Chapter 220: Rejecting Barça's Comeback, Tang Ye's Far-Target, Near-Strike

"Till we found the sea of green~"

"Now we live beneath the waves~"

"In our yellow submarine~~~"

"..."

The Bernabéu Stadium echoed with Villarreal's team anthem.

The camera cut to the away stand, where Barça fans all wore dark expressions, clearly not in good spirits.

As for the Yellow Submarine fans...

The Yellow Submarine fans were now all jumping up and down.

The reason was simple: their goal count was one higher than Barça's; if they could maintain this scoreline until the end, they would lift the trophy!

"We've won."

Martí suddenly said.

Glancing at Escribà beside him, the Yellow Submarine head coach leaned his upper body forward, squinting without speaking.

The pressure on him in today's match was immense.

Before victory was certain, Escribà would not celebrate early.

Time reached the 82nd minute of the match.

As the side trailing, Enrique directed Barça to launch a quick counterattack.

"Left, left! Shift to the left!"

"Up front, good, good!"

"Check the arc!"

After directing a round of attack, Enrique glanced toward the fourth official.

Hiss—

Including stoppage time, there should still be about ten minutes left...

Clap clap!

Messi and Suárez executed an extremely quick one-two combination.

Suárez arrived near the byline!

"Oh!"

Under immense pressure from the fans, Suárez did not rush at this moment; he kept the ball under his foot without moving.

Pointing into the penalty area!

Messi ran straight in from behind Costa!

!!!

Costa knew there were no defenders behind him.

He absolutely could not let Messi receive the ball inside!

Spinning around quickly, Costa used his body to press Messi, only to step squarely on Messi's boot.

Done for!

Watching Messi fall before him, Costa's face turned ashen.

"Beep——!!!"

"Beep beep beep!!!"

The Barça fans in the stands panicked.

"Penalty!"

"Referee, penalty!"

"Foul! It's a foul!"

The stifled away stand erupted in an instant, fans pointing at Costa and Messi on the pitch and shouting.

The head referee quickly ran over, blew his whistle, and pointed to the penalty spot.

"Hey!"

Bruno and Musacchio both rushed up: "Mr., that's not a penalty, is it?"

"Come on, their positions are the same; our player was shielding with his upper body, this isn't a penalty!"

As Bruno stepped toward the referee's face, Piqué, who had run over, pushed Bruno away.

"Damn..."

Tang Ye stood in his position, staring blankly at Messi being helped up by Neymar inside the penalty area.

A penalty...

After failing to protest to the referee, the Yellow Submarine players fell silent one after another.

Heaven and hell in a single thought; their advantage was gone!

"Shit!"

"Why!"

"Costa didn't need to do that, damn it..."

Wang Chao cupped the back of his head with both hands.

His world was collapsing!

Messi was juggling the ball to find his touch, while Escribà had somehow returned to the touchline.

The thing he feared most had happened.

This penalty kick would very likely be Barça's chance to equalize!

Turning to look at Enrique next to him, unsurprisingly, the Barcelona head coach's expression relaxed.

This was his trust in Messi's penalty-taking ability!

Players from both teams stood outside the penalty area; Messi stood at the penalty spot, while Asenjo in front of him bounced up and down.

"Beep!"

Messi took a deep breath.

Run-up!

Shot!

Bang!

Asenjo guessed the right direction, but Messi struck a perfect ten-corner shot into the upper right!

Goal!

"Roar——!!!"

Messi spread his arms wide and ran toward the stands below.

"Messi!!!"

The Barcelona fans began their celebration.

"Damn..."

Tang Ye spat out the chewing gum in his mouth and replaced it with a new piece.

His hands were trembling, his lungs felt like they couldn't draw enough air, and his eyes still felt hot.

Since they were already past the 80th minute and he was feeling a bit tired, Tang Ye simply squatted down on the grass.

"Damn!"

Seeing Tang Ye like this, Wang Chao and the fans in the live stream felt their hearts shatter.

"Pull yourself together! Pull yourself together!"

Bruno shouted loudly from inside the penalty area to his teammates on the field: "It's a draw! It's a draw now, not a deficit, we haven't lost! Pull yourselves together, don't be like this!"

Rodri, walking over, prepared to help Tang Ye up, but the moment he reached out his hand, Tang Ye stood up on his own: "Rod, what's wrong?"

"Are you okay?"

Rodri looked Tang Ye up and down; he only felt that Tang Ye seemed on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

Of course, Rodri wasn't in much better shape himself.

"It's fine."

Tang Ye and Rodri bumped fists: "There's still a chance, there's still a chance."

There's still a chance...

Rodri did not answer Tang Ye's words.

Tom was as naive as ever.

The massive counterattack in the second half had nearly exhausted the stamina of all the starting players.

At a time like this, playing extra time against Barcelona, whose players still had plenty of stamina.

Would Yellow Submarine really have a chance?

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Messi was fouled inside the penalty area and fell, then personally took the penalty and scored, equalizing for Barcelona at the last moment.

The match restarted, and at this moment, the comment section on Check Dongqiu Di had exploded.

Although the base number of Yellow Submarine fans wasn't large.

But the number of Real Madrid fans and Tang Ye's personal fans was huge!

They had all already prepared to celebrate winning the championship.

Then Barcelona suddenly equalized!

Who the hell can handle this?

Wang Chao frowned as he looked at the TV screen.

"Damn... I feel like Tang Ye is about to cry, please don't let this happen."

The match reached the 87th minute.

"Go, go, go!"

Tang Ye shouted loudly, and once Cheryshev got into position on the left wing, he sent a through pass over.

Cheryshev had just been substituted on and was full of stamina, so Tang Ye needed to pass to him more!

Take the ball and move toward the penalty area.

Take a direct shot!

Slap!

Ter Stegen, jumping up from the spot, parried the ball away.

Cheryshev clutched his head in his hands.

"It feels like Yellow Submarine is playing a bit too anxiously now; not just the forwards, even starting from the defenders, everyone seems anxious."

"But there's no way around it; they can't drag this out to extra time against Barcelona."

Yellow Submarine had two key midfielders.

One was Bruno, who was too old and lacked stamina.

The other was Tang Ye, who was too young and lacked stamina.

Once extra time started, both of these players would have to be substituted off; this was a truth that both Escrivá and the Yellow Submarine fans understood.

But the problem was that Tang Ye and Bruno were simply too important to the team.

Substituting either one of them would cause the team's tactics to become distorted.

Let alone swapping two at the same time!

At the 90th minute, the fourth official displayed the stoppage time for this match.

Three minutes!

"Phew..."

Exhaling deeply, Escrivá walked toward the substitute bench.

"In extra time, I'll first use Santos to sub off Bruno, then swap in Tom a few minutes later; this should be the best option for now."

Martí switched the screen, displaying the current heart rates of the players on the field.

"Tom's stamina has improved recently; you can sub him off in the second half of extra time. Fifteen minutes can decide a lot."

"That's good."

Escrivá nodded.

Tang Ye still retained some stamina, which was a comforting fact for Yellow Submarine at this moment.

Just then, Martí beside him suddenly stood up.

"Oh!"

The players on the substitute bench behind also stood up; Sansone's bottle of mineral water accidentally spilled onto Escrivá.

But Escrivá had no mind to attend to this right now.

Hurry to watch the field!

Just moments ago, Bruno's long pass from the backfield accurately found Cheryshev.

If Cheryshev could control the ball well, this would be a one-on-one opportunity.

Unfortunately, Cheryshev's first touch failed to fully cushion the ball, giving Roberto a chance to track back.

It's no longer a one-on-one!

"Damn!"

Escrivá clutching his head, Martí beside him exhaled: "God said we must play extra time today."

Escrivá said nothing, his eyes fixed tightly on the field.

After Bruno's long pass, Yellow Submarine began a massive advance.

Among them, the most conspicuous was Tang Ye.

Tom was running forward with his little brother Rodri!

Iniesta, tracking back, slowed down intending to mark Tang Ye closely, when suddenly Rodri beside Tang Ye accelerated toward the arc!!

Iniesta was startled and hurriedly chased after him!

Currently, there were no defenders near Tang Ye; he needed to seize this opportunity.

Cut toward Cheryshev's position on the left!

Call for the ball!

Slap!

Cheryshev passed the ball to Tang Ye!

Adjusting slightly, Tang Ye began running diagonally toward the penalty area.

"Here it comes!"

"Tang Ye switches to Striker Mode!"

"Dribbling himself!"

Although Tang Ye lacked long-range shooting ability, charging toward the penalty area like this meant Barcelona players couldn't ignore him.

Piqué suddenly stepped up to challenge!

Yellow Submarine fans felt immense pressure; the noise in the stands was extremely loud.

!

Yet Tang Ye heard nothing; he was focused entirely on what he was doing.

【Zidane Rhythm Control】!

No need to say more; when playing against Barcelona, one should frequently use templates of Real Madrid stars!

Tang Ye continuously pressed the 0.1s pause button four times, bypassing Piqué directly without any ball-protection moves.

Tang Ye entered the penalty area!

Piqué behind dared not pull him; ahead stood only Umtiti and the goalkeeper ter Stegen.

Judgment complete; this was a perfect shooting opportunity!

Plant the supporting foot!

"Far corner!"

Enrique shouted loudly.

He had made ample preparations for this Copa del Rey final.

He knew Tom's shooting habits!

Tang Ye's entire body was oriented toward the far corner of the goal, even the direction of his supporting foot pointed to the far corner.

Swing the right leg out!

Eyes on the far corner!

Directly push it to the near corner!

?

Goalkeeper ter Stegen stood motionless, watching helplessly as the ball rolled into the net on his right side.

This is the Mbappé Template: Aim Far, Hit Near!

Giving the illusion that he intended to shoot for the far corner.

In reality, he pushed it into the near corner!

The defenders and the goalkeeper completely failed to react!

"Gooooooaaaaallllll!!!!"

The live announcer roared into the microphone, while the Yellow Submarine players on the field immediately ran toward Tang Ye.

The situation was identical on the substitutes' bench; coaches Escrivá and Martí stood in the open space at the front, while the substitute players flipped over their chairs, dodged the coaches before them, and sprinted directly onto the pitch.

Escrivá turned his head.

"Martí, God indeed wanted us to play extra time."

"But..."

"It seems the Chinese are not under God's jurisdiction."

Escrivá patted Martí on the back, straightened his suit, and ran over together with the players.

【What does it mean that the goalkeeper just stood there motionless?】

【Ter Stegen thought Tang Ye would shoot for the far corner, but Tang Ye kicked it into the near corner.】

Actually, Ter Stegen was already very formidable.

But opposite him stood a Ball King.

Brother, there's nothing to be done about that.

【You have obtained 15 Counterattack Points.】

【Scoring a brace, you have obtained an additional 30 Counterattack Points.】

【Successfully sneak-attacking a weakened Barcelona, you have obtained an additional 10 Counterattack Points.】

"Haha!"

Tang Ye and his teammates hugged each other tightly.

What made him happiest was that not only were the teammates on the field celebrating with him, but even González and the others, who had been sitting on the substitutes' bench the whole time, had come over!

And so had Martí and Mr. Ferran!

Twenty people huddled together; combined with the cheers of the fans in the stands, Tang Ye was ecstatic.

"Right, right!"

Tang Ye pushed Costa away from in front of him: "Bruno, Bruno!"

"What is it?"

Bruno asked in confusion, at which moment Tang Ye shouted loudly: "Fishing! Fishing!"

"What fishing?"

Escrivá didn't understand what Tang Ye was talking about; under his close watch, the Yellow Submarine players began their maneuver.

Tang Ye ran out from the crowd, planted his feet firmly, and mimed the motion of casting a fishing rod.

"Hmm, what is Tang Ye doing?"

After casting the rod, Tang Ye kept rotating his right hand in circles, reeling in the imaginary catch while signaling for Escrivá to stand beside him.

"You... what are you doing?"

Although Escrivá didn't understand, he could feel it.

Hmm... this thing seems quite interesting?

"Mr. Ferran, watch closely!"

The moment Tang Ye finished speaking, Bruno, who was lying on the ground before him, began twitching and hopping toward Tang Ye like a huge fish freshly pulled ashore.

"I... damn..."

Escrivá's eyes widened.

"OK, it's here, it's here!"

Tang Ye shouted loudly, performing the final reeling motion, at which point the waiting Yellow Submarine players around them suddenly rushed forward, lifting up the big fish, Bruno, whom Tang Ye had just "fished" out of the water.

The Yellow Submarine players stood together, with Tang Ye in the very center giving a thumbs-up, his catch displayed before him.

The super big fish, Bruno!

Ale ran to the front, holding up his hands in a photo-taking pose.

Click click!

"Haha!"

"Vamos!"

Tang Ye high-fived Bruno, who had been set down, completing their game-winning celebration.

【Heaven-defying】

【Having watched the entire process, I can probably guess who came up with this celebration move.】

Ball King Tang came up with this celebration move!

Wang Chao gasped sharply.

It really is Ball King Tang!

He guessed he would score the match-killing goal in the King's Cup final, so he prepared this celebration move in advance with his friends.

Tom controls everything!

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye dribbled into the penalty area and scored with a cold shot; the Yellow Submarine executed a last-minute kill against Barcelona.

The celebration had ended; Tang Ye slowly walked back toward his own position in his team's half.

On both sides of the stands rose the cheers of the fans.

"Viva Tom Tom~"

"Viva Tom Tom~"

"Viva Tom Tom~"

The fans are loudly singing the great song of Tom!

Tang Ye raised both hands to greet the fans in the stands, while Rodrigo beside him kept shouting wildly.

"Haha, Rod, what are you doing?"

"We're about to win the championship! Tom, how can you still be so calm!"

Rodrigo's words woke Tang Ye up.

That's right!

After he completed his brace, Yellow Submarine was leading Barcelona 4:3!

There was a total of three minutes of stoppage time, but it was already the 94th minute of the match!

"So... we won."

Adjusting his breathing, Tang Ye covered his nose with both hands.

"Beep!"

Suarez kicked the ball out.

To Pique!

Pique's long pass!

Pa!

Pique's long pass found Neymar on the left wing; Neymar stretched out his foot to control the ball.

Just as he controlled the ball, the next second Costa suddenly rushed up to tackle, successfully clearing the ball out for a corner.

Costa's move was very decisive because he knew that once the ball went dead, the match would end immediately!

"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"

The referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the match!

"Wu!"

Tang Ye held his head with both hands as his teammates around him all ran out.

Tang Ye was savoring the feeling of this moment!

"Tom, we won!"

Aleix placed both hands on Tang Ye's shoulders: "We won, we won!"

"The King's Cup Final!"

Tang Ye spread his arms and embraced Aleix.

【At 39 years old, you took advantage of the situation in the King's Cup Final to defeat a weakened Barcelona, causing Barcelona to miss the opportunity for a four-peat in the 2038-39 King's Cup, while simultaneously helping Villarreal secure the first King's Cup trophy in the club's history.】

【You have obtained... Barcelona Treasure Chest·Legendary】

While Tang Ye was still celebrating with his teammates, the system brought him good news at this moment.

A Barcelona Legendary Treasure Chest!

Tang Ye couldn't wait to open this chest, but at this moment his teammates ahead were calling him, so Tang Ye spread his arms and quickly rushed over.

In the live broadcast footage, Tang Ye was sprinting quickly toward the corner flag.

At this moment, Messi stood with his hands on his hips, head bowed as he looked at the grass beneath his feet.

Hearing a noise nearby, he turned his head and noticed Tang Ye running past him.

"..."

Messi was speechless.

【Unbeatable, brothers.】

【Tang Tang Qiuwang really won us the championship.】

【A familiar feeling; winning the FA Cup in his first season—this is Tang Tang Qiuwang.】

【The Dutch Cup and the King's Cup aren't even on the same level, okay?】

【Then again, 17-year-old Tang Tang Qiuwang and 18-year-old Tang Tang Qiuwang aren't on the same level either.】

At 17, Tang Ye was called the Little Goat by the fans.

Then what should 18-year-old Tang Ye be called?

【Tang Ye, the GOAT!】

Arriving at the sideline, Tang Ye placed his left hand on Rodrigo's shoulder and his right hand on Bruno's shoulder, looking at the fans in the stands who were chanting his name.

"Miracle!"

Bruno suddenly shouted.

"What?"

The noise at the venue was a bit loud, and Tang Ye didn't hear clearly what Bruno said.

"I said, you are a miracle, God's miracle!"

Bruno pointed at the Yellow Submarine fans in the stands: "Tom, everyone is chanting your name; do you know why?"

"Wh-why?"

Bruno gave Tang Ye a push toward the stands.

"Because you let the supporters of Villarreal see something they had never seen before!"

(End of Chapter)