Chapter 219: No Observation, Just Blindly Kicking

Check Dongqiu Di pinned post: Copa del Rey final, Villarreal vs. Barcelona, first half in progress, current score 1:1, Suarez and Tang Ye have scored.

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Villarreal corner kick, Tang Ye rushes into the box to score, Villarreal equalizes the score.

【Coach E's tactics are also awesome, having the attacking midfielder rush into the box to score; ordinary people really wouldn't think of that.】

【Is there a possibility that he managed to score because my Tang Tang Qiuwang's finishing ability is relatively strong, and it has nothing to do with Coach E's tactics?】

【Are you kidding me? This is the great cooperation between Coach E and ggbond!】

【Roberto completely can't mark Tang Ye; can't we switch to someone stronger?】

"Roar——!!!"

Tang Ye, who had slid out on his knees, stood up just as a teammate rushed over from near the baseline, and they immediately embraced.

"Vamos!"

Villarreal really did equalize the score!

"Tom!!"

Aleix let out a fierce roar, took two steps forward, and directly pressed Tang Ye's head against his own chest.

It was exactly this feeling.

Villarreal truly had a chance to defeat Barcelona!

【You have obtained Counterattack Points *15】

【At the age of 39, you completed a header goal from a corner kick in a match against Barcelona; although Barcelona failed to register a powerful center-back due to financial issues, scoring against them during the Space Team's weak period is still a very commendable achievement.】

【Taking advantage of someone's distress, Counterattack Points -1】

【For the goal scored against Barcelona, you obtained extra Counterattack Points *5】

With one subtraction and one addition, Tang Ye obtained a total of 19 Counterattack Points.

For Tang Ye, who urgently needed Counterattack Points to upgrade his items, this was truly a good thing!

It was precisely the upgrade from 【Valdi Red Bull】 that gave Tang Ye a significant boost to his stamina attribute during the match.

Who says the item's effort isn't Tom's effort?

"Awesome! Tang Tang Qiuwang!"

The celebration had already ended, but Wang Chao was still shouting Tang Ye's real name loudly in the livestream room.

Ball King!

The director, who clearly understood how to create dramatic effect, immediately cut the camera to both head coaches after broadcasting the celebration.

Enrique was not feeling very comfortable right now!

Time reached the 42nd minute of the first half.

"Iniesta, a through ball directly to Messi!"

"Messi moves inside the box!"

"Damn, don't mess around, bro."

Messi received the ball near the box, and fans of both teams in the stands rose from their seats one after another.

Let's see what's happening!

A feint!

Ruiz is tracking him!

Messi passed the ball to Busquets, and Busquets passed it right back.

Messi accelerated and charged into the box!

Sensing something was wrong, Asenjo dove out directly, but Messi was still a step faster in speed, finishing with a left-footed push shot to score.

"Goooooooolllll!!!!"

From a small-scale combination play by Barcelona's front-line players, Messi scored his first goal of the match.

"Barca! Barca! Barca! (Barca)"

"Barca! Barca! Barca!"

Messi jogged slowly to below the away fan section, stopped, and made the gesture of pointing both index fingers to the sky.

"Wo!!!!"

Messi's celebration gesture completely ignited the Barcelona fans in the stands.

Just now, when Tang Ye scored with his header, they thought Barcelona was going to have trouble today!

It seems that is not the case.

Barcelona still holds a huge advantage in this match!

On the pitch, Tang Ye spat out the chewing gum in his mouth, feeling somewhat unpleasant in his heart.

This sense of despair, equalizing only to fall behind again, is the most unbearable.

For Barcelona's several strikers, breaking through Villarreal's defense did not seem to be too difficult a task...

"Beep——!!!"

"The first half has ended, sigh... currently Villarreal temporarily trails Barcelona by one goal."

"The only goal came from Tang Ye, but I feel Villarreal should still have a chance in the second half."

"Coach E needs to adjust the defensive line; although Villarreal's defense is already very strong, I think it still needs careful adjustment when facing a team like Barcelona."

"Mm, and then... Tang Ye collected four pieces of chewing gum in the first half."

"We should have dropped back a bit more; you shouldn't have gone out."

At the locker room entrance, Asenjo and Ruiz were discussing Messi's goal when Escrivá walked over, signaling for everyone to go inside first before discussing anything else.

Returning to the locker room, the gloomy Tang Ye walked straight to his spot in the corner, sat down, and high-fived Rodri beside him.

"I thought the 1-1 scoreline would last until halftime ended,"

Tang Ye muttered.

He had hoped for a 1-1 draw in the first half, followed by a last-minute winner in the second, securing a 2-1 victory over Barca.

Then they would lift the championship trophy!

Yet reality was not as beautiful as a fairy tale.

Rodri placed his hand on Tang Ye's shoulder.

He had intended to comfort Tang Ye, but after a moment's thought, realizing his own state of mind was hardly better, he let it go.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

At that moment, Escrivá had already rearranged the magnetic flags on his tactical board.

"1-2!"

"1-2!"

Escrivá emphasized the current score twice: "We are currently trailing our opponents; I must remind you of this fact!"

"So what do we do now? Strengthening our defense is the priority, though offense matters just as much. Keep the opponent's goal count at two, then find a way to score more ourselves—that is how we win."

"How about it? Does that sound simple?"

"But in truth, it is nowhere near as simple as you imagine!"

Escrivá nearly shouted these words, venting in one breath all the pressure he had endured over the recent matches.

"The opponent is strong, so we must concentrate; you should not be thinking about anything other than the match."

"You, Mateo!"

Escrivá pointed at Musacchio: "Is your defending a joke? Just letting Suárez and Messi walk into the penalty area? You need to think carefully to make the best decisions—that is the point!"

So fierce...

Escrivá's aura today made Tang Ye dare not even breathe loudly.

He glanced at Musacchio sitting beside Bruno.

Poor Mateo, scolded by Escrivá, did not dare lift his head.

Tang Ye took a deep breath.

He very much wanted to speak up for Mateo, but in the end, he did not dare open his mouth.

The aura Escrivá displayed today was simply too overwhelming!

In the center of the locker room, Escrivá, with Martí's assistance, adjusted the tactics.

Escrivá actually did not want to lose his temper with the players, but he knew he had to do so.

Some players had not yet woken up.

He had to yell them awake!

Keeping Escrivá's locker room words in mind, the players slowly made their way toward the player tunnel.

"Are you serious?"

Looking at Tang Ye and Ale crowding the doorway, Martí spoke to Escrivá beside him.

"Serious about what?"

"You're telling them to strengthen their attack? But our most critical issue right now is on the defensive end."

Since the start of halftime, Martí had felt deeply puzzled by what Escrivá was saying, though he had not raised the issue until now.

During the first half, while on the substitutes' bench, Escrivá had clearly stated the need to improve defense; yet in the locker room, he first berated the defenders, then spent the rest of the time discussing how to enhance the attack.

"Because we must do so."

Escrivá walked toward the door.

"Our defensive line ranks among the top two tiers in the entire La Liga; it is already very strong, but we are facing Barca's attacking line."

"There is not much more defense can do..."

Stepping out of the locker room door, Escrivá turned back to look at Martí following behind him.

"We must use our attack to strike them."

Martí stood where he was, saying nothing.

In the end, Escrivá had entrusted the team's fate to their loaned players.

Of course, this was appropriate.

Because today was the Copa del Rey final!

This was an absolutely, absolutely exceptional situation!

This was understandable!

"Okay, the second half has begun!"

"Although Tang Ye scored in the attacking third, Barca's attacking line has been so effective that Yellow Submarine still trails."

"Currently, Barca trails Tang Ye by one goal, but leads Yellow Submarine by one goal!"

【Classic separation of individual and team; can the streamer stop sucking up to Tang Ye?】

【Suck up, suck up! So what!】

【Hahahaha!】

【Come on, damn it; I'm not a Real Madrid fan, but I just want to see C... I just want to see Tang Ye, who wore the number 7 throughout the match, win the championship.】

As soon as the second half began, the Yellow Submarine players immediately implemented the tactics Escrivá had devised for them.

Escrivá now stood on the sideline, not saying a single word.

Clearly, he himself was not entirely certain whether doing this was actually correct.

But this was the only way he could think of to win the match!

In the 62nd minute of the game, Aleix received the ball near the baseline on the right flank.

"Dribble past him! Dribble past him!"

"Charge into the penalty area! Charge into the penalty area!"

"Get them! Goal! Goal!"

The fans in the stands were acting as if they had hyperthyroidism; even though they knew Aleix was a target man, they still wanted him to dribble past defenders.

At this moment, Tang Ye slipped into the penalty area.

He wanted to replicate his super poaching goal from the first half!

Of course, having learned their lesson from the first half, Barcelona's center-backs in the box were now specifically marking Tang Ye.

Umtiti positioned himself directly in front of Tom!

No chance!

Near the baseline, Aleix came under pressure from Digne.

Aleix didn't possess much technical skill with his feet, but he could use his body to shield the ball.

He passed the ball to Bruno, who had dropped back to support.

Just then, Tang Ye ran back, and Bruno played the ball to Tang Ye's feet.

Umtiti closed in immediately!

Not giving Tang Ye any chance to turn!

Tang Ye stretched out his foot to pull the ball, feinting a turn to the left...

But actually turning suddenly to the right!

【Modric Back-to-Goal Escape Template】!

Using the escape template was most appropriate right now! Just as Umtiti prepared to close in, Tang Ye stepped on the ball with his right foot and yanked it sharply behind him.

He flicked it directly to Sansone on the left side of the penalty area!

"Damn!"

"A blind pass!"

"He didn't look at all!"

The sudden flick caught the defenders in the box completely off guard.

Sansone met the ball and struck immediately!

Bang!

The ball rocketed toward the right goalpost.

Duang!

After rebounding, it flew into the net.

This was an absolute dead-angle shot!

"Goooooooollllll!"

!

"Damn, so steady, Sansone!"

"Goal scored!"

"Bang bang bang!"

A mechanical keyboard clicked against the desk with force and speed.

【158】 "Fuck, which idiot in the livestream just said it would end 1-2? Come out now."

"Damn it, whichever idiot in the livestream just said it would end 1:2, come out now."

"Tell me what the score is now!"

On the screen, Tang Ye and his Yellow Submarine teammates ran out to celebrate together.

The director showed a replay; at this moment, Wang Chao sat in his chair, carefully observing the livestream footage.

"Damn, he definitely didn't look!"

Wang Chao pointed at his computer screen, then looked at the camera: "Before passing, Tang Ye never once checked Sansone's position; this was purely a blind flick."

"Hiss—"

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became; Wang Chao took a deep breath.

"Brothers, this fucking talent is overflowing off the screen, holy shit."

Tang Ye's talent overflowed from the screen and practically punched Wang Chao in the face.

But in reality, where was there any talent?

Tang Ye had no special talent; when he dropped back to receive Bruno's pass, he had glanced at Sansone's position out of the corner of his eye and memorized it.

Based on the positions of Sansone and Digne at that time, a simple calculation of steps revealed exactly where they should be standing now.

So-called talent didn't actually exist; Wang Chao had oversimplified the situation.

Tom was just diligent about observing!

Dongqiu Di Live Match Report: Tang Ye assists Sansone with a blind pass from outside the box, displaying top-tier chemistry; Villarreal equalizes once again!

"Villarreal!"

"Villarreal!"

The Santiago Bernabéu Stadium erupted.

These were the voices of both Yellow Submarine fans and Real Madrid fans.

And, of course, Tom's voice as well!

"Vamos!!!"

Hugging his teammates, Tang Ye's heart beat faster and faster.

The feeling of being overtaken after equalizing is the most unbearable.

But the feeling of equalizing again after being overtaken is the most satisfying!

Celebrate together with the teammates!

Hmm... and kill some time while at it!

Escrivá rushed onto the pitch, grabbing Tang Ye by the neck: "Remember, hold your position, use your imagination to score—that's your task now, understand?"

"We're playing down the wings; that's our tactic."

Tang Ye corrected Escrivá's mistake.

"Screw the tactics!"

Escrivá placed a hand on Tang Ye's hair: "Tom, you are our tactic!"

"Huh?"

Tang Ye didn't quite grasp Escrivá's meaning.

But...

Thinking it over carefully, Mr. Ferran must want him to play more boldly on the pitch.

This was good news for him!

Because what Tang Ye loved most was playing boldly!

With the new tactic issued, Yellow Submarine's possession rate unsurprisingly began to drop once play resumed.

"Tang Ye! Eh, mistake! The lofted ball didn't go over!"

"Tang Ye, find an opening and shoot directly!"

"Eh, so close!"

"..."

Without even needing to look at the data on Martí's computer, Escrivá could see with his naked eyes that Yellow Submarine's possession rate was dropping fast.

But there was no helping it.

As the outstanding La Liga Manager of the Month for December, Ferran Escrivá possessed strong stress resistance!

In the 73rd minute of the match, Musacchio suddenly stepped up to challenge, successfully taking the ball from under Suárez's feet.

"Beautiful!"

Escrivá roared it out directly.

Swearing really was useful!

He had sworn Musacchio awake!

Shoving Suárez aside with his body, Musacchio dribbled forward himself.

Immediately looking for Tang Ye.

Tom, who had already run into open space, was waving at him!

Decisively pass the ball over!

Deliver it to Tang Ye's feet!

Wow!

Here it comes!

Tang Ye focused intensely, glancing left then right; Roberto was running toward him.

That guy again!

Knowing he wouldn't have much time to adjust, Tang Ye shifted his stance to let the ball roll out in front of him.

Then chase after it.

Crack!

【De Bruyne Standard Long Pass Lv3: Simulation】

Proficiency: 571/650

The long pass delivered by Tang Ye surged straight toward the attacking third.

Over Piqué!

To Haller!

Umtiti reached out to pull Haller back but dared not use force.

Haller had already formed a quasi-one-on-one situation; if Umtiti committed a pulling foul now, he would receive a direct red card.

Must be careful!

Umtiti needed to be careful, but Haller had no such concerns.

Extending his foot to stop Tang Ye's long pass!

"Wow!"

The fans let out a scream.

Haller displayed his extremely excellent ball control.

The one-on-one situation had been created!

"Haller!!"

"One-on-one!"

"Ter Stegen comes out from his goal line!"

"Haller!"

"A push shot!"

"Goal!"

"Goal!!"

"Ale's goal! Tang Ye directly set up Ale for a one-on-one!!"

"Yellow Submarine reverses the score!"

"Ah! *cough cough cough*, *cough cough*"

Wang Chao shouted until he lost his voice, dry coughing incessantly.

In the live stream footage, all the Yellow Submarine players on the field ran toward Ale.

The players on the bench stood up directly from their chairs.

【I, I damn...】

【Does anyone know how many times Tang Ye has chewed his gum now? It's urgent; if anyone knows, please comment below.】

【It's secured!】

【Awesome, so they can really beat Barcelona, huh?】

【Everyone thought Yellow Submarine would lose, but Tang Ye just carried them all the way through.】

【This is my King of Football, Tang!】

Chinese fans were excited, and the Yellow Submarine fans in the stands were naturally the same.

Is it really coming?

The first Copa del Rey title in Yellow Submarine's history?

They were about to engrave the name Villarreal on the base of the Copa del Rey trophy!

The Yellow Submarine players on the field gathered together at the corner flag on the left wing.

"Wow!!"

"Villarreal!"

"Ale!"

Both the scorer Ale and the assister Tang Ye received odes from the watching fans.

And of course, Musacchio, who made the tackle on Suarez!

Three people, two passes, one shot; this was how Yellow Submarine opened up the Barcelona goal defended by ter Stegen.

They had reversed the score!

"Slap!"

Tang Ye high-fived Ale, Bruno, Rodri, and his other teammates one after another.

With everyone ready, Bruno led the countdown.

"3, 2, 1!"

"Vamos Villarreal!"

"Wo!!"

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye creates a one-on-one with a 39-meter long pass, Ale calmly slots the ball into the net from outside the box; Villarreal completes a reversal against Barcelona, 3:2.

Check Dongqiu Di hot discussion: With less than 15 minutes remaining in the match, Yellow Submarine currently leads by one goal; will Villarreal lift the first Copa del Rey trophy in their club's history?

Can Yellow Submarine win the Copa del Rey championship?

Before the match began, there was only one answer to this question: impossible.

But now the situation has changed!

Yellow Submarine is indeed leading Barcelona!

The current score is 3:2; if they can defend this scoreline for another 15 minutes, after the match ends, the Yellow Submarine players will lift their championship trophy at the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium!

(End of Chapter)