Chapter 253: Ten Hag Messing with Tang Ye's Mindset

Goal!

This time, there were no constraints!

The moment he completed the assist, Tang Ye turned and ran straight toward the corner flag.

Allé followed right behind Tang Ye.

"No rush, wait for Sebastian first!"

"Tom!"

Hearing Allé's voice, Tang Ye accelerated again.

"3, 2, 1!"

"Vamos!!!"

"Wow!!!"

The Yellow Submarine fans in the stands instantly erupted.

Manchester United defeats Yellow Submarine 2-1 to win the Europa League trophy?

No!

That 2-1 scoreline was five seconds ago!

Just now, Tom assisted his friend Sebastian in breaching Manchester United's goal!

"2-2!"

"Villarreal has equalized the score!"

"Oh my god, with less than two minutes of stoppage time remaining, Villarreal has equalized in the dying moments!"

This goal was crucial; the referee did not immediately confirm its validity, causing the celebrating Yellow Submarine players to suddenly grow tense.

Think!

Think carefully!

Was there any foul before this goal was scored?

Hiss—

There shouldn't have been any foul!

"Beep!"

The head referee pointed to the center circle.

The goal stands!

Boom!

Tang Ye and Allé collided chest-to-chest in a quick celebration.

"Tom, perfect!"

"Haha!"

【You have obtained 10 Counterattack Points】

After processing the system notification, Tang Ye embraced Bruno, then fist-bumped Allé: "It's fine, I told you it would be fine."

Allé had missed a penalty in the first half.

But that was not a problem.

Tang Ye would find other opportunities to help the team!

"Villarreal!"

"Villarreal!"

The Manchester United fans fell silent!

Now was the time for the Yellow Submarine fans!

In front of the away team's substitute bench, Ten Hag shook his head, then sat back down in his chair.

He turned to Fan Fan Dejiahe to vent.

"Tactics!"

"They failed to execute the tactics!"

Fan Fan Dejiahe remained silent.

Ten Hag's emotions were usually very stable; his current state showed that he was truly suffering.

Why was he suffering?

Because Ten Hag currently had a strange feeling.

He possessed two incredibly sharp swords, which were his pride.

But his opponent, Ferran Escribá!

He had actually taken Ten Hag's sharpest sword and stabbed him with it!

Amidst the cheers of the Yellow Submarine fans, the referee blew the whistle signaling the end of regular time.

Dongqiu Di live match report: Allé scores a last-minute equalizer; regular time ends in a 2-2 draw between Yellow Submarine and Manchester United; the match enters extra time.

"Villarreal! Villarreal! Villarreal!"

Although it was still a draw for now, as the side that had equalized, the Villarreal fans' momentum was now extraordinarily overwhelming.

They could always bring hope to the fans in moments of despair.

This was the Yellow Submarine of this season!

The strongest form the Submarine had ever taken in its history.

The Super Submarine!

"Huff, huff huff"

Tang Ye squatted on the ground, gasping for breath.

Arlai walked over and extended his hand to Tang Ye.

"Haha!"

Tang Ye grabbed Arlai's hand and, with Arlai's help, stood up from the ground.

"There are still 30 minutes left; can you make it?"

Seeing that Tang Ye already looked somewhat exhausted, Arlai couldn't help but worry about the upcoming extra time.

Yellow Submarine is in trouble!

Should we substitute Tang Ye off during extra time?

"I feel like I can do it."

Tang Ye nodded.

Thirty minutes of extra time is a long stretch, but before that, the players still have a short break.

The current Tang Ye might not be able to hold on.

But after catching his breath, he should be fine!

Before extra time, entering the locker room is not allowed, so the Yellow Submarine players gathered in front of the substitute bench.

The team still has one substitution slot left; Tang Ye actively approached Escrivá: "Mr. Ferran, I can still play, you don't need to..."

"I know, I know."

Escrivá took the notebook from Martí; the moment the score was equalized, he had already made his decision.

That decision was that Tang Ye would not be substituted off!

Escrivá and Martí explained the matters for the upcoming extra time to the players; the situation at the neighboring Manchester United substitute bench was the same.

However, Ten Hag chose to hand the tactics he had prepared long ago to Fan Fan Dejiahe, letting Fan Fan Dejiahe communicate with the players.

In a place unseen by the cameras, Ten Hag made a very strange move.

Turning to glance at the stands, Ten Hag locked eyes with the head of the Manchester United Fan Association; the head blinked, then pulled out a megaphone he had hidden underneath.

A super large megaphone!

The kind that looks extremely loud!

And there were fully eight of them!

OK!

Confirming that everything was in order, Ten Hag returned to the front of the substitute bench.

"The offense was quite good, but our defensive problems are too big..."

Listening to Escrivá's explanation, Tang Ye directly squatted down on the spot.

His brain felt oxygen-deprived; he really needed to catch his breath!

"Tom!"

"Go Tom!"

Unable to take in Escrivá's tactics, Tang Ye's mind was filled entirely with the cheers of the fans.

During the match, Tang Ye's attention was always quite focused; only during times like this could he listen to the voices of the fans!

The fans are truly enthusiastic!

Turning around to wave at the fans in the stands, Tang Ye continued to adjust his tactics.

Captain Bruno stood right beside Tang Ye; he placed his hand on Tang Ye's head.

It was already 5 AM China time!

Check Dongqiu Di was still very lively!

Opening the app now, the first thing to catch the eye was the final match poster at the very top showing Tang Ye and Ten Hag staring at each other, with bullet comments constantly scrolling across the poster.

From the situation of the bullet comments, one could see that Chinese fans were still mostly siding with Yellow Submarine.

But that does not mean whichever side has more fans will ultimately achieve victory in the match.

In the end, it all depends on the result of the next 30 minutes of the match!

The 10-minute break passed quickly; Tang Ye felt he had just sat down when the referee began urging them.

Manchester United, having won the coin toss, chose to kick off first!

"Beep——!!!"

The match has begun!

Manchester United kicking off first was definitely intended to seize the advantage right at the start of extra time.

That is also what Escrivá said just now.

For the first 10 minutes of extra time, Yellow Submarine will prioritize stability!

Manchester United slowly built up their attack.

Just in a spot unnoticed by the cameras, the Manchester United fan organization began their operation.

Suddenly, a "ding-dong" sound rang out on the pitch, leaving the Yellow Submarine fans somewhat baffled.

Then something even stranger came.

"This is the National College Entrance Examination~ English Subject~ Listening Test..."

"Ding-dong!"

Hm?

Tang Ye turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

Although he was very serious during the match and not easy to hear sounds.

But suddenly, Chinese erupted from the European stadium stands; this was definitely intended to divert Tang Ye's attention.

Let's see exactly what the situation is?

"Section One: Listen to the following five dialogues; after each dialogue, there is a small question..."

"..."

Touching his nose, Tang Ye shook his head.

In that very instant, Rashford rushed past him with the ball.

Damn!

Tang Ye hurriedly chased back!

The camera cut to the away team's stands, where several large loudspeakers were displayed in the CCTV live broadcast studio.

"We can hear that the away team's fans seem to be, um... are..."

"It appears they are attempting to disrupt Tang Ye on the pitch?"

The fans at the scene did not know what was being played over the loudspeakers.

But the commentators in the CCTV live broadcast studio and the Chinese fans understood!

Check Dongqiu Di real-time match report: Just as extra time began, English listening audio appeared in the Manchester United stands, suspected to be a behind-the-scenes operation by Ten Hag to disrupt Tang Ye.

【????】

【This is a bit too outrageous.】

【Do Manchester United fans really want to mess with my Tang Tang Qiuwang's mindset like this?】

【Was this Ten Hag's doing? I feel normal fans wouldn't think of this, right?】

The fans discussed the matter carefully in the Check Dongqiu Di comments section.

In the end, the spearhead of criticism pointed at Ten Hag!

It was him!

Erik Ten Hag!

It was he who wanted to mess with Tom's mindset!

Look at the situation on the pitch again!

At the moment the loudspeakers emitted sound, Tang Ye indeed seemed to have been affected!

【Can the referee do something and give Ten Hag a yellow card!】 【Security, security, save my Tang Tang Qiuwang!】

【Holy crap, hahaha, how do we deal with this wave? A sonic attack has banned the opponent's core player.】

【Damn it, Ten Hag, stop this!】

Ten Hag's behind-the-scenes maneuver was somewhat outrageous.

But it had indeed affected Tang Ye.

The pressure on Chinese fans was now maxed out!

What are they going to do next!

"What is this?"

Escrivá walked back to the substitute bench.

Martí shook his head.

No one knew what this was.

"This should be the language from Tom's side,"

Sansone suddenly said.

!

"Of course I know it's Chinese."

Upon careful reflection, Escrivá felt something was amiss.

Manchester United fans were concentrating their targeting on Tang Ye on the pitch.

This was not good news!

For Yellow Submarine, this was absolutely not good news!

"Hey, referee!"

Escrivá lodged a complaint with the referee.

Security moved in to confiscate the Manchester United fans' loudspeakers, while the match on the pitch continued!

After his attention had been drawn away by the English listening audio, Tang Ye immediately refocused on the match.

The listening audio continued, but Tang Ye could no longer hear the sounds from the stands.

Super Focus Ability!

Dribbling from the right flank towards the left!

Tang Ye wanted to cover a bit more distance, but alas, his stamina had truly hit rock bottom, so he played a through ball early.

Cheryshev began driving down the line!

Looking for an opportunity!

"Wow!"

The fans stood up!

Look at Cheryshev's move!

Slap!

A cutback directly into the penalty area!

It's Aleix again!

Head it directly!

Slap!

De Gea raised his right hand and pushed Ale's header shot over the crossbar.

"Oh my god, De Gea!"

"Almost perfect reaction speed!"

"The score is now 2:2, but we can see that both goalkeepers, whether Asenjo or De Gea, are in excellent form today."

Goalkeepers in good form plus outfield players exhausted.

All these factors indicate.

Yellow Submarine is going to face a penalty shootout again today!

Escrivá paced back and forth on the sideline.

There aren't many players on the Yellow Submarine team who are good at penalties, and there's also Tang Ye, who basically has no penalty-taking ability.

It's a fifty-fifty in open play, but if it comes to penalties...

Escrivá could almost imagine the scene of the Yellow Submarine being eliminated by Manchester United in a penalty shootout!

"Huff huff huff"

Tang Ye was panting on the pitch.

Currently, Tang Ye was focused on extra time and hadn't yet thought about the possibility of a penalty shootout.

If he did think about the penalty shootout, he would surely die of nervousness!

What would he do then?

Retreat another step?

Tang Ye had already suffered enough during the last match against Beşiktaş.

He really couldn't retreat any further!

The fifteen minutes ended, and the match entered the second half of extra time.

The teams switched sides; by this point, the Manchester United players were finally exhausted.

Escrivá waved his hands in front of the substitute bench, signaling the players to pick up the pace.

He certainly knew the Yellow Submarine players were also very tired now.

But they had to seize this opportunity!

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【It seems to be working indeed; after stopping the English listening practice, Tang Ye's form improved.】

【The problem is my Ggbond is starting to struggle to run.】

【A penalty shootout?】

【The Yellow Submarine has many players who can take penalties, but only three who are actually good at them; I feel there's no chance of winning at all.】

【Holy crap, it's already dawned outside my place; time flies, brothers.】

The 109th minute!

"Rashford chooses to dribble himself!"

"Rashford's speed is very fast, but by now, the players' movements have become somewhat distorted."

"We know Tang Ye's stamina is rather average; right now he..."

In a spot unseen by the cameras, Tang Ye had already started walking.

He was indeed struggling a bit, yet Escrivá still hadn't substituted Tang Ye off, which was truly somewhat unexpected for the fans.

In the end, Rashford simply dribbled the ball out of bounds!

"Whoo——!!!"

While the Manchester United Crown Prince held his head and sighed, the Yellow Submarine players launched their taunts.

The camera cut to both substitute benches; Ten Hag and Escrivá both wore tense expressions, with one player standing beside each of them.

They would make substitutions when the match reached the 116th or 117th minute.

Preparing for the impending penalty shootout!

The 112th minute!

"Pass it to me!"

Tang Ye, who had conserved his stamina, suddenly accelerated at this moment.

He seized the ball while Lin Lin Jiade wasn't paying attention.

Lin Lin Jiade wanted to reach out and grab Tang Ye, but Tom, who was skilled at evading physical contact, easily slipped away.

Continue forward!

But stamina was completely depleted!

Pass first to Bruno on the wing!

Bruno decisively passed to Ale!

At this moment, Ale dropped back to the edge of the penalty arc to receive the ball, meaning he currently had no direct shooting opportunity.

He had to turn!

And at the exact moment Ale prepared to turn, Smalling used his shoulder to block the position, causing the Yellow Submarine striker to fall to the ground.

A set piece for Villarreal!

Seeing it was a set piece, Tang Ye slowly walked over, stood alongside Bruno, and the two covered their mouths to converse.

"You seem a bit unable to kick; how about letting me take this one?"

"Sure."

Tang Ye whispered that, aside from taking one kick, he truly couldn't help with anything else right now.

Tang Ye prepared to walk away, glancing toward the penalty area as he did.

Hm?

Suddenly noticing something strange, Tang Ye asked Bruno to make room for him.

Standing on the white line the referee had just drawn and looking toward the goal, Tang Ye held his mouth slightly open.

"How about you give me the ball? I'll take the shot directly."

"Are you sure?"

Bruno blinked rapidly, looking toward the goal just like Tang Ye.

Indeed, it was a reasonably good position for a direct free kick.

But the problem was...

Could Tang Ye actually score?

Bruno's doubt made Tang Ye hesitate slightly.

Glancing toward the sideline, he saw it was already the 113th minute.

Once extra time ended, it would be a penalty shootout.

Tang Ye shook his head.

Absolutely no penalty shootout!

"Let me take it."

Patting Bruno on the waist, Tang Ye took the ball.

"Good luck!"

After high-fiving Tang Ye, Bruno stepped aside.

In this situation, data analysis was useless; Matty placed his laptop on the chair, then walked forward. "What is he trying to do?"

"I don't know either."

Escrivá shook his head. "Tom is probably providing cover for Bruno. As soon as this kick is taken, I'll substitute Tom off immediately."

Originally, Escrivá had wanted Tang Ye to stay on the field a bit longer, but looking at the situation now, that simply couldn't be done.

The stamina issue was unsolvable; both Tang Ye's and Rashford's movements were already becoming distorted.

"Villarreal has a set piece, same old routine, with Tang Ye and Bruno standing together..."

Not yet knowing who would take this set piece, the broadcast camera focused on Tang Ye.

Huff, huff-huff...

Gasping heavily, Tang Ye was analyzing the feasibility of several shooting angles.

De Gea's reaction speed was very fast; Tang Ye had to find the best angle to score.

"After listening to each dialogue, you will have 10 seconds to answer the related sub-question and read the next one..."

Tang Ye touched his nose and glanced toward the away stand.

Several security guards were chasing a Manchester United fan who was clutching a large megaphone.

Swedish security is somewhat lacking...

Turning his head back, Tang Ye finalized his choice of route and then began slowly backing up.

Oh, right.

From the far end, at the Manchester United substitute bench, Tang Ye saw Ten Hag standing by the sideline with his hands in his pockets.

Taking a deep breath, he then murmured softly to himself.

"Sorry about this, Mr. Sitting Like..."

(End of Chapter)