Wang Chao cried out in shock.

Hiss—

Things were starting to get a bit out of hand!

"Hahaha!"

Tang Ye was overjoyed, raised an eyebrow at Bruma, and then sprinted directly toward the perimeter of the pitch.

Bruma's face turned ashen.

What happened to him being a young player?

Dumbing people out like this at just 16 years old—what will he be like in the future!