Chapter 131: Tang Ye Fakes a Shot and Shakes the Cameraman: The Second

"Real Madrid is still badass; this shot by Cristiano Ronaldo was absolutely into the dead corner!"

"When will Tang Tang Qiuwang save Yellow Submarine?"

"I'm not saying much, but the strength of both teams seems about the same; it's just that Real Madrid has a stronger goal-scoring ability."

"Real Madrid's defense is a whole tier better than Yellow Submarine's; don't talk nonsense."

"Regardless of the strikers and defense, Yellow Submarine's midfield is definitely stronger!"

"The poster above is clearly a Tang Ren."

"Tang Tang Qiuwang can no longer save Yellow Submarine!"

The match continued.

Escrivá's expression was not very good right now.

After taking a one-goal lead, Real Madrid did not reduce their attacking frequency.

On the contrary, their attacks seemed to have become even more powerful?

This was absolutely not good news for Villarreal!

Earlier, they had thought Real Madrid was just in poor form today, but now it seemed they had simply taken a bit longer to get into their rhythm.

Cristiano Ronaldo's goal and the home fans' cheers were slowly waking up the players within the Real Madrid team!

Escrivá sat back down on the bench, his upper teeth tightly biting his lower lip.

Barring any surprises, Yellow Submarine would have a rather difficult time for the remainder of this match!

"Sergio!"

"Go warm up!"

Rodri, sitting in the last row, was called out by Escrivá; the Spanish defensive midfielder didn't quite react immediately upon hearing his name.

He hadn't expected the head coach to ask him to start warming up so quickly.

Was the opponent really Real Madrid?

Rodri dared not be negligent; he squatted down to tighten his shoelaces, then ran to the front of the bench and began stretching.

A professional player's keen instinct gave Rodri a certain premonition.

Escrivá was about to give him a major role!

"You can pass it here!"

Yellow Submarine encountered difficulties distributing the ball from the back; in order to get more touches, Tang Ye actively ran back.

The pressing from Benzema and Cristiano Ronaldo exerted immense pressure on Yellow Submarine's defense; if Tang Ye wanted to gain possession, simply waiting up front would not work.

Seeing Tang Ye, Gaspar, after receiving the ball, actively vacated the space in front of him, letting the ball roll a bit further toward the wing.

There it is!

Tang Ye reacted quickly, moving behind Cristiano Ronaldo to reach the right wing.

At that moment, Gaspar made the pass!

OK!

Tang Ye controlled the ball, then performed a 180-degree turn on the spot.

Of course, Tang Ye was under pressure now, as Cristiano Ronaldo had abandoned Gaspar and was running toward him.

The opponent was a top-tier winger in La Liga; Tang Ye certainly wasn't foolish enough to engage him in a physical duel, so he quickly passed the ball to Bruno in the center.

Bruno received the ball and immediately faced pressing from Real Madrid players.

"I've got it!"

Tang Ye ran into open space again, received the pass from Bruno, and then passed it back to Musacchio.

Previously, Tang Ye had wondered what use this 【Toni Kroos Safe Pass Template】 could possibly have.

It was even a superstar template!

Looking at it now, Tang Ye had indeed been rash; this template was designed to prevent Tang Ye from being easily shut down by opponents when facing strong teams.

Simply put, it allowed him to lose possession fewer times.

However, the slightly awkward part was that Tang Ye was combining his one-touch passing with safe passes, which gave the fans watching the match the impression that Tang Ye was as timid as a mouse!

He couldn't keep playing safe passes!

Tang Ye made up his mind; after receiving the ball again, he abandoned the idea of looking for Soriano.

He chose to dribble forward and break through himself!

"Tang Ye's choice is very bold!"

"This is exactly the situation for Villarreal right now; the midfield must actively seek opportunities, otherwise the strikers won't even get a chance to touch the ball."

"But to be honest, Tang Ye's move is still a bit too risky."

One could only say that He Wei, this fan of Tang Ye, still had too one-sided an understanding of Tang Ye; before Kroos's press arrived, Tang Ye used the outside of his foot to send the ball into the attacking third.

The player receiving the ball on the wing was Ale!

"Woww!!"

This highly imaginative pass made the Real Madrid fans in the stands tense up.

Ale dribbled with the outside of his foot, cutting diagonally and quickly toward the penalty area!

All of Yellow Submarine's players except the goalkeeper began pushing forward; Tang Ye was no exception.

This was a rare and excellent opportunity!

Varane moved toward Ale, who quickly passed the ball back to Cheryshev.

After controlling the ball and briefly observing the situation on the field, Cheryshev made his choice.

Pass the ball to the right wing!

The ball flew over the top of Real Madrid's penalty arc; Tang Ye rose onto his tiptoes.

His judgment on high balls is far too weak; even if Ale had come over, he wouldn't have reached this ball!

On the right flank, Bacca stretched out his right foot and easily glued the ball to his feet!

Got it!

"Come here, quickly!"

Tang Ye did not run over to support; instead, he immediately signaled Bruno on his left to make a run.

Then he called for the ball from Bacca!

The Real Madrid players' attention was now fixed entirely on Tang Ye and Ale!

Tang Ye was already prepared to shoot!

Ramos and Casemiro ran toward Tang Ye simultaneously, preparing to block his shot the moment he received the ball.

But Tang Ye pulled off a flashy trick instead.

He swung his right leg out and flicked it away!

The camera lens followed Tang Ye's swinging right leg toward the goal, only to find the ball still rolling on the grass.

Cameraman:...

Bruno:!!!

Because everyone expected Tang Ye to control the ball, Casemiro had temporarily abandoned marking Bruno.

This was a extremely serious defensive error!

Ramos looked at Tang Ye, who stood in place looking back at Ramos.

Tang Ye raised his eyebrows.

Hehe!

Bruno stopped the ball!

Adjusted his stance with one step!

And fired a direct shot!

"Goooooooolllllll!!!"

"Goal! Goal!"

"Wow, Villarreal executed a play in the attacking third with incredible imagination!"

"Tang Ye's dummy fooled everyone!"

"Villarreal has equalized the score!"

Before the referee could confirm the goal, Bruno, who had struck the long-range shot, immediately sprinted toward the corner flag.

The more excited he was, the faster he ran! "Haha!"

Tang Ye hurriedly followed over.

He had played a huge role in this attack; the only slight flaw was that he didn't get the assist.

But that didn't matter; what Tang Ye wanted wasn't those 10 Counterattack Points.

He wanted Real Madrid's Template Chest!

A Star Chest, or even a Legend Chest!

Bruno's goal proved that Villarreal had a chance to defeat Real Madrid!

The players gathered at the corner flag, where Bruno shouted at the Real Madrid players in the stands.

"Vamos!"

Empty mineral water bottles flew out from the stands, targeting the Yellow Submarine players near the corner flag.

Although such items were prohibited inside the stadium, fans always managed to sneak things in somehow.

!

Bruno high-fived or hugged the Yellow Submarine players who ran over to celebrate, finally finding Tang Ye.

"Damn!"

"Tom, beautifully done!"

Tang Ye's dummy could be said to have directly created Bruno's shot.

Not only the Real Madrid defenders, but even Bruno, as Tang Ye's teammate, hadn't reacted in time.

The creativity of young people is truly no joke!

In the 34th minute of the match, the away team, Yellow Submarine, equalized the score.

Escrivá made a somewhat controversial substitution here, bringing on Rodri to replace Cheryshev, who had performed quite well.

Making a substitution in the first half without any injury left fans somewhat confused about Escrivá's intentions; supporters in the stands behind the bench immediately began mocking Escrivá.

If that's the case, why didn't you just start Rodri in the first place?

Escrivá maintained an indifferent attitude toward the fans' jeers; he had already been cyber-bullied many times this season.

Previously, when he didn't start Tang Ye, Escrivá had received greetings far more severe than what he was getting now!

After Rodri entered the field, he instructed his teammates on the pitch to adjust their positioning.

Bruno's position shifted further back, while Tang Ye's position moved further forward.

"For real?"

Upon learning he was to move to the front field, Tang Ye felt somewhat surprised.

Turning to look at Escrivá on the bench, Mr. Ferran gave Tang Ye a thumbs-up.

Bruno's goal gave the Spanish head coach a Xin De Xiang Fa regarding this match.

Did Villarreal perhaps have a chance to defeat Real Madrid?

"Move forward, move forward!"

"Left, left! You can pass it now, just run!"

"Good, there's a chance, just run!"

Zidane shouted loudly from the sidelines.

A draw was perfectly acceptable for Yellow Submarine, but for Real Madrid, who were fighting for the league title, a 1-1 scoreline was still somewhat unacceptable.

In the 39th minute of the match, Bale made an extremely fast start on the right flank, shaking off the simultaneous pressing of Alai and Bruno.

Tang Ye sensed something was wrong; he instructed Soriano to cover his position before slowly drifting toward the flank where Bale was operating.

It was now Rodri marking Bale one-on-one.

Rodri's one-on-one defending skills were excellent, but Bale chose a method of dribbling past him that left Rodri helpless.

That was to simply accelerate and muscle his way through!

Rodri was facing Bale, but by the time he turned his body around, the Welshman was already far ahead.

We're done for!

"I got it, I got it!"

Tang Ye bit down on the chewing gum in his mouth, anticipated Bale's forward run, and successfully seized an opportunity to intercept the Real Madrid winger.

Watching Bale charging rapidly from not far away, Tang Ye felt a bit nervous.

Getting hit at such speed must hurt a lot, right?

Screw it!

Go for it!

Tang Ye feinted as if to collide physically with Bale, but suddenly dropped low instead.

"Fuck!"

Bale cursed loudly and quickly jumped up.

The ball was kicked straight out of bounds by Tang Ye!

"Beautiful!"

"A very clean tackle!"

"Tang Ye has stopped Real Madrid's attack down the flank!"

He Wei seized the opportunity to lavish praise upon Tang Ye.

Of course, this tackle was indeed worthy of praise!

"Clap, clap, clap, clap!"

Escrivá applauded Tang Ye; although the defense had held, his expression was far from pleased.

"Bruno, what exactly was your defending doing?"

"Keep your distance! Standing that close just invites him to dribble past you!"

Escrivá was furious.

Damn it, three people couldn't stop a single Bale.

And in the end, Tang Ye, who was far away in the center, had to come over to clean up the mess?

Before Escrivá could say much more, Yellow Submarine, having just gained possession, suddenly lost the ball again as Casemiro's long pass found Cristiano Ronaldo with pinpoint accuracy.

Slap!

Controlling the ball, he passed it to Kroos, who had moved to the wing to provide support!

Cristiano Ronaldo cut directly inside toward the center!

Kroos spotted the opening and played a pass straight to Cristiano Ronaldo's feet!

Controlling the ball, he turned!

"We're done for..."

Realizing the situation was dire, Tang Ye's speed in tracking back even slowed down.

Boom!

Cristiano Ronaldo unleashed a volley, his entire body twisted like a pretzel.

It looked as though he had lost his balance, yet the resulting shot was incredibly stable!

The ball grazed the left post and rolled into the net.

Goal!

"Holy crap!"

Tang Ye took out the wrapper and spat the chewing gum from his mouth into it.

Attention shifted to Cristiano Ronaldo; the Portuguese player had already started running along the sideline.

3!

2!

1!

The home fans in the Bernabéu stands shouted in unison.

"Siuuuu!!!!"

Tang Ye didn't know when he had walked over to Bruno's side; looking at Cristiano Ronaldo celebrating by the corner flag, he whispered, "This... what do we do now?"

(End of Chapter)