Chapter 165: Mr. Escrivá Is Under Great Pressure; Tang Ye's Through Ball is a Perfect Feed!

"Go, go, go, Rodri, move forward!"

"Fill it up, fill the open space!"

"Hurry up, Rodri!"

Escrivá didn't know why he had suddenly started giving orders.

Hiss—

Didn't he start the match sitting on the substitutes' bench?

The fans in the live stream recalled that at the 10th minute, the director had even given Escrivá a close-up shot; back then, Escrivá was still sitting.

Now he had suddenly stood up.

What was going on?

【Leganés is playing too anxiously; they've even made our Saint Escrivá anxious.】

【Damn, if he's this strong without giving orders, won't Yellow Submarine take off once Saint Escrivá starts commanding?】

【Awesome, the opposition has basically lost this round.】

【So why did Escrivá suddenly stand up?】

Check Dongqiu Di Live Match Report: What's happening? Yellow Submarine head coach Escrivá suddenly stands to give orders; is Leganés the most respected opponent?

Hearing Escrivá shouting loudly beside him, Garitano slightly opened his mouth.

As Yellow Submarine was one of the La Liga teams, Garitano had naturally studied this squad.

Didn't Escrivá remain seated during the previous matches against Alavés and Ajax?

He even stayed seated when playing against Inter Milan!

Damn it!

Garitano no longer knew whether he should be happy or sad.

Happy because the opposition took them very seriously.

Sad also because the opposition took them very seriously.

We just played a bit too anxiously.

Was there any need to suddenly get this serious?

"Go, go, go!"

Escrivá now resembled a general who had regained command of his troops, thoroughly enjoying the authority he had reclaimed.

Sergio, hurry up and run forward to fill Tom's open position!

That's right!

Suddenly remembering something, Escrivá cleared his throat twice.

"Tom, run, run! Run faster!"

What the hell?

Tang Ye, who had just been strolling, dared not neglect Escrivá's voice and immediately broke into a run.

For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity, but this was not what Tang Ye should be thinking about right now.

He was about to attack!

Slap!

A extremely precise low driven through pass; González directly found Bacambu ahead on the right flank.

Bacambu received the ball and ran forward.

He wanted to replicate Oumar Ramos's recent acceleration and bulldozing run on the left flank, but Bacambu's starting speed was slightly slower, and he was immediately marked tightly by Machís.

There was absolutely no way to dribble forward even one more step!

"Here, over here!"

Tang Ye was positioned slightly to the left behind Bacambu; this was an excellent passing option.

This was Tom; he would always rush over to help whenever his friends needed him most!

Bacambu passed to Tang Ye!

Tang Ye then signaled to Rodri!

Rodri had originally prepared to drop back and fill Tang Ye's vacant position, but since he was told to push forward, he would push forward.

Rodri's speed was fast; he surged up in just a few strides.

And because of Rodri's appearance, Pires, who had been marking Tang Ye, encountered a huge problem.

Defending two players alone was definitely impossible.

Pires also needed a helper!

Here came the crucial point: the defenders' information had a lag!

Before the opposing support arrived, Tang Ye and Rodri executed an extremely fast one-two combination.

Finally, Tang Ye completed the breakthrough while carrying the ball!

"Woww!!!"

The hearts of the home fans in the stands instantly hung in the air; Tang Ye observed as he ran.

At this moment, there was no need to look left and right; Tang Ye only needed to know what was happening inside the penalty area.

Slap!

【De Bruyne Curved Through Pass Lv4: Realistic】

Proficiency: 91/1000

"Tang Ye!"

"He passed directly!"

The Leganés defenders sensed something was wrong as Insúa and Timor simultaneously turned, and in the instant they twisted their bodies, Tang Ye's through ball slipped between them.

Glancing back, they saw the through ball land on the grass right in front of Insúa.

There's a chance!

Insúa decisively dropped to the ground for a sliding tackle.

But he failed to reach it!

After hitting the grass, the ball suddenly changed direction.

It rolled laterally toward the center, directly facing the goal.

A Villarreal attacker was rapidly closing in.

Sébastien Haller!

Bang!

"ggggg——ooooooo——lllllll!!!!"

"Ah..."

"Tang Ye! It's an assist from Tang Ye!"

"A nearly perfect through ball; Tang Ye's pass tore straight through the heart of Leganés's defense!!!"

"Haller only needed a gentle tap to complete the finish!"

In the broadcast booth, He Wei shouted incessantly.

Haller scored the goal, but he was clearly not the protagonist of this attack.

After scoring, the Ivorian from the Yellow Submarine quickly turned, extended both index fingers pointing at Tang Ye, and then sprinted over.

"Haha!"

Tang Ye spread his hands wide.

Although he could anticipate the ball's trajectory, actually helping his team score still filled him with the same old excitement.

The defender's interception had failed!

【You have obtained 15 Counterattack Points】

Another assist secured!

Celebrating with his teammates, Tang Ye received his second portion of joy.

It feels like I'm getting closer and closer to the Superstar Chest!

No!

Don't forget that Tang Ye possesses a Savings Jar.

To him, the French Superstar Chest is effectively the French Legend Chest!

"Clap clap clap!"

Escribá quickly applauded the players on the field.

For some reason, he felt that moving from the bench to the sideline hadn't produced any practical effect.

Oh, not entirely.

He had witnessed Tang Ye's through ball from an excellent vantage point!

Garitano was now under immense pressure.

Anyone with eyes could see that Leganés was being completely dominated.

Villarreal was even stronger than imagined!

"Rhythm! Mind the rhythm!"

With nearly ten minutes remaining in the first half, Escribá constantly reminded the players on the field.

Right!

There's one more thing I haven't said!

"Tom! Run! Run faster!"

Tang Ye on the field felt somewhat speechless.

Is Mr. Ferran under a bit too much pressure today?

The first half ended, and players from both sides slowly walked back to the locker rooms.

Check Dongqiu Di Halftime Report: Villarreal leads Leganés 2:0 away from home; Tang Ye delivers a perfect set piece and a sky-piercing through ball.

【Awesome, it really has to be Tang Ye, damn】

【I've realized that as long as Saint Escribá stands on the sideline, Tang Ye doesn't dare to slack off】

【Damn, that actually seems to be the case】

【Earlier some clown said the coach standing on the sideline was useless; I'm dying of laughter—Saint Escribá directly made my ggbond afraid to walk】

【Saint Escribá has completely unlocked Tang Tang Qiuwang's potential!】

In the home team's locker room at halftime, head coach Garitano was struggling hard to suppress his current agitated emotions.

"I know that number 99 is giving you a headache, but that's not the problem; he has many flaws. You need to mark him. He will run around wildly, so you must keep watching him constantly."

"Classic number ten! Do you know what a classic number ten is? Tom isn't a classic number ten, but you can use tactics designed for classic number tens against him. Stick to him, two of you together, pin him down tightly!"

Soon, players from both sides were ready in the tunnel; Tang Ye stood behind Musacchio, constantly shaking his legs.

Tang Ye's leg shaking was very rhythmic because his mind was currently filled with the moving melody of a song.

Shaking his head, he suddenly noticed Timor, the Leganés defender on his left, staring at him.

"..."

Tang Ye suddenly stopped his leg-shaking motion and looked at Timor.

After Tang Ye shifted his attention over, Timor did not look away; his eyes remained firmly fixed on Tang Ye.

Uh...

Tang Ye touched his nose, thought carefully for a moment, then pulled a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and handed it to Timor beside him: "Want some?"

"..."

Timor hesitated for a moment, but ultimately accepted the chewing gum from Tang Ye: "Th-thanks."

"No problem, no problem."

Tang Ye waved his hand generously.

It was just a piece of chewing gum; this counted for nothing!

Tang Ye wanted to chat a few more words with Timor, seeing if he could make a friend, but Ale behind him gently tugged Tang Ye's shirt, so in the end, Tang Ye and Timor did not continue their conversation.

What Tang Ye didn't know was that the first half had been played very urgently, leaving both teams' players already holding some grudges against each other.

Villarreal and Leganés were irreconcilable enemies.

At least today, that was the case!

The second half begins!

"Leganes! (Leganés)"

"Leganés!"

Butarque Stadium had a capacity of just over 10,000, but the home fans were extremely united.

They created a truly shocking commotion in the stands! The Leganés fans now had a fire burning in their hearts, and they needed to unleash that fire upon Villarreal!

Head coach Garitano stood on the sideline, watching Bakambu dribbling and breaking through on the field, his expression far from good.

The fans' enthusiasm was undeniable, but analyzing objectively, the opportunities left for them in this match were truly few!

Bang!

Suddenly, Bakambu's breakthrough on the right flank was ruthlessly destroyed by Dias's flying tackle.

"Damn!"

Dias had stepped on Bakambu's ankle!

Bruno and Ale rushed over first; Ale planted himself directly in front of Dias, scaring Dias into retreating continuously.

"What are you doing? What the f*** are you doing?"

Ale reached out to push Dias, but Timor, rushing over, pushed Ale back; conflict was imminent!

"Woww!!"

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep!!!"

!

The stands, already lively, became even more raucous; the away supporters, fewer than 1,000 strong, began trading insults with the home fans.

Tang Ye reacted quickly; following right behind Bruno, he was roughly the fifth person to arrive at the scene of the conflict.

Watching Ale pushing three people alone at the front, Tang Ye stood in place, unsure what to do.

Sebastián is so fierce!

The conflict lasted nearly two minutes, finally ending only when the referee showed yellow cards to Ale, Dias, and Timor.

"It's fine, it's fine."

Tang Ye pulled Ale backward: "It's okay, Sebastián, we're leading."

Ale had already intended to leave, but then Dias shouted "Idiot" from behind.

"Motherf***er!"

Ale turned and charged straight back; Tang Ye quickly grabbed Ale, but soon realized he couldn't hold him back.

"Come help me, Rodri! Hurry and help me!"

Rodri rushed over hastily, and together, Tang Ye and Rodri finally managed to calm Ale down.

"Damn!"

Dias's foul gave the Yellow Submarine a set-piece similar to a corner kick, but the set-piece taken by González did not help the team make any progress.

The second half of the match continued.

Because of Dias's foul, the tension on the field was now growing thicker and thicker!

69th minute!

The Yellow Submarine initiated an advance with the ball on the left flank through Kote.

Finding a suitable opportunity, Kote played a through ball forward to Sansone, who had just been substituted on, and then Sansone passed the ball back to Tang Ye.

Martín and Ramos ran toward Tang Ye simultaneously, one on the left and one on the right, giving Tang Ye absolutely no chance to turn and advance.

Glancing back, Tang Ye actively ran toward Sansone's pass.

He planted his left foot, twisted his upper body, then struck the ball with his right foot toward the right flank.

A very precise lateral layoff; González controlled the ball on the right flank!

At this moment, Escrivá also sensed something was wrong; glancing toward the home team's bench, he saw Garitano's eyes full of worry.

Brother, you're too naive!

Garitano had assigned two defenders to mark Tang Ye together, aiming to stop Tang Ye from putting on an individual show.

This was a method used when defending a classic number ten, intended to restrict the classic number ten from utilizing their excellent dribbling and overtaking abilities.

Simply put, it meant preventing a classic number ten with excellent dribbling skills from controlling the ball.

But the problem was:

Tom never controlled the ball in the first place!

Assigning two people to mark a midfielder who doesn't control the ball—isn't that a waste of effort?

One could only say that Garitano was still too young!

On the right flank, González dribbled forward, and Tang Ye actively moved to meet him.

"Come!"

Reaching out to González, Tang Ye soon found himself marked by both Pires and Martín.

Once again, a double-team press!

Facing the pass from González, Tang Ye had already scanned the position of the penalty area.

Without controlling the ball, he kicked it directly toward the baseline on the left flank!

This shot benefited from the 【Fernández First-Touch Template】, so even without adjustment, Tang Ye's execution was extremely stable.

Alei gained possession of the ball once more!

At the same time, Tang Ye began running into the penalty area!

Tang Ye's thinking was clear: since the opponent had assigned so many players to press him, he would simply slip into the penalty box.

When the opponent's attention was fixed on Tang Ye, his good friend could find a scoring opportunity!

After receiving the ball, Alei did not rush; he exchanged possession with Sansone, who had come to support, leaving Sansone to dribble along the baseline.

Sansone slowly advanced with the ball, pressing the opponent's defensive line!

By now, Tang Ye had already run into the penalty area!

As expected, Insúa and Mantovani immediately subjected Tang Ye to intense physical challenges.

Helpless, Tang Ye could only wait outside the penalty area for a moment!

Just then, Sansone, who had been dribbling slowly, suddenly accelerated.

Oh?

Positioned at the top of the arc, Tang Ye spotted a gap between Timor and Díaz on the right side of the penalty area; running through this gap would lead him straight into the six-yard box!

"Get in there quickly!"

Tang Ye reminded Bakambu, but due to the urgency of the situation, Bakambu failed to understand what Tang Ye meant.

Well...

Tang Ye pushed off with his left foot and sprinted directly to the right.

At that moment, Bakambu suddenly understood Tang Ye's intention, so he immediately executed a crossing run with Tang Ye, screening him to reach the right flank.

Okay, he saw the gap between Timor and Díaz!

Dive straight in!

Bang!

Just then, Sansone's cross arrived; neither Insúa nor Timor could reach it with their outstretched feet. Tang Ye turned his foot sideways and fired a low shot directly toward the goal.

The ball... went in!

"Haha!"

The sudden goal made Tang Ye extremely excited; he turned and sprinted toward the corner flag on the right.

Bang!

Swish swish swish!

He slid on his knees, then stood up and spread his arms wide toward the home fans in the stands.

"Fuck you!"

"Boooo——!!"

Uh...

Those guys in the stands weren't very friendly, so Tang Ye turned around again.

Bruno and González were running toward him at full speed!

【You have obtained 15 Counterattack Points】

"Tom!"

Bruno jumped directly onto Tang Ye; the sudden added weight made it hard for Tang Ye to cope, and he nearly collapsed to his knees.

"Tom!"

Alei vigorously ruffled Tang Ye's hair, then gestured for Tang Ye to turn toward the stands.

"They're quite fierce..."

Tang Ye reminded them in a low voice.

"It's fine, come on!"

"3, 2, 1!"

Tang Ye, Alei, and Bruno all got ready simultaneously.

"Vamos!!!"

Now this felt good!

"Villarreal!"

"Villarreal!"

The away fans jumped up and down cheering, while Escrivá raised both hands high.

Having not stood to direct play for a long time, Escrivá felt somewhat fatigued after suddenly standing up, so he turned and sat back down on the substitutes' bench.

The fans in the stands now had a feeling: Escrivá had stood up to direct the team, helped them achieve a 3-0 lead, completed his mission, and then retreated to the substitutes' bench.

What is this?

This is Saint Escrivá!

The Yellow Submarine fans in the stands who witnessed this firsthand were convinced that when Escrivá stood up in the first half, he had already envisioned the scene of himself sitting down in the second half.

Saint Escrivá had predicted it!

He anticipated all of this!

【Invincible, I feel like every one of Tang Tang Qiuwang's coaches is amazing.】

【Leganés still wants to mark Tang Ye? Hilarious. My Tang Tang Qiuwang either controls the ball on the spot for seven seconds or passes it with a single touch; there is no third possibility.】

【Leganés playing so aggressively clearly makes them the villains, and GG Bond specializes in taking down villains!】

Check Dongqiu Di Match Report: Villarreal wins 3-0 away against Leganés for their second consecutive league victory; Tang Ye scores two and provides one assist.

"We all live in a yellow submarine!"

"Yellow submarine!"

"Yellow submarine!"

In the away team's locker room, the Yellow Submarine players, having won 3-0, began to sing, while Captain Bruno stood on a stool in the center holding a bottle of mineral water.

The originally cheerful and relaxed team anthem gradually turned fierce as the players sang.

"Hey, it's coming! It's coming!"

Just then, the screen on the locker room television switched from match replays to the large characters "LaLiga."

The Yellow Submarine players immediately stopped singing and gathered in a small circle in front of the television.

"What's happening? What's happening?"

Tang Ye, arriving late, was squeezed at the very back; no matter how much he stood on his tiptoes, he still couldn't see the content displayed on the television.

However, Tang Ye was quite agile; he quickly fetched a chair.

Stand on it!

OK, now I can see.

"LaLiga, LaLiga League Player of the Month and Head Coach of the Month for November."

Hmm!

Thump-thump!

Tang Ye could feel his heartbeat suddenly quicken.

Last month, Ale had already told him that Tang Ye had made the five-man shortlist for Player of the Month.

It's just unknown!

Taking a deep breath, Tang Ye stared fixedly at the television screen.

Is this GG Bond's chance?

(End of Chapter)