Chapter 192: It Looks Like a Draw, But In Reality Tom Has Already Calculated Everything

Check Dongqiu Di pinned post: Copa del Rey Quarterfinal Second Leg, Villarreal's do-or-die match live commentary underway (heat level 8912).

A Copa del Rey knockout match that isn't the Spanish Clásico garnering nearly 10,000 comments on Check Dongqiu Di shows just how absurdly popular Villarreal and Tang Ye are.

This match is truly critical.

Knockout stages aren't group stages; lose here and you're straight out!

"Alavés!"

Bang bang!

"Alavés!"

Bang bang!

Having just stepped out of the player tunnel, Tang Ye immediately heard the home fans' jeering, so he bit down on his gum, forcing himself not to dwell on such things.

Just as Mr. Ferran said at the end of the first half.

Alavés would have to pay the price.

But not right now!

Cannot rush; must take it slowly!

Slowly defeat this powerful opponent!

The second half has begun!

"Alavés is still playing fiercely, but have you noticed?"

"I don't know if you've spotted it, but I certainly have. Alavés is using the exact same tactics from the first leg against Villarreal, with absolutely no variation."

"Playing like this will definitely backfire. Pellegrino, knowing full well that Tang Ye is in the opposing lineup, still acts so arrogantly without making any tactical adjustments; I feel Alavés won't be able to keep this up for long."

Although he is a Happy Beans streamer, Wang Chao has been watching matches for several years now.

For Pellegrino to instruct his team to execute the same tactics that defeated Villarreal 2-1 in the first leg for this second leg match aligns with common human reasoning.

If you've won once, surely you can win a second time, right?

But Pellegrino was also being somewhat presumptuous.

His opponent is likewise a team from Spain's top-tier league.

With a week's interval between the two legs, that time is more than enough for Villarreal to devise a counter-tactic.

Pellegrino is treating Escrivà like some average coach.

This is absolutely, absolutely wrong.

Escrivà is no average coach!

He is Saint Escrivà!

The 56th minute!

Alavés, persisting with their defense, once again found a fine counter-attacking opportunity; the ball passed from Femenía through Camarasa directly to Toquero's feet.

Toquero had scored in the first half, so Villarreal's defenders dared not relax; Costa stuck tightly to him, running alongside.

However, Toquero's acceleration was truly fast, and Costa failed to close him down immediately.

Slap!

A cross is delivered!

Toward Davinson in the center!

Davinson controlled the ball inside the penalty area, then made a motion as if to shoot.

He swings his leg!

Asenjo drops to the ground on the spot, preparing to make a save.

But Davinson instead laid the ball off to Ibai Gómez on his left.

Boom!

Gómez struck the ball with decisive force.

Goal!

"..."

"Damn..."

Wang Chao was rendered speechless.

Besides Wang Chao, the fans in the livestream room were also silenced.

Not long after the second half began, Alavés once again demonstrated their excellent counter-attacking capability.

Gómez's volley shot helped Alavés regain the lead!

"Vamos!"

The Alavés players ran toward the lower stands, while Pellegrino raised his right hand, celebrating together with the fans in the stands.

2-1!

Leading by two goals on aggregate!

"We're going through!"

The home fans in the stands are now extremely excited.

They can already imagine their team successively defeating Villarreal and Celta, marching straight to the final!

Could Alavés Club's first-ever Copa del Rey title be arriving?

The retreating Villarreal players gradually slowed their pace; Tang Ye placed both hands on his hips, chewed his gum a few times, then let out a sigh.

It was clear that the current situation was extremely dire for Villarreal!

Extremely, extremely dire!

At this moment, Bruno walked over, and Tang Ye raised his hand to high-five him.

"Bruno..."

"It's fine, there's still a chance."

Bruno pointed at the timer board in the distance.

There were still over 30 minutes left until the end of the match.

Two goals in 30 minutes; if Yellow Submarine could recapture the feeling from their first-half goal, scoring two wasn't entirely impossible!

The match resumed, and under Escrivá's rapid instructions, the players immediately launched an attack.

The 68th minute!

Tang Ye received the ball on the left flank and, just as Escrivá had instructed in the locker room at halftime, dribbled straight forward.

Pretending to be a striker!

This was something Tang Ye loved doing.

He really enjoyed the sensation of breaking through on the wing with the ball at his feet!

Run forward!

Pass to Sansone!

Sansone trapped the ball!

Then played a through ball back to Tang Ye!

A classic one-two combination on the wing!

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: In the 68th minute, Tang Ye switched to striker mode and charged toward the Alavés baseline!

"He's switched modes, brothers!"

"Tang Ye! He's reached the area near the baseline!"

"This isn't his first touch anymore; Tang Ye might not be able to control it comfortably!"

"Let's see how he handles this ball!"

"Crossing it directly!"

【De Bruyne Low Cross Lv3: Simulation】

Proficiency: 49/400

Boom!

The ball struck inside the penalty area and bounced up.

However, Tang Ye seemed a bit too rushed; the pass was delivered so quickly it looked almost like a direct shot.

Inside the box, not only did the Alavés defenders fail to touch the ball, but Yellow Submarine's attackers couldn't get to it either.

Goalkeeper Pacheco came out, bent down, and securely caught the ball in his arms.

"Damn it!"

Escrivá clasped his head with both hands.

What a pity for that ball!

But it didn't matter.

There were still over 20 minutes left!

"Move forward, move forward!"

"Yes, yes, you can pass now!"

"Watch your positioning; behind, there's someone behind you!"

Unsurprisingly, this was likely the most intensely coached match Escrivá had directed all season.

The Yellow Submarine head coach did not want his team to drop out of the King's Cup contention!

This season's Yellow Submarine should have the capability to compete for the championship!

"Alavés!"

"Alavés!"

Time ticked by, and soon it was the 79th minute.

Tang Ye unleashed a fast long-range shot from the edge of the arc.

The quality of the long-range shot was actually excellent, but Pacheco was in godlike form today; he leaped up and somehow pushed Tang Ye's shot over the crossbar.

The players had already given their all, but alas, the opposition's defense was simply too solid.

Helplessly, Escrivá waved his hands, then walked toward the substitutes' bench.

After sitting down, he pressed both arms onto his thighs and lowered his head.

Trailing by two goals with over 30 minutes remaining.

Trailing by two goals with over 20 minutes remaining.

Now, with only over 10 minutes left before the match ended, Yellow Submarine was still trailing the opponent by two goals.

What did this mean?

It meant the match was already over!

Matí didn't know what to say at this moment; he could only place his right hand on Escrivá's back.

It was now a corner kick opportunity for Yellow Submarine!

The corner kick was assigned to Bruno to take.

As he ran toward the left corner flag, Bruno passed right by Tang Ye and quietly told him, "Far post."

Hiss—

He took a deep breath.

Bruno was telling him to attack the far post!

Tang Ye looked left and right.

Although his heading ability was somewhat lacking, his speed was also poor; if the opponent launched a counter-attack from the corner kick, Tang Ye wouldn't be able to provide much defensive support.

Since that was the case, he might as well try moving into the penalty area.

They were already down by one goal.

It never hurt to play a bit more boldly!

"Xuuuu——!!!"

Amidst the boos from the spectators in the stands, Bruno, who had approached the corner flag, began to survey the penalty area.

For some reason, even though he had asked Tang Ye to pass the message along, neither Aleix nor Rodrigo had appeared at the far post position.

But that wasn't a problem; Aleix and Rodrigo were both very close to the far post, so they could simply run there after Bruno took the corner kick.

He raised his right hand!

Far post!

Aleix in the penalty area realized what was happening and hurriedly moved toward the far post position.

Pa!

Bruno delivered the corner kick.

Aleix was blocked out of position by Laguardia and couldn't make it to the far post in time!

He jumped from the central position, trying to reach the ball with his head!

He missed!

It's over!

That was Aleix's immediate reaction.

He knew Bacambu's positioning wasn't very good.

If he hadn't touched the ball, the team's corner kick attack would have come to nothing.

But for some reason, a sudden "Bang!" rang out from Aleix's right side.

And then...

The ball went in!

He quickly turned his head to look: Tang Ye was standing right at the far post position, still holding the follow-through motion of his volley shot!

"Gggggg——ooooooo——lllllll!!!!"

"Tang Tang Qiuwang's poaching goal!"

"Yellow Submarine has equalized the score!"

Wang Chao roared loudly into the microphone, nearly scaring the bean warriors in the livestream room to death.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Just moments ago!

Tang Ye's poaching volley inside the penalty area had helped the team equalize the score!

2:2!

Yellow Submarine had another chance!

Inside the penalty area, Tang Ye stood still.

Just now, he had suddenly slipped to the far post; the Alavés defenders hadn't even noticed this Yellow Submarine attacking midfielder who wasn't even 1.8 meters tall.

Then, he lifted his foot to meet Bruno's cross to the far post with a volley, directly sending the ball soaring into the top net of the goal.

"Tom!"

Aleix lifted Tang Ye up directly: "How did you appear here? Haha, how did you appear here!"

Aleix and Bacambu carried Tang Ye as they ran toward the corner flag on the right wing.

"Vamos!!!!"

Dongqiu Di live match report: Corner kick opportunity, Tang Ye scores directly with a volley, Yellow Submarine equalizes 2:2. Two-leg aggregate score still trailing by one goal.

The director showed a replay of the goal, while also making sure to replay Escrivá's actions at the moment of Tang Ye's goal.

Yellow Submarine's head coach jumped straight up from the substitutes' bench, so excited that he rushed right past the sideline of the pitch!

Being two goals down with only 10 minutes left was extremely difficult, with almost no hope.

But now it was only one goal down with 10 minutes left.

Yellow Submarine had a complete and total chance!

Tom's poaching had brought new hope to the team!

【Damn, this is f*cking thrilling, holy sh*t, isn't this better to watch than El Clásico?】

【I told you, Tang Tang Qiuwang always steps up at critical moments.】

【With this kind of positioning and poaching ability, it's a real pity he doesn't play as a striker...】

【Tang Ye, Little Goat!】

【Feels like there's another chance.】

After Gómez scored Alavés' second goal, the number of viewers in the livestream room began to slowly decline; by now, nearly 20% had left.

But it didn't matter. After Tang Ye scored Yellow Submarine's second goal, the number of viewers in the livestream room rapidly began to rebound; by the 85th minute of the match, the real-time audience count in the livestream room had directly reached the peak for this entire game.

Nearly 250,000 people were watching!

And that was just from Wang Chao's single livestream room!

The fans now had only one question.

Could Yellow Submarine advance?

The 86th minute!

"Fall back, fall back!"

"Watch the defensive line!"

"Watch the defensive line!"

"Mark your man! Left side, left side! Don't rush, don't rush!"

Pellegrino was just as anxious as Escribá.

The situation was now crystal clear: if Alavés held their lead until the referee blew the final whistle, they would defeat Villarreal on the strength of their first-leg advantage and advance directly to the semifinals!

!

And if Villarreal wanted to win, they had to score!

Slap!

A pass from Bruno in the backfield; Tang Ye turned and cushioned the ball with his chest.

The control was decent; after settling the ball to the ground, he began to turn.

Dribble forward!

At the same time, his eyes scanned constantly!

An opportunity ahead!

"There!"

Tang Ye pointed to an empty space upfield, and Alai immediately sprinted toward it.

At that moment, Tang Ye focused intensely, seizing a tiny gap between Laguardia and Manu García.

Slap!

【De Bruyne Curved Through Ball Lv4: Realistic】

Proficiency: 190/1000

Tang Ye's through ball flew between Laguardia and García, bounced off the ground, and rolled right to Alai.

It was an excellent pass; Alai controlled the ball with ease.

Immediately followed by a push shot!

Goal!

The away fans in the stands had already begun roaring, but strangely, neither Alai nor Tang Ye—the scorer and the assister—started celebrating.

Glance toward the corner flag.

The linesman raised his flag!

At the exact moment Tang Ye passed to Alai, the Villarreal striker had crossed beyond Alavés' last defender.

It was an offside goal!

"Pah!"

Spitting his chewing gum into its wrapper, Tang Ye felt terrible inside.

He had already known Alai was offside when he made the pass, but he sent the ball anyway, just hoping to get lucky.

Because the offside line looks different from different angles, and Tang Ye was standing at the arc, his perception of the offside line wasn't necessarily accurate.

However... Villarreal's luck today was not good; Alai was indeed offside, beyond any dispute.

"I should have run earlier."

On the way back, Alai fist-bumped Tang Ye, filled with unspeakable regret.

He had failed to seize the chance to kill the match outright!

Tang Ye mimicked Bruno and patted Alai, then glanced at the board held by the fourth official.

88'

The stoppage time for this match was estimated to be no more than three minutes.

That meant Villarreal now had less than five minutes left!

Slap!

Goalkeeper Pacheco launched a long kick; after gaining possession upfield, Alavés did not rush their attack, choosing instead to keep the ball and build up slowly with short passes.

As long as they held on, they would win!

Alavés' approach made the Villarreal players on the pitch frantic; even the center-backs Musacchio and Ruiz occasionally pushed up to press.

"Check the fourth official; stoppage time is... two minutes!"

"Damn, why only two minutes of stoppage time? Can't they give us five?"

"We're done for, brothers..."

"Hey! Awesome! Damn!"

Camarasa dribbled around upfield, only for Rodri, working with Bruno, to steal the ball directly.

Camarasa was too greedy; he only thought of passing at the very last moment.

But by the time he had that idea, the ball was no longer at his feet!

"Go, go!"

Bruno was already tiring, so he proactively pushed the ball forward ahead of Rodri.

Rodri accelerated forward!

"Hurry, hurry!"

"Upfield, upfield, get forward quickly!"

Urged by Escribá, the Villarreal attackers upfield made rapid forward runs, trying to create as many passing options as possible for Rodri.

Meanwhile, Tang Ye, playing as the attacking midfielder, waited in the central position.

Rodri advanced with the ball at great speed; Llorente noticed Tang Ye's intention to receive a pass and immediately ran over.

Tang Ye tried to shake off Llorente, but after several failed attempts, he changed his approach, instructing Bacambu to move into the center while he himself ran to the right flank.

Snap!

The instant Tang Ye found space, Rodri delivered a precise through ball from his run straight to Tang Ye's feet.

Simply perfect!

"Here, here!"

After receiving the ball, Tang Ye called Bacambu back; Bacambu turned and ran directly toward Tang Ye, who then passed the ball back to him.

Originally, Tang Ye's plan had been to combine with Bacambu to reach the byline and cross, but after observing Alavés's penalty area, he had a Xin De Xiang Fa.

That was to run toward the center!

The position at the top of the arc offered a relatively good shooting opportunity!

Huff, huff!

Under the high-intensity match, Tang Ye's stamina was already becoming somewhat unsustainable.

This was very likely Villarreal's last attack; they absolutely had to seize this chance!

On the sidelines, in a spot the director hadn't noticed, Escrivá pulled his hands out of his pockets and clasped them tightly together before his chest.

Bacambu reached the area near the byline, locked in a stalemate with Theo Hernández.

With a feint, he spotted Tang Ye at the top of the arc, arm outstretched, calling for the ball!

A reverse triangle pass, delivered straight!

Here it comes!

Tang Ye extended his left foot, kicking the ball toward the central position!

At that moment, Ely inside the penalty area rushed out, attempting to block Tang Ye!

After a moment's thought, Tang Ye made a rather bold choice.

He nudged the ball slightly to the left!

He surged forward!

He swung his leg!

Escrivá's heart turned cold.

Was he still going to take a reckless shot at a time like this?

The penalty area was damn well packed with people!

Snap!

【De Bruyne Long-Range Curved Shot Lv5: Replication】

Proficiency: 0

Tang Ye's left-footed curved shot flew past Ely's right hand, rising over Laguardia's head.

It continued to ascend, flying toward the unreachable corner at the top left of the goal.

Pacheco moved laterally.

His form today was excellent.

This ball must—

He jumped, stretching out his hand to reach for it.

Well, he couldn't touch it!

"I... damn..."

"Goal!"

"Tang Ye's world-class strike!"

"Tang Ye's world-class strike finds the unreachable corner!"

Creak—

Wang Chao stood up from his gaming chair, grabbed the mechanical keyboard from his desk, and began hammering on it wildly: "Bang, bang, bang!"

"Haha!"

Tang Ye spread his arms wide; the fatigue accumulated from his earlier running was almost instantly devoured.

"Tom!"

The voices of Sansone and Bacambu came from the left flank.

More were coming from behind!

Costa was there too!

Rodri and Bruno were also there!

They were right behind Tang Ye!

【You have obtained Counterattack Points *15】

【Brace achieved; you have obtained an additional Counterattack Points *15】

【Offensive Opportunity Created +1】

【Offensive Opportunities Created Count: 13/18】

Five more times were needed to complete the chest upgrade quest, but Tang Ye no longer cared.

Accelerate!

Continue accelerating!

The faster you run, the farther you slide!

Boom!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!"

Tang Ye stood up from the ground; just then, Rodri and Sansone hugged him around the neck from behind. Tang Ye dragged the two of them a step toward the stands, then roared.

"Vamos!!!!"

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: 91st minute, Tang Ye scores directly with a world-beater into the far corner; Villarreal overturns Alavés 3:2.

"Huff, huff huff..."

The tense emotion made Escrivá's brain mistakenly believe he was facing a survival crisis; adrenaline kept secreting, causing the Yellow Submarine manager's body to tremble uncontrollably on the spot.

Tang Ye's world-beater gave the Yellow Submarine a 3:2 lead in the second leg!

In the first leg, the Yellow Submarine had lost 1:2 to Alavés.

Does that mean it is now tied 4:4?

No, actually it is not like that!

Escrivá had the Yellow Submarine players on the bench prepare for celebration in advance.

The first-leg match was played at the Estadio de la Cerámica; Alavés scored two goals, so they have two away goals.

The second-leg match was played at Alavés' home ground; the Yellow Submarine scored three goals—one by Aleix and two by Tang Ye.

The Yellow Submarine has three away goals.

3 > 2.

By virtue of the away-goals advantage, the Yellow Submarine won this two-legged quarterfinal.

It's Tom!

Tom calculated all of this long ago!

"Vamos!"

Facing the team bench, Escrivá raised both hands like the letter "V."

This represented victory!

【Damn, awesome!】

【Who still doesn't believe in Tang Ye now? Step forward!】

【Poaching plus a long-range shot straight into the dead corner—Master, are you sure you're a midfielder...】

【An attacking midfielder is "forward," a striker is also "forward"; it's all the same, all the same.】

【Invincible! So with 3:2, the Yellow Submarine advances directly, right? Awesome...】

Just then, the neighboring match between Real Madrid and Celta also ended; the second leg finished in a draw, and ultimately Celta advanced by virtue of their aggregate score advantage over the two legs.

They are the Yellow Submarine's opponent in the semifinals!

In the camera frame, the Yellow Submarine players were still celebrating; Tang Ye had just broken free and was preparing to return to his position when Bruno grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back.

"Isn't it time for kickoff?"

"Waste time, waste time, Tom!"

Bruno pulled Tang Ye back into the very center of the crowd.

The goal-scorer of the decisive goal deserves the highest level of celebration treatment!

For deliberately wasting time, Bruno received a yellow card from the referee.

But it no longer mattered.

The players slowly walked toward their respective positions; the home stands fell silent, while the away stands, though smaller in number, were anything but.

"Villarreal!"

Boom! Boom!

"Villarreal!"

Boom! Boom!

The Yellow Submarine fans were brimming with passion!

"We're going to the semifinals!"

The away fans in the stands shouted loudly at the home fans.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle.

Two minutes of stoppage time had been added; the match time was now 90+3 minutes. The referee gave Alavés half a minute, and in their final rush, their shot was headed clear by Ruiz.

"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"

(End of chapter)