Chapter 218: King's Cup Final, Yellow Submarine vs. Barça! (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

"Our opponent today is very strong, that is beyond doubt, but I need to tell you, just as I have emphasized to you many times before, this season's Villarreal is qualified to defeat any team, including Real Madrid and Barcelona."

Escrivá paced back and forth in the center of the locker room.

The impending major match made the atmosphere in the locker room extremely tense; even Tang Ye was not making any small moves now, staying in his seat and pricking up his ears to listen to Mr. Ferran speak.

"Messi, Neymar, Suárez, the super-strong MSN combination, they will bring great pressure to our defense."

Escrivá quickly moved the magnetic flags on the tactical board, setting up the status of every player on the field when Barcelona was in deep attack.

There were only 22 magnetic flags on the tactical board in total, so Tang Ye simply memorized the entire tactical board.

"It's roughly like this; of course, I'm not asking you to memorize the tactical board, that's impossible to do, I wouldn't demand that strictly of you."

Escrivá extended his index finger, then slowly moved it to point at Villarreal's penalty area on the tactical board: "The key point is that during defense, MSN has excellent small-space technique; at this time we need compact defense, defenders closing the distance with their teammates to reduce their operating space. Especially the center forward Suárez, you must pay attention to his footwork, do not rashly step up to challenge, maintaining the formation is the most important thing."

Tang Ye blinked twice at Musacchio, who smiled in response.

Earlier on the train, Tang Ye had already spoken to Musacchio about Suárez.

He hadn't expected Mr. Ferran to mention it before the match as well.

Tom is simply a divine calculator, isn't he!

Escrivá spoke in the center for about 20 minutes; after finishing, he pushed the tactical board aside and told the players to come to the middle.

"Can I lead the chant?"

Tang Ye rubbed his hands together.

"Of course."

Escrivá gave up his central position, and Bruno was the first to place his hand in the middle: "Guys, this match will be difficult, but Tom will bring us good luck; remember that 16.2-pound sea bass from the day before yesterday? That represents the fate of our match today, we will have very good luck."

Escrivá expressed agreement with this: "Yes, Messi doesn't have the luck to catch a 16-pound big fish, but Tom does."

"It was the fish that everyone caught together, which we ate together that night."

Tang Ye corrected him.

That sea bass was the luck of the entire Villarreal team, it belonged to everyone together.

"Hurry, hurry, Mateo, you're the last one, Ma Ti come too."

Tang Ye urged his teammates.

"Okay, perfect."

3, 2, 1...

The sound of players taking deep breaths echoed in the locker room.

"Vamos Villarreal!"

Bang!

Bruno kicked open the large door of the locker room.

Happy Livestream Room.

"Okay, okay, brothers, today is the King's Cup final; I posted a preview in the group last night."

"I won't introduce the background of the two teams, anyway, today's match will definitely be wonderful."

"Tang Ye! The great Tang Tang Qiuwang, he will launch an assault on his first cup championship in Spain!"

"Does the streamer have any predictions..."

Seeing the bullet comments, Wang Chao smiled.

This happened to hit his area of expertise.

"For today's match, I favor Villarreal to win outright, and then Tang Ye chewing gum 8 times in a single match."

"Both of these directions are relatively safe."

"5 times chewing gum? You must be a fake fan; Tang Ye usually has 4 in the first half and 4 in the second half, unless he's substituted off right at the start of the second half, otherwise it's absolutely 8 times. Anyone saying 5 times is a fake fan who doesn't understand football."

【When playing against Real Madrid before, Tang Tang Qiuwang chewed 11 pieces of gum in one match, what do you say about this wave?】

【That was an unexpected situation, right? But the odds for over 10 are quite high, you could try it.】

【Tom chewing gum 8 times in a single match, full odds!】

【Why not open a betting market for hand-rubbing? I remember some brothers in the livestream have specifically studied Tang Tang Qiuwang's hand-rubbing.】

【I suggest buying 4 times chewing gum for the first half, and after collecting the winnings, buy 4 times for the second half, that way you earn a bit more.】

【Making money is actually secondary in the end; I just want to see Tang Tang Qiuwang lift the cup. Of course, it would be best if we could watch it in a foot bath shop.】

"A betting market for hand-rubbing? I feel a market for hand-rubbing should be available in a few weeks; those gambling dogs abroad are very efficient."

"Eh, here they come, here they come!"

The camera turned to the player tunnel, and Wang Chao immediately sat up straight.

"You can see, currently on the screen, um... move it a bit, move it a bit."

"Damn it, why film Messi, what's so good about filming Messi?"

"Oh, here he comes!"

"You can see, the one currently on the screen is Villarreal's number 10, Tang Tang Qiuwang! He is ready, chewing gum in his mouth, okay, already completed 1/8."

A fake Ball King: The director gives a single-person 10-second camera shot.

A real Ball King: Chewing gum directly affects the betting odds.

Walking out of the locker room, Tang Ye unsurprisingly received a mission from the system.

【You have received a new mission: Destroy the Universe.】

【In 2039, one week after just celebrating your 38th birthday, you encountered Barcelona in the King's Cup final; this is a very sad thing, because you might miss your first Spanish cup championship since coming out of retirement due to an overly powerful opponent. The good news is that Barcelona is currently in a weakening phase. This is the best time to bully them!】

【This mission has three completion levels.】

1. Flee in panic; after defeating Barcelona, secretly withdraw from the Bernabéu Stadium by bus. Reward: Barcelona La Masia Youth Training Template.

2. Evenly matched...

3. Cooperating with the Real Madrid fans at the Bernabéu Stadium to enter Real Madrid's "Submarine Mode," decisively defeating Barcelona...

Still three completely different rewards.

What Tang Ye will gain after this match depends entirely on the result of the game.

Copa del Rey champion + Barcelona Legend Chest!

This is Tang Ye's goal!

"..."

"The match has begun! Let me first introduce the starting lineups for both teams."

"First, the home team, Yellow Submarine, Real Submarine—no need to introduce them."

"The away team, Barcelona, has a somewhat high squad value, but don't worry; Barcelona's value is inflated. Yellow Submarine's value is the one with real substance."

Barcelona (4-3-3)

Goalkeeper: ter Stegen

Defenders: Roberto, Piqué, Umtiti, Digne

Midfielders: Rakitić, Busquets, Iniesta

Forwards: Messi, Suárez, Neymar

Head Coach: Enrique

Aside from injured players, Barcelona has also fielded their strongest starting lineup.

Just like Yellow Submarine!

The broadcast camera focuses on Yellow Submarine's number 10, walking around the pitch observing.

The strongest player is already in the formation!

"Damn, can't get the ball!"

Tang Ye cursed under his breath; those two guys, Busquets and Rakitić, just kept hovering around him.

"Get lost!"

Tang Ye pushed Busquets away, but the next second he was back again, reaching out to grope around Tang Ye's chest.

"..."

Escribá glanced at Enrique beside him.

Worthy of a top-club manager; he actually discovered Yellow Submarine's core tactic after just one match.

Enrique's powerful observational ability made Escribá feel a slight bit of pressure.

Let's take another look at the situation on the field.

Barcelona really wants to engage Yellow Submarine in an open attacking battle, while Yellow Submarine's players are defending cautiously as Escribá requested.

Hmm, still quite stable!

"Villarreal!"

"Villarreal!"

The voices came from Yellow Submarine fans.

For this neutral-venue match, the Spanish Football Federation allocated 40,000 tickets each to Yellow Submarine and Barcelona; any remaining tickets were for neutral spectators.

Forty thousand actually exceeds the total capacity of the Cerámica Stadium; honestly, if not for Yellow Submarine's sky-high performance this season, those 40,000 away tickets would definitely not have sold out.

Yellow Submarine fans are cheering for the home team on the field.

As for Barcelona fans...

For some reason, they suddenly started arguing with the Real Madrid fans in the neutral stands, so they currently have no time to cheer for their team.

Slap! Slap!

A combination play from Rakitić and Suárez ends with Rakitić dribbling toward the right-wing byline.

Rodri certainly didn't want to surrender the midfield defensive line, but Rakitić was running truly a bit too fast, forcing Rodri merely to jockey for position on the flank.

Preventing Rakitić from passing the ball too easily is exactly what Rodri is doing now.

Already nearing the byline, Rakitić suddenly steps on the ball and turns, causing Rodri to overshoot completely.

"Watch the center!"

Tang Ye shouted; at that moment, Rakitić kicked the ball directly to Messi, who had moved up to support.

Messi then passes to Neymar!

"Oh, a very quick combination!"

"Barcelona's form today is a little bit good."

"This is getting a bit uncomfortable; let's see how Yellow Submarine defends."

Neymar dribbles toward the right edge of the penalty area, with Ruiz closely watching him.

Neymar first does a few step-overs!

Another feint to shake his marker!

But it's useless!

He passes back to Rakitić, who has run over to support!

Rakitić shoots immediately!

It looks like a chip into the box intended for Suárez.

Actually, it's for Messi, who has suddenly surged into the far post position!

Messi extends his foot to stick to the ball, his body swaying back and forth, giving the impression he wants to dribble past someone, yet he doesn't move.

The camera zooms in; Messi suddenly shifts the ball from his right foot to his left.

Cruyff turn!

But it's only the half-speed version!

Gaspar reacted quickly and hurriedly followed Messi.

Messi passes directly into the inverted triangle!

This was a combination between Messi and Suárez; the moment Messi initiated his Cruyff turn, Suárez dropped back into the inverted triangle position.

He receives the ball and turns!

!!!

Asenjo is under immense pressure, while Musacchio charges straight at Suárez.

Suárez uses his body to shield off Musacchio!

He turns and shoots directly!

"Gooooooolllll!!!"

"Goal!"

"Suárez! A direct shot after turning!"

"The speed is incredible!" "The goalkeeper had absolutely no time to react!"

Suárez's speed in transitioning from the turn to the shot was simply too fast!

Of course, the main reason was his excellent first touch.

With his very first touch, he kicked the ball precisely to a spot where he could shoot immediately after turning!

"Suárez scores, 1-0! Barcelona takes the lead!"

It was the 20th minute of the match; after scoring, Suárez quickly slid on his knees toward the sideline.

"You should have followed him when he dropped back!"

Asenjo shouted furiously at Musacchio.

Musacchio's attention had been drawn away by Messi, causing him to fail to mark Suárez.

Musacchio made a mistake!

"This is tough..."

While the Barcelona players were celebrating, Rodri turned to look at Tang Ye beside him.

!

Tang Ye had been marking Busquets' position; he had done his utmost in this defensive play.

"Huu..."

Exhaling a long breath, he looked at the live score of "0-1" displayed on the big screen and felt the pressure mounting.

The match continues!

"Villarreal!"

"Xuuuu—!!!"

"Villarreal!"

"Xuuu—!!!"

In such crucial matches, fans on both sides are generally quite anxious.

The leading side will absolutely mock the trailing side!

"Focus!"

Escribá shouted loudly to the players on the field.

Barcelona's dominance on the field was becoming increasingly obvious, something the Yellow Submarine's head coach did not want to see.

25'

VCF: 39%

FCB: 61%

A 20-percentage-point lead in possession indirectly indicated that Villarreal was currently playing uncomfortably.

Entering the 27th minute!

Tang Ye received the ball in the central area.

There was no one marking him on the flank for the moment, but Tang Ye hadn't found any good opportunities either.

Rakitić ran toward Tang Ye!

He had to pass the ball!

Pa!

【De Bruyne Curved Through Ball Lv4: Realistic】

Proficiency: 239/1000

The through ball accurately found Bacambu at the bottom of the right flank.

"Beautiful!"

Escribá shouted out.

It still had to be Tom!

Hold your breath and watch the attack!

Bacambu stretched out his foot to kick the ball forward!

Villarreal's attack was fierce!

Continuing down the line!

Digne hurriedly followed up.

Tang Ye moved to the top of the arc; he wanted to receive Bakambu's cutback, but Barcelona's defenders clearly would not give him an easy chance to get the ball.

As soon as he reached the vicinity of the arc, Tang Ye immediately encountered Busquets!

Damn it!

Tang Ye used his body to bump Busquets, but unfortunately, it yielded no result.

Slap!

Bakambu passed the ball to Gaspar, who then dribbled toward the center!

Tang Ye still tried to move over, but Busquets simply refused to give him any opportunity to receive the ball.

With no other choice, since going alone wasn't working, Tang Ye could only call for support!

Hands behind his back, Sansone quickly ran toward Tang Ye.

"Go receive it!"

Tang Ye shouted; Sansone ran directly toward Gaspar, while Tang Ye moved toward the left flank.

Constrained by Sansone's inward cut, Busquets could no longer continue marking Tang Ye.

Just then, Tang Ye seized the opportunity on the left flank.

"Quick, quick, quick!"

Rodri urged; Gaspar seized this moment, playing a very fast through-ball directly into the space in front of Tang Ye.

He extended his left foot to stop the ball!

Roberto was running toward him!

At this moment, Tang Ye had to make a very decisive choice!

And his choice was... to cut inside!

"Tang Tang Qiuwang! He's cutting inside on his own!"

"Tang Ye has the ability to curl the ball into the far corner after cutting inside, but the distance is a bit too far right now!"

"Seems like there's no chance."

"Roberto is here!"

The adrenaline of the fans in the live stream skyrocketed.

Barcelona's high-intensity man-marking tactic in their own half put immense pressure on both the Yellow Submarine players and their fans!

Roberto arrived at the position beside Tang Ye!

Two days ago while playing a game, Tang Ye had encountered an opponent using Roberto's player card.

This guy was 178cm and 68kg; he didn't look very strong, but he had the advantage of age, and his bones were harder than Tang Ye's.

Bumping directly was definitely not going to work; at this moment, what mattered was strategy!

Glancing at Gaspar and Rodri behind him, Tang Ye feinted as if he were about to pass.

His body suddenly paused!

It had to be said that Roberto, as Barcelona's starting full-back, was indeed very quick in his reaction and rhythm.

Tang Ye's first use of the 【Zidane Rhythm Control Template】 did not create any opportunity for him.

He continued moving toward the center!

He disrupted the rhythm twice in succession!

This time, Roberto was left somewhat at a loss!

A familiar feeling!

Just like when Messi was in front of him during team training!

Tang Ye prepared to make his move!

Slap!

【De Bruyne Far-Corner Curling Shot Lv5: Replication】

Proficiency: 0

The ball speed was already very fast, but Tang Ye pursued the angle too much, causing his shot to graze the post and fly out.

"Hiss—"

Tang Ye lifted his jersey and bit down on it.

What a pity!

"Tang Tang Qiuwang!"

"Damn! It was just a hair's breadth away!"

Wang Chao clasped both hands behind his head.

The Yellow Submarine had missed the chance to equalize the score!

"It feels a bit uncomfortable, damn it, but it doesn't matter."

"This shot at least proves that the Yellow Submarine has a chance to beat Barcelona!"

Wang Chao's words served as a great comfort to the audience in the live stream.

Thinking carefully, currently both the Yellow Submarine and Barcelona had created an equal number of scoring opportunities.

It was just that Barcelona had converted theirs, while the Yellow Submarine had failed to do so.

"It's fine, it's fine, keep it up, keep it up!"

Escriba clapped quickly.

As the head coach, he also had to manage his own mindset properly!

The time reached the 38th minute of the first half!

Iniesta prepared to pass to Messi, when suddenly Messi shouted: "Behind!"

Iniesta wanted to turn his head to look, but was immediately slide-tackled by Tang Ye, who had rushed over from who knows where.

Fortunately, Tang Ye retracted his foot right after kicking the ball away.

Damn!

Iniesta, lying on the ground, was thoroughly startled.

At his age, if Tang Ye hadn't retracted his foot just now, he would probably be bedridden for several weeks.

Yellow Submarine launched a counterattack; Costa carried the ball rapidly forward down the left flank.

Tang Ye was running too!

"Costa, very fast!"

"..."

"There's a chance! There's a chance!"

Sansone passed the ball back in a triangle to Tang Ye, who flicked it to Rodriguez behind him: "Shoot directly!"

Bang!

Rodriguez was extremely decisive, unleashing a direct volley straight at Barcelona's goal.

However, Rodriguez's shooting skill was just as lacking as Tang Ye's; the shot was too central and was pushed away directly by goalkeeper ter Stegen.

A corner kick opportunity for Yellow Submarine!

Handed to captain Bruno!

Tang Ye stood at the edge of the penalty arc, with Roberto standing in front of him.

Looking at Roberto before him, Tang Ye thought of something and took a step to the left.

Roberto immediately followed.

Tang Ye took a step to the right.

Roberto immediately followed over.

"..."

"Brother, listen to me, don't keep staring at me; I'm just staying out here motionless, it's a huge loss for you to follow me."

"Brother, can you go back into the penalty area..."

Just as Tang Ye was talking to Roberto, Bruno took the corner kick.

Wow!

It's a chance!

Having made his judgment, Tang Ye ran slightly left, paused his rhythm, then suddenly changed direction to the right.

He bypassed Roberto and ran straight into the penalty area!

"Block the position!"

Tang Ye shouted, and Aleix immediately abandoned the idea of jumping for a header, instead blocking Umtiti and Digne to create space for Tang Ye.

Bruno's pass struck Tang Ye's chest.

A chest touch would not trigger the 【Fernandes First Touch Module】.

Tang Ye still had his first touch reserved!

"Shoot directly!"

"Goooooaaaaalllll!!!"

"Tang Ye's poaching inside the penalty area!"

"Is this a midfielder? Damn, is this really a midfielder!"

The loud "bang" was amplified by the on-site equipment and transmitted into the ears of fans watching the live stream.

Tom has equalized the score!

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(End of Chapter)