Chapter 139: Tang Ye! Impersonating a Winger and Damaging the Team!

Fuck, who the hell told me Inter was in a weak phase? What the hell is this?

Inter really has weakened a lot, otherwise Huang Qian wouldn't have scored at all.

Bullshit! I, the King of Tang, just took a break a moment ago—would I let your little Inter show off like this?

De Boer is smart—he used Niu Kuli and Brozović to shut down Tang Ye, and Tang Ye lost all ball control.

Huang Qian's youth academy should've helped Tang Ye—I'll check the name… Rodrigo, is that Rodrigo even capable of playing? Can't he make a run to support?

We're screwed, guys—I think we need Tenghahe to take over Huang Qian, or we won't win a thing.

Pah!

Tang Ye spat out his chewing gum.

Before 2:0, everything was fine—he was playing his attack comfortably.

But after Icardi scored, Inter suddenly seemed to find the answer to this match.

Both defensive midfielders were sticking to Tang Ye!

Tang Ye already struggled to keep possession—how could he possibly withstand Niu Kuli and Brozović pressing him simultaneously?

At the 65th minute, De Boer made a substitution: Perišić came on for Medel.

OK, now the pressure on Huang Qian's players has increased!

"Here!"

Rodrigo shouted, caught Tang Ye's attention, and cleared the ball.

Thwack!

Stopped the ball with the inside of his foot!

Faked a move!

Pulled the ball behind him!

Modrić's back-to-goal escape template was at work, but Tang Ye added his own twist.

Successfully broke free from Niu Kuli's tight marking!

Passed to Alem, who ran back to support, then cut diagonally toward the center.

Alem returned the pass!

Tang Ye regained possession!

He glanced at the front line—since Alem had just returned to support, there were few attacking players forward.

Pato and Bakambu's positions weren't good!

No choice—Tang Ye had to shield the ball himself and slowly move toward the arc.

But after just two steps, Perišić and Brozović both charged toward him.

One in front, one on the side—they trapped Tang Ye!

A humiliating situation, but Tang Ye knew he absolutely couldn't back down now.

Strong ball protection!

Perišić shot out his foot!

Fuck!

Tang Ye was startled and quickly dodged.

His foot had almost collided with Perišić's.

If they'd actually connected, Tang Ye couldn't imagine how badly he'd be injured!

No time to hesitate—he quickly passed to Bakambu ahead.

But unfortunately, Bakambu's position wasn't good either—he made a brief combination with Pato, then lost possession.

Damn!

Things were starting to go wrong!

Escrivá took a deep breath and emphasized some details to the players from the sideline.

As for tactics…

Under these circumstances, even if Escrivá changed tactics, it wouldn't help.

Huang Qian's problem now was how to free Tang Ye and Bruno as attacking outlets.

The fans' voices grew louder—the match remained deadlocked at 2:2.

He glanced at the fourth official's stoppage-time board.

It was already the 76th minute!

Hss—

Realizing shouting wouldn't help anymore, Escrivá sat back down on the substitute bench.

Thinking it over, even if Huang Qian drew with Inter, they'd still be top two in Group L.

No need to be so tense.

What Escrivá needed to do now was record the team's problems in this match and find solutions one by one!

After the 80th minute.

Because he'd been heavily restricted and barely moved, Tang Ye wasn't tired at all.

The match was about to end.

Tang Ye knew he had to step up now.

Otherwise, it would be too late!

Thwack!

Again, a pass from the back went to Tang Ye.

As he ran to collect it, he glanced left and right.

As expected—Niu Kuli and Perišić, those two disgusting bastards, were marking him.

What should he do now?

Tang Ye, who controlled the positioning of all his teammates, made a bizarre move—he extended his left foot and sharply kicked the ball with his heel toward his right rear.

Turned and sprinted toward the left sideline.

【Tang～～Ye, impersonating↑winger, standing still on one wheel, passing the ball to the opponent, losing possession～】

The trolls in the livestream were already barking, but Tang Ye didn't know.

He was focused on breaking through!

He moved closer to Niu Kuli and, as usual, started a stationary Danche.

Then another.

Niu Kuli was cautious and never lunged.

So Tang Ye did another Danche.

Still no tackle from the opponent!

No choice!

Tang Ye passed to Bruno, who ran over to receive on his right, then sprinted along the left sideline and seized the ball behind Niu Kuli.

"Ohhh!"

Though Tang Ye's stationary Danche looked absurd, he'd indeed reached the left baseline.

The fans felt the pressure!

Of course, it wasn't just the home fans who felt pressure.

Escrivá was under heavy pressure too.

Because this kid Tang Ye was impersonating a winger again!

Near the baseline, Tang Ye slowly edged toward the penalty area.

Dribbled forward with Danche!

Nagatomo was startled by Tang Ye's aura!

Backed up in sync with Tang Ye's rhythm!

Danche —left foot, then right foot.

Then Tang Ye's toe accidentally snagged the grass.

Shit!

"Oh!"

Fans covered their heads—Nagatomo seized the chance and lunged forward.

Done for!

Tang Ye panicked, pulled the ball back, then had a sudden idea and pushed it forward again.

Nagatomo:?

"He's past him! Tang Ye beat Nagatomo!"

"He wasn't tackled—that was a feint by Tang Ye!"

Nagatomo was fooled!

The fans were fooled!

Everyone was fooled!

Fooled by the King of Tang!

Damn it—the King of Tang has tricked all of humanity!

Fuck!

Tang Ye accidentally kicked his left foot with his right, but he managed to shoot the ball before falling!

Aim for the right post.

Direct shot!

The angle isn't extreme, but the distance is so close that goalkeeper Handanović has no chance to react!

Goal!

The ball is in!

Tang Ye!

Tang Ye's shot finds the net!

Oh my god!

In the broadcast booth, He Wei and Xiao Zhi thrust their hands high into the air.

A shot into the corner to equalize at 2-2.

This is a last-minute winner!

A last-minute winner from Tang Ye!

The ball went in, but Tang Ye wasn't so lucky—he had already lost his balance and collapsed on the ground.

The Left-Right Combat template is too overpowered; Tang Ye sometimes forgets which foot he's using to dribble, so they end up colliding.

But that doesn't matter.

The point is, he scored the winner!

VAMOS!

Ale and Pato knelt beside Tang Ye simultaneously, hugging his head and kissing it.

The players on the pitch, stuck in a 2-2 stalemate, knew the pain best.

And Tang Ye stepped forward!

【The great Tang Ball King has ended Inter Milan!】

【Fuck, that's seriously impressive】

【Was this a self-inflicted stumble or did Monggo deliberately fake it?】

【Of course it was deliberate—didn't you see that Japanese guy get completely fooled? Haha!】

Fuck Tom!

Xuuu!!!

The home fans in the stands continuously cursed Tang Ye.

His shot stole Inter Milan's Europa League points!

【At 38, you pretended to be tripped by the grass during a Europa League match against Inter Milan—this was just your trick to humiliate the young ones.】

【You gained 15 Reverse Points】

【Second goal of the match—you gained an extra 15 Reverse Points】

【You taught overconfident youngsters a lesson with your feint—you gained an extra 5 Reverse Points】

Forty Reverse Points for one goal—Tang Ye's trick of pretending to be tripped was not in vain!

DQD Live Report: 83rd minute, Tang Ye broke through the left flank with a dragon-like run, used a series of feints to deceive defenders and goalkeeper, and scored. Will this be the final winner?

Fuck!

Fuck!

The furious De Boer swung his right fist in anger.

He recalled Tang Ye's astonishing pass against Utrecht last season.

De Boer had some experience dealing with Tang Ye—he thought assigning Milanda and Murillo to drop back and protect would limit Tang Ye's through balls.

He did limit him—but he never expected this guy to develop a new ability after joining a La Liga team.

He's pretending to be a winger now!

He glanced at the substitute bench where Escrivá sat, the Spanish head coach of Huang Qian.

Seeing De Boer looking his way, Escrivá raised an eyebrow at De Boer.

I've got someone to save me—what about you…?

No!

Quickly shake his head.

Escrivá knew what kind of person he was.

He should be humble.

A humble man shouldn't say things like that!

Beep, beeeep—!!

"Full-time! Inter Milan lost 2-3 at home to Villarreal, suffering their second consecutive defeat in this season's Europa League!"

"Currently, with six points from two straight wins, Villarreal leads Group L, ahead of Ajax on goal difference!"

Two CCTV commentators were discussing.

Just after the match ended, nearly a third of the home fans' stands were already empty.

Clearly, many fans left the stadium early after Tang Ye's winner!

They couldn't bear the awful feeling of defeat!

Click-click!

Back on the pitch, Tang Ye took a transparent trophy from the host.

【EuropaLeage】

manofthematch!

This is the exclusive MVP trophy for Europa League group stage matches.

Tang Ye noticed many European competitions favored transparent glass trophies, but this Europa League MVP trophy was significantly heavier than the La Liga MVP trophy.

But neither was as heavy as the Eredivisie trophy!

The Eredivisie MVP glass trophy had an extra-thick metal base!

Facing reporters, Tang Ye wore an excited smile.

"Tom, this is your first Europa League MVP."

"Haha, yes."

Tang Ye held the trophy up to the camera; its glass shone brilliantly.

"You started the match leading 2-0, but before halftime, Icardi scored one…"

The reporter briefly summarized the match, then asked how he felt during the game.

"Hmm…"

Tang Ye pursed his lips, thinking seriously about the reporter's question: "At first, we scored two goals—one of them mine. I was extremely happy then."

"Because I really like the feeling of scoring."

Tang Ye emphasized this, making the reporter laugh: "No one dislikes the feeling of scoring."

"Haha, true. But after scoring two, our opponents found an opening—that square-faced guy, uh… number 9."

"Icardi," the reporter reminded.

"Yes, yes, him—his shot was powerful. After conceding one, our confidence dropped, and we lost the second."

Tang Ye grew serious, but his thoughtful expression quickly gave way to a grin.

"But I scored in the end!"

"Can you talk about your second goal—the winner against Milan? You did a lot of feints. Was that intentional?"

The toe poke in the grass wasn't intentional.

But the system said Tang Ye did it on purpose, and Tang Ye was the kind who tended to go along with others.

Then he'd go with what the system said!

"Yes, it was intentional."

Tang Ye said seriously.

"Hmm, your feints not only fooled the defender but also the goalkeeper—they both reacted, because your move was incredibly realistic."

The reporter's expression turned serious: "Is this… your natural talent, or…?"

"It has nothing to do with talent. Feints require long-term training—you need enough muscle memory to execute them in a match."

Tang Ye patiently explained the origin of dribbling moves.

But the sharp reporter quickly spotted the flaw.

"But you're a midfielder. Do midfielders spend that much time on dribbling drills?"

"But you're a midfielder—do midfielders spend that much time on dribbling drills?"

Facing the camera.

Blinking.

Tang Ye now truly wished Eric were standing beside him.

Because he didn't know what to say anymore!

Because he no longer knew what to say!

……

Tang Ye had not yet returned from the pitch; Escrivà, having left the press room, bumped into Ma Di at the locker room door.

"Is Tom inside?"

"He's still being interviewed."

Ma Di pointed toward the outside of the pitch.

"He's probably being harassed by the reporters."

Escrivà burst into laughter.

For some reason, knowing Tang Ye had been put on the spot by reporters gave Escrivà a deep sense of satisfaction.

That guy always pulls off weird stuff—he needs a good scolding from Italy's football journalists!

Walking into the locker room, Escrivà took the notebook from Ma Di's hands.

The notebook contained notes written by assistant coach Ma Di on problems exposed by the team in today's match.

1. Rodri lacks sufficient vision.

2. Mousqueta and Ruiz's coordination is still inadequate.

3. Bakambu frequently forgets the offside line.

…

There were many issues, but these were not what Escrivà cared about first.

He had asked Ma Di to specifically record one issue concerning Tang Ye.

It should be toward the back—I need to look again…

There it is!

Flipping to the second page of the notebook, Escrivà saw what he was looking for.

12. Tom, number of possessions lost in this match: 21 (two fewer than last league game)

13. Tom, number of times impersonating a winger: 3 (one more than last league game)

Impersonating a winger—three times!

Every time Tang Ye impersonates a winger, he harms the team.

That means today he harmed the team three times!

That wasn't even the most infuriating part—the most infuriating was that today Tang Ye impersonated a winger one more time than yesterday!

A repeat offender!

"I need to talk to him!"

Escrivà pointed at the Spanish text in the notebook: "I need to talk to him!"

"Um…"

Ma Di hesitated, taking the notebook back.

Then he ventured cautiously: "Maybe we should just let it go?"

"Let it go? How can we let it go?"

Escrivà's tone was firm.

Harming the team is a serious offense.

Tang Ye harmed the team—he deserves punishment!

"Um…"

Ma Di pointed to the bottom of the page, where a few lines had been circled—Escrivà had clearly missed them.

Oh?

"Where else did he harm the team?"

Escrivà narrowed his eyes and began reading the items Ma Di had circled.

【7th minute: Tom impersonated a striker once, provided one assist】

【32nd minute: Tom impersonated a striker once, scored one goal】

【84th minute: Tom impersonated a striker once, scored one goal】

【Full match record: impersonated striker 3 times, 2 goals, 1 assist, offensive conversion rate 100%】

…

(End of chapter)