Chapter 238: Malicious Foul by an Atlético Midfielder? Tang Ye's Assist Hat-Trick!

【Atlético Madrid's defense against Tang Tang Qiuwang seems a bit lax today; they're purely making mistakes!】

【If Simeone doesn't cook up some tactics soon, my Tang Tang Qiuwang is going to be rubbing his hands inside Atlético's penalty area.】

【Atlético out!】

The fans launched their mockery at Atlético Madrid.

This is because, during the first half of the league when Villarreal hosted Atlético at home, Tang Ye suffered many "not very nice" fouls, directly causing Chinese fans who had just started watching football to hold no good feelings toward the Atlético Madrid team.

Although everyone is saying Simeone should adjust his tactics to target Tang Ye, if Simeone actually did so, the fans would surely be unwilling to accept it.

Right now, they just hope Atlético continues playing with this exact tactic!

Then Villarreal will be able to score even more goals!

"Be careful, watch your man!"

Simeone roared furiously at the Atlético players on the pitch.

Filipe, who had been sent tumbling by Tang Ye's nutmeg, wore an expression terrifyingly serious.

Although Simeone hadn't called out his name, Filipe could feel the Argentine's fury in his eyes.

Filipe actually felt quite awkward himself.

Was this his mistake?

Actually, Filipe had been extremely focused while defending, yet he still got beaten.

Who could have expected that an attacking midfielder like Tang Ye, who only knows how to pass, could execute a nutmeg with such high proficiency!

The match clock reached the 36th minute!

Atlético Madrid slightly adjusted their defensive tactics, and Villarreal's possession rate dropped from 70% to 65%.

Although possession fell by five percentage points, Villarreal remained the side holding more advantage.

The team's extremely high possession rate gave Tang Ye endless opportunities to try things.

He no longer needed to worry about losing the ball!

For Tang Ye, this kind of match was simply paradise!

"Villarreal players are executing continuous passing combinations near the center circle!"

"They are trying to break through Atlético's strangling press with this."

"Rodri, finding no opening, passes the ball to Costa on his left!"

"But Sansone's position is already blocked; Costa finds no chance to pass directly forward!"

"Back to Rodri!"

"Rodri passes again to Bruno!"

"Atlético's man-marking is excellent; Villarreal currently cannot push the ball forward!"

Having stayed near the center circle for nearly a minute, Villarreal still couldn't find any good opportunity.

At this moment, Tang Ye reached out his hand toward Bruno.

!

Pass the ball to Tang Ye!

"Move forward!"

Tang Ye shouted, then immediately pulled the rolling ball behind him!

"Oh!"

He Wei in the commentary booth cried out in surprise.

Against a team with such extreme discipline as Atlético, honest passing would never find an opening.

At times like this, Tang Ye, as the offensive core, would step up and use his imagination to help the team find opportunities!

Rodri, running forward, easily took control of the ball!

Atlético's defense arranged near the center circle was shattered by Tang Ye's pull-back move!

"Up the right flank, up the right flank!"

Escribá commanded loudly.

Bacca accelerated forward, creating an outlet for Rodri!

Rodri decisively played a through ball!

Atlético's defensive line was rapidly retreating!

Tang Ye was also rushing forward!

"Mark number 10, mark number 10!"

Gabi gave a reminder, and Saúl ran directly in front of Tang Ye.

Tang Ye gestured to Bacca not to rush the pass, then began searching for Saúl's blind spot.

Both men were running forward; Saúl couldn't keep looking back to observe Tang Ye's position.

Wait until he looks to the right!

Okay, this is Tang Ye's chance!

Suddenly accelerating to Saúl's left side, Bacca decisively played a cutback pass!

!!!

Spotting Tang Ye running past on his left, Saúl quickly dove, attempting to clear the ball in front of him.

But he failed!

Bacca had chosen an extremely tricky passing route!

Perfect!

Having spotted the situation inside the penalty area early, Tang Ye, seizing the opportunity, directly poked the ball into the box with the tip of his toe.

Godín and Savic were still running back when Tang Ye's through pass somehow rolled out in front of them.

Aleix runs up from the left!

He blocks Savic's position and controls the ball!

Direct shot!

"Gggg—oooooo—llllll!!!!"

"Goal!"

"Goal! Tang Ye's Sai Qiu Cheng Gong successfully found the penalty area!"

"A brace from Aleix!"

Bruno jumped directly onto Tang Ye's back from behind, and Tang Ye immediately carried Bruno as he ran toward Aleix.

"What are you doing!"

Oblak threw his hands out at Godín: "Watch his first touch! Can't you just press him directly?"

Before the match, Simeone and the Atlético players had specifically emphasized Tang Ye's ability with his first touch.

But Savic and Godín simply hadn't expected Tang Ye's first touch to be so decisive!

The most deadly part was that his first touch was also incredibly accurate!

Clap, clap, clap!

Clapping his hands, Escrivá flicked the hem of his suit jacket before sitting back down on the substitutes' bench.

The gap in quality between Villarreal's starting lineup and their substitutes was truly enormous.

The substitute squad struggled even against Leganés, yet the starting lineup managed to breach Atlético Madrid's goal twice within forty minutes.

Judging by the current situation, Villarreal had at least secured the first half!

Thanks to Ma Ti's operations, Escrivá could see the heat map of Atlético's player movements.

A deep crimson mass outside the penalty area!

In contrast, there were almost no traces of Atlético players in Villarreal's half!

They were literally parking a bus right at their own doorstep!

"We actually have a slight counter to Atlético,"

Escrivá suddenly said, "Hmm... though I'm not entirely sure; let's call it a slight counter."

"Beep!!!"

The first half ended; Tang Ye breathed a sigh of relief and then spat out the gum in his mouth.

【Assists: 2/3】

So far, Tang Ye already had two assists to his name.

Thus, the objective for the second half was very clear.

Compared to scoring goals, Tang Ye needed to seek more opportunities for assists!

"Tom!"

Bruno ran up from behind and patted Tang Ye on the back.

"Bruno!"

Tang Ye placed his hand on Bruno's shoulder.

Leading Atlético by two goals at halftime was a very good scoreline; he could feel that Bruno was currently very happy.

Bruno, of course, also knew that Tang Ye was currently very happy!

"Already two assists; shall we keep pushing in the second half?"

"We absolutely must keep pushing!"

Tang Ye rubbed his hands together and added, "But I'll play a bit more conservatively in the second half, because I get the feeling they're intending to tackle me?"

Hearing Tang Ye's words, Bruno burst out laughing.

"Haha, you can even feel that?"

"Of course I can!"

Tang Ye looked left and right, then cautiously pointed at Saúl in the distance: "Bruno, look at the expression in his eyes; he definitely wants to tackle me."

At that moment, Saúl looked over, and Tang Ye quickly turned his head away: "Cough, cough."

"Haha, then be careful."

"What are you doing?"

"Do you even know what you're playing?"

In the locker room, head coach Simeone flew into a rage: "Thirty minutes! Just thirty minutes before the match, I told you about Tom's one-touch passing!"

"And what happened!"

"What the hell were you doing? Godín, did you think he would need to adjust?"

"He doesn't need to adjust anymore; one-touch passing is his greatest strength!"

Simeone stared fixedly into the eyes of both Godín and Savic; the Atlético center-backs felt an exaggerated sense of pressure from the Argentine's gaze.

"We need someone to mark him tightly; even if necessary, you can commit fouls."

"Gabi already has a yellow card, but I will substitute him off in the second half. So by then, neither our defensive midfielders nor our defenders will have yellow cards; your actions can be slightly bolder."

"I'm not saying you should injure Tom, but you can use aggressive movements to intimidate him; Villarreal won't dare take risks with him."

Simeone was also a coach; he could roughly infer how Escrivá was thinking.

If Atlético players gradually increased their physicality in the second half, Tang Ye wouldn't even need to adjust himself; Villarreal's head coach Escrivá would absolutely jump out immediately to signal Tang Ye to change their attacking approach!

"Alright, alright, we are currently down by two goals, but this match is not over yet; I need you all to pull yourselves together!"

"Win this match, prove we're better than Yellow Submarine!"

"Vamos Atletico!"

……

【Go go, take down Atletico!】

【Sprint to second place in the league!】

【Tang Tang Qiuwang needs to be careful in the second half; for some reason, my eyelid is twitching.】

【Don't screw me over, damn it.】

【Don't panic; Tang Tang Qiuwang will avoid the contact.】

The second half has begun!

The Vicente Calderón Stadium felt slightly subdued; this was because the home team, Atletico, was currently trailing!

"Atletico trash!"

"Trash!"

"Boooo!!!"

The Yellow Submarine fans were fiercely combative, immediately starting a shouting match with the Atletico fans in the adjacent stands.

A few outrageous fans even tried to climb over into the Atletico section, but stadium security intercepted them immediately.

By the 62nd minute of the second half, Yellow Submarine's possession rate had climbed back to 70%!

However, the fans' attention wasn't on possession stats, but on the movements of Yellow Submarine's substitute bench.

Castillejo and Soriano were both warming up!

The intensity of physical contact in the second half had clearly increased; Escrivá was already showing signs of substituting Tang Ye out!

Bang!

"Damn it!" Gaitán charged straight into him; Tang Ye decisively relinquished possession to dodge.

Even so, he still got clipped on the elbow; Tang Ye immediately felt a numbing sensation, though it vanished quickly.

These guys on the other side really play ruthlessly!

Seeing Castillejo and Soriano standing before the substitute bench, Tang Ye gave a thumbs-up in Escrivá's direction.

?

Tang Ye didn't want to come off!

Escrivá shrugged at Tang Ye, then glanced sideways at the nearby camera.

Confirming the camera wasn't pointing their way, Escrivá breathed a sigh of relief.

He wanted to substitute Tang Ye off the field, but Tang Ye didn't want that.

Did he perhaps think he wouldn't get injured?

!

After careful consideration, Escrivá ultimately decided he still had to substitute Tang Ye off.

Let Tom be angry if he wants; the important thing is that he doesn't get injured!

The 2-0 scoreline wasn't entirely secure yet, so the timing of the substitution needed to be chosen carefully.

Let's pick...

The 70th minute!

Substitute Tang Ye off at the 70th minute!

"Pass it directly, pass it directly!"

Since he was only one assist away from the Legendary Chest, Tang Ye's desire to attack was now extremely strong.

He received the ball near the center circle, then sprinted forward rapidly!

"Tang Ye is driving forward with the ball himself; his speed is quite good."

"However, Atletico isn't willing to drop back too far; Gabi has already prepared for defense."

"Costa on the left wing is already looking for space; Costa's position isn't ideal, but for Tang Ye, he should have the confidence to pass it to him..."

"Hey!"

Tang Ye was dribbling through the center when Saúl suddenly appeared from who-knows-where and slid straight at Tang Ye's feet.

Tang Ye instinctively jumped aside, but the two still collided.

Bang!

"Damn!"

Escrivá shrugged at the fourth official: "What the f*** was that?"

【???】

【Awesome; that was clearly aimed at the person.】

【What do you think? If it wasn't aimed at the person, Tang Ye definitely would have dodged.】

【They just won't give the Ball King any room to operate, damn it.】

【Screw them!】

【I'm a new football fan of Tang Ye; are the rules of football the same as rugby?】

"Shit!"

Tang Ye clutched his lower leg, feeling a surge of intense pain in his ankle.

Saúl's slide tackle had hit Tang Ye's ankle; the good news was that Tang Ye had reacted quickly enough, jumping up in time to avoid much of the impact.

"Tom."

Aleix reached out to help Tang Ye up; Tang Ye paused for a moment to recover, then climbed to his feet from the ground.

"Phew... looks like the situation isn't too serious."

"Although Saul's tackle was sudden, Tang Ye actually reacted; his jump avoided most of the impact, and for now, a brief rest should mean no major problems."

【Saul has accumulated yellow cards exceeding the limit and cannot play in the next match against Las Palmas.】

Saul received a yellow card from the referee for this tackling foul, but he did not protest.

Saul was actually quite lucky; if Tang Ye hadn't jumped, he probably would have been sent off directly.

Tang Ye was naturally lucky too; if he hadn't jumped, he probably would have had to leave the field as well.

But due to injury!

"Can you still go on?"

Bruno held Tang Ye steady, while the latter stamped hard on the grass several times: "No big problem, I can play."

"Alright!"

Twisting his ankle slightly, Tang Ye glanced in Saul's direction.

This guy clearly knew his tackle had already failed, yet in that final instant, he didn't ease off his force.

He is not a good fellow!

Tang Ye was now in a very bad mood.

If he met Saul in the player tunnel later, he absolutely would not take the initiative to greet him!

The stadium was noisy; players from both sides lined up inside the penalty area, while Tang Ye and Bruno stood behind the white line marked by the referee.

This was a fairly decent free-kick position!

At least, that was what Tang Ye thought!

"Booooo!!!"

"Beep beep, beep beep beep beep!!!"

The home fans tried every possible method to disrupt Tang Ye and Bruno.

"Huh, huh, huh..."

Eyes fixed toward the penalty area, Tang Ye quickly adjusted his breathing.

That rather unfriendly tackle from Saul just now had ignited his temper; now, when Tang Ye looked at Atletico Madrid, he viewed them with a hint of anger.

Atletico Madrid's defense was indeed strong, but today Tang Ye was determined to complete his mission against them.

To claim the Legendary Chest that belonged to him!

"The referee has blown the whistle!"

"Bruno, start your run-up!"

"Fake! Bruno gave Tang Ye a decoy!"

"Tang Ye!"

Focusing his attention, he sprinted forward.

Pa!

【Ward-Prowse Topspin Free-Kick Template Activated】!

The feeling is there!

Watching the ball fly out from before him, Tang Ye's intuition told him this shot had a high probability of going in!

The camera panned following Tang Ye's set-piece toward the Atletico Madrid goal.

Aillaud blocked Savic's position!

Sansone!

Header!

"This one's in!"

"Gggg—ooooo—llllll!!!!"

"Tang Ye's set-piece precisely found Sansone inside the penalty area!"

"Goal scored!"

After Sansone completed the breakthrough, the home stands fell silent almost instantly.

This was celebration time for the visiting team, Villarreal!

"Villarreal!"

Bang bang!

"Villarreal!"

Bang bang!

"Haha!"

Tang Ye ran toward the corner flag on the left wing.

Accelerating his run-up!

Faster, even faster!

Bang!

Swish—!!!!

Tang Ye had left his own mark at the Vicente Calderón Stadium!

"Vamos!!!"

【Assist Hat-trick achieved; you gained an extra Counterattack Points *40】

【Goals Scored: 0/3】

【Assists: 3/3】

【Balance mission completed. You have received: La Liga Chest·Legendary】

It's here!

This is it!

Tang Ye finally got what he wanted!

A La Liga Legendary Chest!

"Tom, a hat-trick!"

Costa grabbed Tang Ye's shoulders and shook him violently; Tang Ye felt his head spinning.

Of course, besides the dizziness, there was also excitement!

The excitement of an assist hat-trick!

"Saul! (Saul)"

"Xuuuuu——!!!!"

"Saul!"

"Xuuu——!!!"

The camera cut to Saul standing in the penalty area; the Atlético Madrid defensive midfielder stood with hands on hips, his face written full of helplessness.

Subjectively speaking, Saul's foul was good for Atlético Madrid, as it could stop Tang Ye from playing a through ball.

But in terms of the result, Saul's foul was absolutely wrong.

Not only did he receive a yellow card for it, but he also gifted the opposition a goal!

Atlético Madrid had fallen behind 0:3!

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

Simeone shouted three times from the sidelines, his expression terrifyingly ferocious.

Before the match, Simeone's expectation for this game was a draw, or at worst, a one-goal loss.

But once the match actually started, he realized the team's parking-the-bus tactic wasn't having much effect against Villarreal.

Villarreal shouldn't have been this strong when they met in the first half of the league season!

Slowly calming down, Simeone glanced toward Escribá's position next door.

It was Escribá who had adjusted the team's tactics!

He had made Villarreal even stronger!

……

Check Dongqiu Di match report: Villarreal defeats Atlético Madrid 3:0 away; Tang Ye delivers an assist hat-trick after being maliciously fouled.

Villarreal official Twitter: Unstoppable, keep chasing!

Attached: La Liga standings (Round 34)

1. Real Madrid, 84 points.

2. Barcelona, 81 points.

3. Villarreal, 77 points.

4. Atlético Madrid, 67 points.

5. Sevilla, 61 points.

6. Real Sociedad, 57 points.

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(End of chapter)