Chapter 160: Tang Ye, Spin in Place!

At the 60th minute of the match, Ajax made the first substitution.

Van de Beek replaced Schöne!

This was a like-for-like midfield substitution.

The reason for this change was simple: Schöne's original role was to mark Tang Ye, but after Tang Ye moved to the right flank to pose as a winger, Schöne lost his original purpose.

At this point, a substitution was necessary, bringing on the more versatile Van de Beek!

"Forward, get forward!"

"You can pass, you can pass now!"

Bos quickly directed the players on the field.

Although the team was leading by one goal, Escrivá's smile always gave him a sense of unease.

How could he put himself at ease?

That was by extending the lead!

Continue to expand the advantage!

Just two minutes after Van de Beek entered the field, the Dutch midfielder delivered an excellent through ball directly to Dolberg up front.

Dolberg tried to lay the ball off to Traoré running up on the right, but unexpectedly, Rodri suddenly charged out and intercepted the pass directly.

"Wow!!"

The Yellow Submarine fans in the stands rose to their feet.

This was clearly a counter-attack opportunity!

Shield the ball!

Turn around!

Dribble forward!

Since the positions of his surrounding teammates were not good, Rodri could only carry the ball himself.

Utilize his advantages in speed and stamina!

Find Tang Ye!

Well, he couldn't find him.

Just as he was preparing to pass, he remembered that Tang Ye's positioning in the second half was relatively far to the right.

Passing directly to Tang Ye was definitely not feasible.

While Rodri was pondering, Bruno suddenly appeared in his line of sight, the Yellow Submarine captain pointing with both hands at a gap in front of him.

Bang!

A through ball was sent out, and Bruno controlled it precisely.

After adjusting slightly, he first dribbled forward for a while himself.

"Here!"

Tang Ye reached out his hand to Bruno!

This was Tom calling for the ball!

Bruno passed the ball directly over, and Tang Ye received it on the right flank.

There was still a little time before Riedewald could run up; this was a good opportunity to spin.

But Tang Ye kept Escrivá's teachings firmly in mind; he did not suddenly start spinning.

The honest and dutiful Tom dribbled the ball toward the baseline.

Of course, letting Tang Ye, who lacked dribbling ability, actually reach the baseline was absolutely impossible; González knew this, so he ran in front of Tang Ye at an even faster speed.

In this way, Tang Ye would have a position to pass toward the baseline...

Slap!

González had already prepared to receive the ball, but unexpectedly, Tang Ye suddenly struck at some point, launching a 45-degree cross straight into the penalty area.

【De Bruyne 45-Degree Cross】

Proficiency: 67/500

Hmm?

I almost forgot, Tom's passes are always extremely decisive!

"He went directly into the penalty area; can the Villarreal players react in time!"

Haller ran in between Sánchez and De Ligt, jumping up to prepare for a header.

De Ligt was very anxious and directly pushed the already airborne Haller away.

Having lost his balance, Haller fell to the ground, and finally, the goalkeeper Onana caught the ball.

The camera focused on Onana's large, round buttocks.

Of course, the director also didn't forget to give a shot to Haller, who had fallen on the ground.

"Haller has fallen in the penalty area!"

"Is this a foul!"

"The referee has blown the whistle!"

"Penalty kick!"

"A penalty kick for Villarreal!"

The two CCTV commentators in the broadcast booth nearly shouted in unison.

In the 64th minute, the Yellow Submarine, trailing by one goal, earned a penalty kick opportunity.

González walked from the baseline toward the top of the arc, slapping Tang Ye's buttocks along the way.

"Awesome!"

Tang Ye's unexpected 45-degree cross directly created a chance for the team to equalize the score.

This was an undisputed penalty.

De Ligt, who committed the foul and conceded the penalty, covered his face, while Bos on the sideline was immediately thrown into a panic.

Damn it, why did this happen!

Could they really be about to have the score equalized?

"Villarreal!"

"Villarreal!"

The fans began cheering; Bruno, the team's primary penalty taker, hugged the ball and walked into the penalty area.

Onana adjusted his shorts, bent his knees slightly, and crouched down.

His expression was extremely serious!

"Bang!"

"Goal!"

"Goal!"

"GGGG——OOOO——LLLL!!!"

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: 65th minute, Tang Ye's cross won a penalty, Bruno converted the spot kick in one shot.

"VAMOS!"

Bruno jogged toward the stands, where fans wearing yellow support jerseys had already begun screaming.

This was Bruno's goal from the penalty spot!

Most importantly, relying on this penalty, the Yellow Submarine successfully equalized the score!

【Holy crap, I'm feeling it, brothers!】

【As expected, in the end we still have to rely on my Tang Tang Qiuwang.】

【So what exactly is Escrivá useful for? Does he have any tactics? In my opinion, he's not as good as Ten Hag.】

【Of course he's useful! Letting Mengge play as a winger was absolutely Wa De Xiang Fa, okay? This tactical arrangement is simply invincible; I feel Escrivá must have guessed that Mengge could create a penalty with a 45-degree cross!】

【Fuck that "Eh-Hai," this is "Eh-Sheng," damn it!】

"Fran!"

Escrivá, sitting on the chair, heard fans behind the stands calling his name.

So he turned his head.

Hmm, they were indeed calling his name, no mistake.

Although Escrivá had been sitting on the chair since the 3rd minute of the first half, the fans were no fools; they could see Escrivá's contribution to the match.

This was a great contribution!

Escrivá nodded, and just as he was about to pick up the bottle of mineral water by his feet to take a sip, he suddenly felt something strange on his head.

He reached out to touch it.

His hair was still there, and it felt very prickly.

But for some reason, Escrivá just had a vague feeling that someone had shaved his head bald.

"We all live in a yellow submarine～"

"yellow submarine!"

"yellow submarine!"

After Bruno's penalty goal, the Cerámica Stadium finally regained its momentum!

The Yellow Submarine had started its engine!

The Yellow Submarine was accelerating!

"Momentum" was simply too important for a football match; starting from the penalty goal, the Yellow Submarine's attacks became increasingly advantageous.

Although their possession rate was still below 50%, they managed to exert immense pressure on Ajax, almost to the point of suffocation.

In the 71st minute, Rodri sent a long pass from the backfield, accurately finding Bacambu on the wing.

The right wing again?

Escrivá raised his eyebrows.

The Yellow Submarine was truly addicted to attacking down the right flank today!

"Come, let me take a look."

Escrivá signaled Ma Ti to turn the laptop screen slightly toward him.

To check the team's attack heat map.

Good heavens, the left flank was pale yellow, while the right flank was blazing red.

That final area...

Escrivá memorized that blood-red position, then lifted his head to look toward the pitch.

Oh, isn't that Tom!

Tang Ye was moving back and forth on the right wing; after Bacambu controlled the ball, he immediately passed it to him.

Mystery solved.

The dealer was on the right wing.

Since the cards were on the right, the attack naturally couldn't shift to the left; that made perfect sense.

After receiving the ball, Tang Ye immediately sent a through pass toward the baseline.

He had already observed the situation before taking the ball; this was not a good opportunity for a 45-degree cross!

After completing the pass, he moved toward the center!

Bakambu cuts inside with the ball along the baseline, preparing to compress Ajax's defensive line!

"Charge forward, charge forward!"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

The fans in the stands are anxious, urgently expecting Bakambu to drive the ball into Ajax's goal.

But Bakambu certainly cannot do that.

Right now, Ajax's penalty area is packed with people; he has absolutely no passing angle.

No need to rush; compressing the opponent's defensive line first is never wrong anyway.

Moving inward bit by bit.

"Here!"

Bruno shouted to Bakambu, who, finding no opportunity, passed the ball to Bruno.

At this moment, Tang Ye is positioned at the top of the arc, with Rodri standing right behind him.

"Give it to him!"

Tang Ye pointed at Rodri; the latter was slightly stunned, but after reacting, he immediately received Bruno's horizontal pass.

"Pass it back to me!"

?

Rodri dared not delay, gently pushing the ball forward; Tang Ye turned and extended his right foot to stop the ball.

What to do when facing away from the goal makes a direct pass impossible?

Start spinning!

Tang Ye wrapped the ball with his instep, spinning 180 degrees on the spot in the face of Van de Beek's pressing challenge.

Van de Beek was left somewhat dizzy; coincidentally, Tang Ye had also turned to face the goal directly.

Curling a pass into the penalty area!

【De Bruyne Curved Through Pass Lv4: Realistic】

Proficiency: 77/1000

Onana was still immersed in Tang Ye's magnificent spin, unable to extricate himself, unaware that Haller had already taken possession of the ball.

Bang!

A pushed shot!

Easily into the net!

"GGGGG——OOOOOO——LLLLLL!!!"

"Goal!"

"Goal!"

"After spinning, Tang Ye delivered a pass that directly pierced through Ajax's penalty area defense!"

【You have obtained 10 Counterattack Points】

Here it comes!

Rodri suddenly hugged Tang Ye from behind; at this moment, captain Bruno shouted, "To the left!"

Bruno's meaning was naturally to go to the left flank together for the celebration; Tang Ye turned backward to look at the right flank, and upon finding no one running that way, turned back to the left.

"Tang Ye! Still spinning after scoring!"

"He seems to be mocking the Ajax players! Oh my god!"

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye's spiral assist, Haller rushes to score, Villarreal takes the lead!

"VAMOS!!!!!!!!"

Haller let out a fierce roar toward the stands.

Being tall, his belly holds more air, making his shout both enduring and loud, something Tang Ye viewed with great envy.

"VAMOS!!"

Cough cough!

Never mind, celebrate first!

"Villarreal!"

Bang bang!

"Villarreal!"

Bang bang!

With the goal completed through the cooperation of Tang Ye and Haller, Villarreal regained their advantage at the Madrigal Stadium!

The Madrigal Stadium belongs to Villarreal!

"Phew..."

During the first goal, Bos was still very angry.

By the second goal, Bos had nothing more to say besides sighing.

Someone spun in circles and took down his team; he was directly beaten into submission, left with no temper at all!

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

In the subsequent match, the fans loudly chanted the name of their savior, Tang Tang Qiuwang.

One pass created a penalty kick.

One pass resulted in a direct assist.

Most importantly, Tang Ye played as an attacking midfielder in the first half and as a wide midfielder in the second half.

Playing two positions in one match, he still lost possession only 15 times.

Damn, he's too incredible!

In the final moments of the match, Bos instructed his players to launch a counterattack against the Yellow Submarine.

It was clear that Ajax still desperately wanted to win.

He Wei had stated right at the start of the match that Ajax's league performance this season was far from ideal, with a win rate even lower than last season when they were suppressed by Utrecht.

Bos needed the Europa League results to prove himself!

But Bos truly couldn't do it.

Pulling off a shock victory against Inter Milan was already his limit!

"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"

Check Dongqiu Di Match Report: Yellow Submarine 2:1 comeback victory against the House of Ajax, five wins in five matches, 15 points, securing first place in Group L.

……

After the match ended, the players returned to the locker room first, where Tang Ye joined his teammates in singing Spanish songs to celebrate.

Then, reminded by Ma Ti, Tang Ye returned to the pitch to receive his Man of the Match trophy for the day.

Overjoyed, upon returning to the locker room with the trophy, Tang Ye's first action was to ask Bruno to take a photo for him.

A group photo for the Europa League!

Click, click!

"Is it OK?"

Tang Ye held the trophy with one hand while giving a thumbs-up with the other.

"Wait a moment."

Bruno looked at the photo he had just taken, considered it carefully, and said, "Like this, Tom, extend four fingers on your left hand—the one not holding the trophy."

Following Bruno's request, Tang Ye made a "4" gesture with his left hand: "What does this gesture mean? Didn't we win five matches?"

"We won five matches, and you damn well took home four Man of the Match trophies."

Bruno shoved his phone into Tang Ye's hand: "That's exactly why I asked you to hold up four fingers."

"Respected Most Valuable Player (MVP)."

Mm!

Tang Ye looked at himself in the photo.

"Sergio, let's take a group photo together; Sebastian, get up too!"

"I'm in too!"

Hearing that Tang Ye wanted a group photo, Bruno quickly ran over: "Quick, quick, take one for us!"

After turning the tables on Ajax, the Yellow Submarine players were all in a highly passionate state.

Just as the players were celebrating, head coach Escrivá sat down on a chair in the press conference room.

Click, click!

"Ferran, congratulations on winning this match in the end; it's clear you didn't play very comfortably today. Especially in the first half, when you were trailing after Doolberg scored, what was your state of mind at that time?"

"To be honest, when I saw Doolberg score in the first half, my pressure was truly immense..."

Escrivá wore a serious expression, preparing to describe his anxious state of mind in detail to the reporter, but the reporter cut him off directly.

"But we saw you sitting the entire first half, and sitting the entire second half as well; your pressure didn't seem very high?"

Uh...

"That's because I was thinking; only when sitting are my thoughts clearest. After falling behind in the score, I began searching for new tactics."

Escrivá broke into a smile: "Fortunately, I found one, which is why we equalized in the second half."

"Was sending Tom to the right flank to play as a wide midfielder also your idea?"

"Of course!"

Escrivá answered very quickly.

Because that was the fact.

Despite Escrivá remaining seated in the chair the whole time, he was actually maintaining his thinking.

After answering this question, Escrivá looked into the reporter's eyes.

Ask!

Ask quickly!

Reporter:???

The reporter was slightly caught off guard, as he had already asked almost all the questions he intended to ask.

Well then...

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Clearing his throat twice, Escrivá drew the attention of all reporters in the room.

"During the process of equalizing in the second half, Tom played an excellent role; notably, for the final goal that gave us the lead, Tom spun half a circle before passing the ball out."

Hearing Escrivá prepare to discuss the team's second goal, the eyes of the reporters on site began to glow.

It was rare for a coach to voluntarily bring up a goal without receiving a question from a reporter!

"So, what was the situation with Tom's spin? Did he train that himself?"

The reporter pushed the microphone toward Escrivá, and the Spanish manager smiled.

Hooked!

"He trained it himself, but strictly speaking, not entirely."

Escrivá's words left the reporters below utterly baffled.

Affirming first and then denying—what did that mean?

"Tom completed an assist with a chosen goal; this passing method was developed by himself, demonstrating the outstanding creativity of a Golden Boy award winner. He is indeed a very fine player..."

"..."

Halfway through, Escrivá suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

Damn it!

Why had he voluntarily brought up this topic!

This topic was incredibly difficult to answer!

Just as Escrivá was preparing to end the interview outright, he suddenly felt a hand on his head.

Escrivá wanted to reach up and touch it, but since there were many people present, he did not do so.

Hmm...

This was a very powerful hand!

A Dutchman's hand!

At that moment, Escrivá's body in the camera frame suddenly twitched.

He felt a force entering his brain from the crown of his head!

"Hmm... I think it is necessary for me to discuss the origin of this spin."

"It is like this: when Tom first arrived at the team, I noticed his ball sense was somewhat lacking, so I specifically added a training drill; this drill greatly helps a player's ball sense."

Click-click!

"Seeing him apply this technique in a match and achieve an assist, I, as his coach, truly feel extremely happy."

"As you know, this is a matter of great accomplishment."

Click-click! Click-click!

"5 Rounds, 5 Goals, 5 Assists: Who Can Step Forward to Stop Tom?"

"5 Rounds, 5 Victories: Securing Top Spot in the Group Stage One Round Early, Yellow Submarine Becomes the First Team in This Europa League to Confirm First Place in Their Group; They Are Also the First Team to Confirm Advancement to the Knockout Stage."

Check Dongqiu Di: In the post-match interview, Escrivá stated that Tang Ye's spinning assist was related to him and that he played an important supporting role in it.

【Holy crap, why does it feel like Escrivá is developing in the direction of Ten Hag?】

【Something's wrong, very wrong.】

【Ten Saint is a saint; could Saint Escrivá not be a saint as well?】

【Laughing to death; earlier, some people were still shouting 'E-High' over there.】

【Escrivá truly has skill; I admit that.】

【Go, Saint Escrivá! Nurture our Tang Tang Qiuwang well!】

(End of Chapter)