Chapter 135: A Match Without Red Bull: King Tang Scores with a Back-to-Goal Nutmeg!

"Now we live beneath the waves~"

"In our yellow submarine~"

"We all live in a yellow submarine~"

On match day, aboard the bus heading to El Madrigal Stadium, the players began singing under the leadership of captain Bruno.

Although most of the squad were Spanish, everyone sang the English song remarkably well.

"We all live in a yellow submarine, and coincidentally, this bus is yellow too!"

Tang Ye rested his hand on the back of the seat in front of him, pulled aside the curtain, and looked outside.

The familiar Calle de l'Alberola; based on Tang Ye's memory of traveling with the team many times, they should be arriving at the stadium any moment!

Today was the sixth round of La Liga, with Yellow Submarine hosting Osasuna at home.

Except for Escrivá, who sat at the very front, everyone on the bus, including the driver, held great confidence in this match.

They had beaten Sevilla, beaten Real Sociedad, and just a few days ago drawn away against Real Madrid.

Today, against a mere Osasuna, what was there to fear?

Just go for it!

Pulling his hand back, the curtain naturally fell into place.

Tang Ye felt somewhat excited now, as he could sense that his touch with the ball today was exceptionally good.

There should be an assist!

Perhaps even a goal?

Clunk!

The bus jolted slightly; this was a small step just outside El Madrigal Stadium.

Whenever this sound occurred, it meant the bus was entering the stadium grounds.

The singing inside the bus ceased; although it was still early before kickoff, cheers from some fans could already be heard outside.

Tang Ye folded his arms across his chest and, as per his habit, organized his system before the match began.

【Toni Kroos - Safe Pass Template】

【Luka Modrić - Back-to-Goal Escape Template】

Account Balance: Counterattack Points × 4

Seeing his account balance, Tang Ye's mind went blank for a moment, but he immediately remembered.

Previously, he had used 320 Counterattack Points to unlock Sancho's lunchbox, and then bought Pogba's hair wax during technical training, so it was normal for the balance to be depleted.

Phew...

He breathed a sigh of relief, but before that breath was fully exhaled, Tang Ye suddenly remembered something.

【Vardy's Red Bull: For the next 120 minutes, your stamina increases by 10%】

Price: Counterattack Points × 5

"..."

The situation... didn't seem very good?

No, there was still a way to save it!

【Daily Mission: 8km jog, pace greater than 8km/h】

【Reward: Counterattack Points × 3】

Damn it!

Cursing under his breath, Tang Ye clasped his head with both hands.

When he bought the lunchbox earlier, he should have calculated in advance.

What a f*cking mistake!

Originally, Tang Ye could have saved the situation through the daily mission, but today's daily mission happened to involve running.

With only four hours left until kickoff, was he supposed to run 8km first?

He might as well not drink the Red Bull at all!

Feeling somewhat distressed, Tang Ye's condition today was excellent, but his luck seemed to be lacking!

"What's wrong, Tom!"

Rodri patted Tang Ye, who was sitting to his left.

Just moments ago, Tang Ye had been the happiest among everyone, but now he was suddenly frowning.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Ye asked Rodri a question.

"Sergio, do you think... we can win this match?"

"What!?"

Rodri spread his hands: "Ten minutes ago you told me you would score in this match, and now you're asking me if we can win?"

"..."

Tang Ye scratched his head.

Ten minutes ago, he hadn't known that he wouldn't have any Red Bull to drink in this match...

"China Central Television! Here we are broadcasting live the La Liga Round 6 match between Villarreal and Osasuna!"

"The referee is checking his watch!"

"Alright, the match has begun; now let me introduce the starting lineups for both sides! First, for Villarreal, the player everyone is most concerned about, Tang Ye, remains in the starting midfield!"

Tang Ye continuing as a starter was the wish of the Yellow Submarine fans, and also Escrivá's intention.

Originally, not letting Tang Ye play would have subjected him to significant public pressure, and in the fifth round, Tang Ye had scored the equalizing goal.

If Tang Ye hadn't started today's match, Huang Huang Qian's head coach would most likely face another wave of online abuse.

Of course, aside from frequently losing possession and disrupting tactics, Tang Ye has currently demonstrated sufficient ability to merit a starting position.

Unless he suddenly collapses, Tang Ye's place in the starting lineup should be secure.

Chinese fans are now extremely excited, because this means they will see Tang Ye play in every match involving Huang Huang Qian!

Tactically, Huang Huang Qian today deployed their favorite formation from last season, the 4-4-2.

Escrivá had already proposed ideas regarding a 4-2-3-1, but changing formations, especially for a top-tier team, is not as easy as imagined.

This matter needs to be handled gradually!

"Villarreal!"

"Villarreal!"

The Estadi de la Cerámica was extremely lively.

The fans' momentum is the team's barometer; today, the Huang Huang Qian fans were in high spirits, mainly because the team's current record is excellent.

They won four out of five league matches, with the only draw coming against one of La Liga's two giants, Real Madrid!

"Mine!"

Tang Ye ran to an unmarked position calling for the ball.

Ruiz passed the ball over, and Tang Ye immediately turned to look for an opportunity.

Actually, Tang Ye quite enjoys dribbling forward, but he wasn't doing that now.

Because he didn't have any Red Bull for today's match!

Lacking the 10% stamina boost, Tang Ye felt somewhat lacking in confidence!

"What are you doing!"

"Get running!"

Escrivá thought Tang Ye was slacking off again, so he hurriedly urged him on.

Called out by Escrivá, Tang Ye shook his head to clear it and passed the ball to Bruno on the flank.

Okay, start running forward!

Moving little by little, Tang Ye's head darted left then right, seemingly trying to locate the positions of all twenty-one other players on the field besides himself.

One image ahead, one image to the left, and one to the right.

Then glance back once more!

Within a short time, he looked in four directions, memorized the content of these four images in his mind, and then pieced them together.

The instant the image formed, Tang Ye gained a brief god's-eye view!

【Vision: 93→94】

The situation on the field changes constantly; the image Tang Ye obtained by observing the four defensive lines could only last for a few seconds.

Therefore, he had to make his analysis quickly.

Choosing the attacking route most suitable for the team!

"Here!"

Tang Ye pointed to a spot about three meters in front of him, and Bruno sent a through ball straight to him.

He didn't know why Tang Ye wanted the ball, but since Tang Ye asked for it, he must have Ji De Xiang Fa.

Bruno's through ball rolled slowly to him; without even looking, Tang Ye flicked it out directly with his right foot.

Controlling the ball was out of the question.

Because Tang Ye's first touch was always the steadiest!

Pa!

The ball flew out, passing just above Torres's waist, and then began to descend.

Its highest point was less than 1.5 meters—a very concealed outside-of-the-foot pass!

This ball is on!

This was Tang Ye's thought; after completing the pass, he stopped in place immediately, just as the ball rolled past Frano's feet.

It arrived right in front of Ale!

"Wowww!!!"

The fans in the stands were screaming.

This was clearly a one-on-one chance!

Keeping the ball under control at his feet, Ale advanced little by little.

The goalkeeper rushed out!

Ale!

A push shot!

Bang!

"Goal!"

"Ale's goal!"

"In the 9th minute of the match, Villarreal scores first!"

"Oh! That pass from Tang Ye was truly beautiful!"

Not only the CCTV commentator, but even Escrivá on the substitutes' bench was slightly caught off guard.

A familiar situation had appeared.

Both sides were playing back and forth, yet somehow Huang Huang Qian had inexplicably earned a one-on-one opportunity!

Hiss—

Taking a deep breath, Escrivá reached up to touch his head again.

His hair was still there!

Escrivá didn't know what he had just done; he only knew that the top of his head felt strangely cold, as if his hair weren't resting against his scalp.

What a strange sensation!

【You have gained 10 Counterattack Points】

"Haha!"

Tang Ye sprinted quickly toward Ale, hurriedly operating the system along the way to summon a bottle of Red Bull for himself.

【Vardy's Red Bull (Active): Your stamina increases by 10%】

The effect was quite noticeable; Tang Ye immediately felt his body become much lighter.

Damn it, if he had known the assist in today's match would come so early, Tang Ye wouldn't have needed to be so nervous.

Daily mission?

Forget it!

"Vamos!"

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: In the 10th minute, Tang Ye assisted Ale in scoring; Yellow Submarine leads 1:0!

【Holy crap, Tang Tang Qiuwang is still awesome】

【No kidding, Tang Tang Qiuwang just equalized against Real Madrid; handling Osasuna should be a piece of cake, right?】

【The gap in strength between the two teams is a bit too large; I feel like the opposition is about to GG】

【Stop talking, I beg you all to show some concern for Utrecht; they've only won 2 out of 7 league matches, and my Tang Tang Qiuwang's home has been stolen】

【Utrecht won't be able to keep Tang Ye for long; let's focus on La Liga, I'm already a Yellow Submarine fan now】

【Doesn't it feel like Tang Ye's passing and control have become much more delicate?】

【Don't you watch cartoons? GG Bond's abilities and plotline are different in every season】

The match continued; by the 25th minute, the broadcasters displayed the possession statistics for both teams.

Villarreal led their opponent with an overwhelming 72% possession rate, and this was still with Tang Ye on the field!

Everyone says La Liga teams excel at passing and control, but it now appears that La Liga's passing and control come in different tiers.

The Yellow Submarine was a full tier stronger than Osasuna!

The team's extremely high possession rate made Tang Ye very comfortable, as it meant he no longer had to worry about distributing the ball.

"Pass boldly!"

These were the words shouted by Escrivá; although Tang Ye didn't know why Mr. Ferran trusted him so much, he would certainly strive not to disappoint Mr. Ferran's expectations.

Jogging slowly to the left flank, Tang Ye swapped positions with Cheryshev, eventually receiving the ball on the wing himself.

"We're done for!"

On the substitutes' bench, Escrivá clutching his head with both hands, while Martí beside him clearly hadn't reacted yet: "What's wrong?"

Staring intently at Tang Ye on the field, Escrivá replied: "He's about to impersonate a winger."

With Merida standing before him, Tang Ye used the outside of his foot to dribble, inching closer to his opponent.

Merida was currently in a state of utter confusion.

You haven't even crossed the midfield line; what's the use of trying to dribble past someone at this moment?

Although he couldn't quite understand Tang Ye's approach, Merida's defense remained quite active, his two eyes fixed firmly on Tang Ye's knees.

Just as the distance between the two narrowed to nearly one meter, Tang Ye passed back to Costa, who was rushing up to support.

As expected!

Merida let out a sigh of relief.

No idiot would choose to attempt a dribble at this moment!

However, the situation suddenly changed; immediately after receiving the ball, Costa knocked it right back.

He didn't know why he did it himself; anyway, Tang Ye had given the gesture requesting the ball.

Here it comes!

With his back to Merida, Tang Ye actively reached for the ball with his left foot, using the inside of that foot to sharply knock the ball behind him; the leather sphere rolled perfectly through Merida's legs.

【Modric-style back-to-goal escape!】

The fans were right; GG Bond gains new abilities in every season!

"Beautiful!"

"Tang Ye, nutmeg dribble!"

"A very calm way of handling the ball; although the position is relatively deep, it was indeed a successful dribble!"

"Hiss, this is Villarreal's first effective dribble in today's match, courtesy of attacking midfielder Tang Ye!"

"Running over to secure the ball, Tang Ye's thinking is very clear."

"Villarreal is pushing forward in force; Bakambu on the right wing is calling for the ball!"

On the left touchline, near the right baseline, the distance between Tang Ye and Bakambu was now approximately 45 meters.

Executing such a pass while in motion is extremely difficult.

However, Tang Ye has always been full of ideas.

Isn't this essentially a 45-degree cross!

Imagining the right touchline as the penalty area, Tang Ye curled out a standard 45-degree cross with his left foot.

Adding a bit of spin to make it easier for Bakambu to control the ball shortly.

Pa!

【De Bruyne 45-Degree Cross Lv3: Simulation】

Proficiency: 77/100

The camera followed the ball soaring through the air; Bacca knew this pass was for him, so he sprinted forward at high speed.

"Hiss, this ball looks like it's going out of bounds..."

The CCTV commentator silently thought things were looking bad, but Bacca stepped directly on the white baseline and controlled the airborne ball with his foot.

Tang Tang Qiuwang's pass grazed the line!

But it didn't go out!

"Woww!!"

The Villarreal fans in the stands suddenly leaped up from their seats.

"Run! Into the box!"

"You can pass now, Ale is there!"

"Pass, pass!"

Urged on by the fans, Bacca passed the ball back to Bruno, who had rushed up to support, then cut inside toward the penalty area!

Bruno threaded a through-ball straight into the box!

Bacca controlled the ball!

The opponent's center-back and goalkeeper had already sensed something was wrong; Garcia reached out, trying to pull Bacca down.

One second he had that thought, and the next, Bacca's foot had already stepped inside the penalty area line.

A foul now would mean a penalty kick!

We're done for!

The goalkeeper blocked the near post; Bacca, calm and collected, slotting the ball into the far corner.

Goal!

2:0!

Bacca slid on his knees toward the corner flag on the right, then stood up, jumped, and threw a punch at the empty air!

"VAMOS!"

The live broadcast showed a replay of this goal.

The director was quite considerate; he started the replay from Tang Ye's turn to shake off his marker with his back to the defender.

The nutmeg at the halfway line.

But just tell me, did the ball go in or not in the end!

Having vented his emotions, Bacca began looking for Tang Ye, the initiator of this attack.

Tang Ye was currently running over from the defensive half.

"Here I come!"

He slid out on his knees, creating three stripes as always.

After hundreds upon thousands of repetitions, Tang Ye had developed muscle memory for the knee slide.

Whether it was three stripes or four, as long as Tang Ye wanted to slide, it was no problem at all!

The Villarreal players on the field were now extremely emotional, whereas the situation for Osasuna was not so good.

They were stunned!

Stunned by Tang Tang Qiuwang's super long pass!

The first half ended with a score of 2:0, and the players returned to the locker room.

"Haha, Tang, that was truly beautiful!"

Rodri put his arm around Tang Ye's neck, and the two sat down together.

Although he hadn't played, seeing Tang Ye bully the opponent on the field still made Rodri feel very satisfied.

This was Villarreal.

Villarreal should play football exactly like this!

"Don't rush."

Tang Ye untied his shoelaces to temporarily relax his ankles: "Sergio, I told you I would score in today's match; just wait and see how I do it."

"Haha, impressive!"

Rodri patted Tang Ye's shoulder, skillfully took a piece of gum from Tang Ye's backpack, tore open the wrapper, and popped it into his mouth.

Escrivá hurriedly rushed back into the locker room.

"Everyone quiet down, everyone quiet down!"

Pulling the tactical board to the center, Escrivá quickly arranged the second-half lineup: "Sergio, Jonathan, you two are going straight onto the field for the second half."

Hmm?

Rodri's eyes lit up.

He had just put Tang Ye's gum in his mouth, and now his good luck had arrived!

Rodri bit down tightly on the gum in his mouth.

The opponent in today's match wasn't strong; he needed to seize this opportunity.

The Spanish defensive midfielder could feel that his chance to start was about to come!

"Tom."

Turning his head to look at Tang Ye beside him: "How much gum did you bring? Can you give me some more?"

"Take whatever you want."

Tang Ye was very generous; he was currently changing clothes, and having fallen once in the first half, his back was now wet with sweat.

The second half begins!

"The home team makes the first substitution; Rodri and Dos Santos are coming on together!"

"Escrivá's substitution is a bit strange; Cheryshev is in such good form, is he really being taken off immediately?"

"He must have his own reasons!"

A head coach's authority is directly tied to the team's results; currently, with Villarreal accumulating many league points, both the commentators and the fans tend to trust Escrivá!

"Villarreal!"

Boom! Boom!

"Villarreal!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The cheers from the fans at the Madrigal Stadium grow louder and louder; the Villarreal players on the pitch are filled with passion, eager to thrash Osasuna with a double-digit scoreline.

Rodri drops deep into the defensive third to receive support, secures possession with the help of Bruno and Ruiz, and immediately drives forward.

Along the way, León reaches out and tugs at Rodri's jersey, but Rodri breaks free.

Continuing forward!

Rodri's intention is clear: he intends to use his dribbling ability to carry the ball as close to the opponent's goal as possible.

The timing is about right; let's look at the attacking third!

Aleix, Bakambu, Tang Ye...

Wait!

Why is Tom so far up the field?

Damn!

Who should he pass to now!

PS: Double monthly tickets start on the 29th, brothers!

(End of Chapter)