Chapter 204: Those Loyal to God Will Receive Their Future, Ale Scores a Hat-trick!

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Strootman with the assist, Dzeko scores twice, Roma equalizes!

【Oh no, Villarreal has lost its rhythm.】

【Roma's attack is so fluid; Villarreal really should learn from them.】

【Brothers, where is the Tang Ye you guys talked about? I can't see him anywhere.】

【Tang Ye↑ can't even touch the ball, let alone the man~ invisible↑ and traceless~~~】

【Rodri's ability is actually decent, but his awareness is truly lacking; Ruiz and Rodri are completely not on the same page.】

Today, nearly four million people are watching this match via CCTV, and the moment Roma equalized, the comment section on Check Dongqiu Di exploded.

The live report of that goal received over 1,500 comments in just two minutes.

The 2-2 scoreline is currently a major source of worry for Chinese fans.

Of course, besides this scoreline, there is another thing that fans are extremely worried about.

Roma is gaining momentum!

If this continues, they are very likely to crush Villarreal right here in their away stadium!

This is terrible!

Tang Ye walked slowly across the pitch, the roaring of the home fans filling his ears.

And, of course, the voice of head coach Escrivá.

"Mark your man! You can't leave the arc unguarded!"

"Why is the position for number 92 empty!"

Trigueros still finds it a bit difficult to shoulder such heavy responsibilities.

If captain Bruno had started as the defensive midfielder today, Roma probably wouldn't have been able to score that goal!

The match reached the 63rd minute, at which point Spalletti made his first substitution of the game.

Salah came on to replace the outstanding El Shaarawy!

Paredes came on to replace the equally outstanding Nainggolan!

To be honest, this substitution choice surprised Escrivá somewhat.

Both El Shaarawy and Nainggolan were in good form, yet Spalletti chose to substitute both of them off around the 60-minute mark.

Roma was playing in a 3-4-2-1 formation, and Spalletti's substitution essentially completely refreshed their attacking midfield line!

An ominous feeling surged into Escrivá's mind.

But since it was not yet clear what exactly Spalletti intended to do, Escrivá could only instruct the players on the bench to warm up and stand by.

"Watch the rhythm! Watch the rhythm!"

"Look forward!"

"Tom tom tom tom tom!"

The match reached the 68th minute!

Roma kept possession in the attacking third, forcing Tang Ye to run back if he wanted any chance of receiving the ball.

Now Tang Ye had run back.

The main reason Tang Ye disliked standing in the defensive third was that defending required him to cover four directions simultaneously.

Keeping track of four directions at once was slightly taxing on the brain, but Tang Ye had to do it because it was his habit when defending.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

First, mark Strootman tightly, not giving this guy any chance to receive the ball.

Then, pointing at Paredes, he signaled Rodri to press up quickly.

Rodri and Ruiz were tasked with enclosing Paredes and De Rossi, but after a few very quick, short-range passes by the opposing attackers, Rodri was left completely confused about what to do.

The deficiency in match experience exposed a serious problem.

This was Rodri's first year playing matches against top-tier teams!

Coincidentally, Roma's front line was exceptionally skilled at extracting the ball out of tight pressing situations.

Helpless, Tang Ye decided after some thought to abandon marking Strootman and come over to help.

But it was already too late to make any difference; after receiving the ball inside the penalty area, Dzeko passed back to Salah.

The camera cut to Salah; he transferred the ball from his left foot to his right, a lightning-fast move that instantly shook off Musacchio in front of him, before finishing with a final push shot to score.

A goal by Salah!

Roma not only equalized the score.

They immediately took the lead!

"Woow!"

"Salahhhh!!!!"

The fans in the away stand were going wild.

Last summer, Roma bought Salah from Chelsea for a price of 15 million euros.

Judging by the ability Salah has displayed so far, this transfer was an absolute steal!

"Damn it!"

Escrivá violently punched the air.

Ever since learning that the opposing head coach was bald, the Spaniard's spirits had not been very high.

Now he realized that Spalletti was indeed very strong!

Just a few minutes ago, this clever substitution had directly seized Villarreal by the throat!

The camera cut to Ale at the very front; for this defensive play, the Villarreal center forward had already dropped back to a very deep position.

Ale stood with his hands on his hips.

Although not a devout Christian, Alai felt he ought to be very loyal to God.

Why wasn't God on Villarreal's side today!

After the 70th minute, Escrivá also made his substitution.

After making the substitution, Escrivá sat back down in his chair.

He glanced at the laptop resting on Martí's thigh.

The data on the computer showed that Villarreal's disadvantage was growing ever larger, with very little possibility of winning now.

"Phew..."

Letting out a long breath, Escrivá calmed his mind.

Truth be told, fighting on three fronts—the Europa League, the Copa del Rey, and La Liga—was a bit too strenuous for a non-elite team like Villarreal.

They didn't have a deep substitute roster like Barcelona or Real Madrid!

Looking at it this way...

Maybe giving up on the slim hopes of the Europa League wasn't such a bad choice?

"Wow!"

The sudden roar from Sansone behind him startled the pondering Escrivá, causing the mineral water bottle in his hand to fly straight out.

Realizing what had happened, Escrivá quickly stood up to look at the pitch.

For some reason, Cheryshev, who had just come on as a substitute, immediately found himself with a one-on-one opportunity.

Right now, he was sprinting fast toward Roma's goal!

"Oh!!!"

The cheers from the stands swelled even louder; Escrivá rushed quickly to the sideline.

Although the position where Cheryshev received the ball was somewhat incredible, he should at least watch this one-on-one play out first.

Cheryshev!

Can he pull it off!

"The Roma goalkeeper is coming out!"

"Alisson!"

"Another one-on-one; Alisson is indeed under huge pressure today."

"Let's see how Cheryshev handles it!"

"Slowing down, shooting directly!"

"Beautiful!"

"This one's in!"

"Goooooaaaaalllll!!!"

After scoring, Cheryshev was extremely excited, sprinting quickly toward the corner flag.

Knee slide!

Jumping up!

"Vamos!!!"

"Damn..."

Escrivá shook his hands; his previously gloomy face now broke into a smile.

He turned to look at the big screen.

To see exactly how Cheryshev had gotten hold of the ball!

This was a counter-attack opportunity for Villarreal from their own half; Rodríguez redeemed himself with a pass, sending a half-volley directly forward to Alai, who then passed it to... Tang Ye!

"..."

Escrivá clapped his hands.

The replay hadn't even finished, but he could already guess what would happen next.

Tang Ye would definitely not control the ball, but instead send a through pass straight forward immediately.

He looked at the replay on the big screen.

Eh, just as expected!

"Haha."

The smile on Escrivá's face grew even brighter.

He could feel that he had caught up with Tom's rhythm!

Hmm...

Something seemed slightly off?

It was Tom who had caught up with Escrivá's rhythm!

He knew what Escrivá wanted him to do!

【You have obtained 10 Counterattack Points.】

【Assisting for the second goal, you obtain an additional 10 Counterattack Points.】

So satisfying!

He also checked the system.

After completing that pass just now, Tang Ye's proficiency in 【Curved Through Pass】 had reached 220 points.

However, leveling this thing from Lv4 to Lv5 required a whopping 1000 proficiency points.

Although the difference between "Realistic" and "Replicated" was just some precision, "Realistic" was ultimately merely imitation.

Only when the skill reached Lv5 "Replicated" could it unleash the true capabilities of the Growth Template!

"Keep going!"

"Keep it up!"

The Yellow Submarine players gathered near the corner flag, encouraging one another.

It was now the 76th minute of the match, with the score tied at 3:3.

Either team could still win.

Absolute concentration was required at this moment!

This was the Estadio de la Cerámica; only Villarreal could claim victory here.

"Huff... huff..."

Tang Ye walked while gasping for breath.

Having participated in multiple defensive runs today, his stamina was depleting faster than expected.

Sharp-eyed Aleix noticed this and approached: "Tom, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Tang Ye waved his hand.

It just meant he couldn't pretend to be a striker anymore; making a few passes wasn't a major problem.

Aleix could obviously read Tang Ye's thoughts, so he patted his shoulder: "It's fine, just pass to me; you don't need to run too much."

With that, Aleix moved away.

Cheryshev stepped up: "Tom, just pass to me. Give me the signal; I just came on, so I'm running fast."

Cheryshev left.

Bakambu walked over.

Tang Ye:?

"Tom!"

Bakambu slapped Tang Ye on the back: "My stamina is still good. Just point out a receiving position for me, and I'll get there quickly. Even though I haven't scored, my shooting touch feels decent today." You've only taken two shots, and both went wide; why claim your shooting touch is decent?

Tang Ye stared with wide eyes.

Forget analyzing what Bakambu just said.

He could feel that the morale of the team's three forwards was currently very high.

The Yellow Submarine had a chance!

A 3:3 scoreline was not the end; they could still win this match!

The match entered the period after the 80th minute!

"Yellow Submarine! Yellow Submarine!"

At this moment, the home-field advantage manifested itself; the Yellow Submarine players gradually regained their momentum.

The fans' chanting didn't help Tang Ye much, but it certainly boosted the condition of the other ten Yellow Submarine players.

Yet that wasn't the most critical factor.

The most critical thing was that the Yellow Submarine players on the pitch were slowly finding their rhythm!

Tom's rhythm!

Whenever the Yellow Submarine players lost direction, they would pass the ball to Tang Ye; at such moments, Tang Ye's calm thinking ability would shine through.

!

Tang Ye played very steadily; he wouldn't...

"He went straight for the shot!"

"Just a little off!"

"Tang Ye's curled shot sailed over the crossbar!"

Outside the penalty area, Tang Ye covered his face with both hands.

"Damn..."

"It's fine, it's fine! Good shot, good shot!"

Escrivá encouraged his teammates on the pitch.

What bullshit about abandoning the Europa League to focus on the league.

If we can win, why wouldn't we!

Keep it up, Tom!

No.

Keep it up, Villarreal!

The match reached the 86th minute!

The Yellow Submarine earned a corner kick; before taking it, Aleix took a deep breath and silently prayed in his heart.

However, God seemed not to have heard Aleix's plea.

This corner attack by the Yellow Submarine failed again!

90'

Regular time had ended; the camera focused on the fourth official standing before the player tunnel.

The fourth official displayed the amount of stoppage time.

Four minutes!

A significant amount of added time; this presented a great opportunity for both the Yellow Submarine and Roma!

90+2'

"Tang Ye's position is currently quite deep..."

Roma pushed their attacking line very high, so Villarreal once again found themselves with a counter-attacking opportunity.

Having already completed the long pass to send the ball into the attacking third, Tang Ye was now rushing forward himself.

But the clash in the attacking third had already erupted!

Boom!

Lu Lu Dige kicked away Cheryshev's pushed shot, sending the ball straight back to the midfield area.

Crack!

The ball landed near the center circle, right in front of Tang Ye.

Hm?

Tang Ye's eyes lit up; he raised his left hand and pointed toward Roma's goal.

!!!

Haller, who had just turned to retreat, spun around again and sprinted directly into the penalty box!

Tang Ye swung his left leg out, planting it as if stabbing into the grass.

He let the ball roll naturally onto his instep, then struck it out!

Crack!

【Proficiency threshold reached. You have obtained De Bruyne Standard Long Pass Lv1: Imitation.】

【De Bruyne Standard Long Pass Lv1: Imitation → De Bruyne Standard Long Pass Lv3: Simulation.】

Proficiency: 400/650

A new growth template had suddenly activated.

It felt extremely comfortable, but Tang Ye's attention was not on the system right now.

His eyes were fixed firmly on the long pass he had just delivered!

"Tang Ye, did he pass it directly?"

"So decisive!"

"The placement is very advanced!"

Inside the penalty box, every nerve and muscle in Haller's body was tensed.

He already had two goals.

If he scored another one, that would mean...

He arrived in the six-yard box!

However, this position was still slightly unsuitable for receiving the ball!

He ran further toward the right post!

This was about right; Haller turned, tightening his core.

Standing at the position of the right post, he headed the ball straight toward the goal frame!

"Boom!"

It was a header from extremely close range.

Alisson had no chance to react!

"Goal!"

"Goal!"

"Haller!"

"This is Haller's third goal of the match!"

"A hat-trick from Haller!"

"4:3!"

"Villarreal has taken the lead!"

In the camera shot, Haller's facial muscles bulged.

If not for his skin color obscuring the view, viewers in the livestream should have been able to see the blood vessels in his face engorged with blood.

He was extremely excited right now!

Those loyal to God will receive the future that belongs to them.

But this God cannot be chosen arbitrarily, because some gods indeed do not bother to pay attention to people.

Haller knew clearly who his God was; his God was the best among all gods, and this was the secret to his consistent success.

Tom was always there; He was right behind Haller!

"Wo!!!"

Haller's last-minute hat-trick sent the atmosphere at the Estadio de la Cerámica to a climax. Tang Ye was already feeling a bit tired, yet he was still doing his utmost to run toward the attacking third.

"Sebastian, here I come!"

"Wait for me!"

【You have obtained 10 Counterattack Points.】

【Assist hat-trick. You have obtained an additional 40 Counterattack Points.】

Reaching the corner flag on the right flank, Haller hugged both Tang Ye and Bakambu in his arms.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready, Sebastian."

"3, 2..."

"Vamos!"

Musacchio, charging up from behind, jumped onto Tang Ye, and a furious roar interrupted Haller's countdown.

"Haha!"

"Vamos!!!"

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: 93rd minute, Tang Ye delivers a 44-meter long pass assist straight to the goal line, Ale scores with a header to complete his hat-trick!

【Un... unbelievable】

【As expected, I knew Tang Tang Qiuwang would definitely step up at the most critical moment】

【It wasn't the 91st minute?】

【Tang Ye~~ an overhead ball, kicking the ball until it vanished... Goal!】

After watching that pass just now, the fans in the live stream had only one feeling.

The pitch, over 100 meters long, seemed no bigger than the palm of a hand in Tang Ye's eyes.

He could send the ball to any spot on the field whenever he wanted!

"I saw it, I saw your gesture"

Ale laughed heartily, his powerful hand slapping against Tang Ye's back.

Tang Ye turned and walked backward toward his own half: "I knew you could see it"

"Villarreal!"

"Villarreal!"

The cheers from the stands in the spectator area continued to swell; only at this moment did Spalletti finally sit back down in his spot on the substitutes' bench.

Because he knew Roma had no chance in this match.

Half a minute of stoppage time had already passed; as soon as Dzeko kicked the ball out, the match would be over!

The Yellow Submarine had gored the Roman Gladiators to death!

"Beep, beep-beep——!!!"

Check Dongqiu Di match report: Yellow Submarine 4:3, coming from behind to overturn Roma and secure the first leg of the Round of 16; Ale scores a hat-trick, Tang Ye records a hat-trick of assists plus an unbelievable 44-meter long pass.

【I declare that Villarreal has already locked in the Europa League championship】

【Manchester United, Lyon, Ajax:?】

【If Manchester United and Lyon can't beat them, isn't Ajax just easy prey?】

【As everyone knows, the Eredivisie's three giants are merely Tom's toys】

【Villarreal is taking off!】

After the match ended, Escrivá came to the press conference room as per usual.

Reporters asked him two questions, the first being about the Europa League: given the heavy schedule, how has Villarreal decided to approach this season's Europa League matches?

This question was very easy to answer; whether it was Escrivá or the club's upper management, they all agreed that the Yellow Submarine needed to strive for a good ranking in this season's Europa League.

Barring any unexpected events, this should be the strongest season for the Yellow Submarine in recent years.

Of course, it is also the strongest season for the years to come.

Then there was the matter of the Copa del Rey.

"This year's Copa del Rey final is starting very early; will this affect your performance in the final?"

Although Spanish football reporters always like to make things difficult for people, their understanding of football is still quite something.

The Yellow Submarine had just emerged from a period of tactical reform, and their current form had not yet reached its peak.

Suddenly facing Barcelona in a Copa del Rey final at this time meant not only great pressure for the Yellow Submarine's players and coach, but also immense pressure for the fans!

This was the first time in Villarreal's history that they had reached a Copa del Rey final; if they didn't perform well, it would be truly regrettable.

Escrivá stared directly into the camera: "I believe we are prepared. The Copa del Rey final is very important to us, and of course, it is the same for Barcelona. I cannot guarantee that we will win the final, but I can guarantee that it will be a very wonderful match"

Bernabéu Stadium, Royal Submarine versus Barcelona; one can only say that this match simply cannot fail to be exciting!

(End of chapter)