Chapter 259: Crushing Syria by a Wide Margin, Damn It, Worth Every Penny!!

Slap!

Zeng Cheng leaped up, parrying Al-Mardikian's shot over the crossbar with a single palm.

Oof!

Tang Ye exhaled in relief and slowly retreated with his teammates.

"Beautiful!"

Feng Feng Xiaoting and Zeng Cheng collided chest-to-chest.

Syria had nearly equalized the score.

That was close!

Slap!

Syria took the corner kick!

However, Syria's corner tactics were truly poor; the two strikers in the penalty area didn't have the slightest chance to contest a header.

【Good, good, hold it together, crush them for a third consecutive victory!】

【Feels like Syria hasn't entered their rhythm yet】

【Even Iran got crushed; which team in Group A can beat the national team now?】

【Syria hasn't entered their rhythm yet, but the national team hasn't fully unleashed either】

The match reached the 32nd minute!

"Frequent errors in the defensive third over the last few minutes; this is not good news for the Chinese team's defense."

"Let's take a look—eh!"

"Saleh!"

"Goal!"

"Oh my god!"

The commentator in the broadcast booth clutched his head.

Saleh suddenly surged from the wing into the penalty area and opened the scoring for the national team with a low shot!

It's tied!

"Phew..."

Standing on the grass, Tang Ye scratched his hair.

He had certainly noticed Saleh's sudden forward run, but by the time he warned his teammates, it was too late.

Saleh's positioning was excellent; he had exploited Wang Wang Shenchao's blind spot!

While Syria celebrated, Lippi quickly summoned the national team players to the sideline.

"Their right-back will make forward runs to join the attack; you must pay attention to this!"

"Focus, focus!"

Lippi pointed at his own temples.

Tang Ye tilted his head.

Hmm, it seemed almost every coach he knew made this gesture?

It appeared that maintaining focus during a match was indeed a critically important matter.

However, Tang Ye wasn't sure whether his own state while playing counted as being focused.

Lippi made some simple tactical adjustments to the team.

From now on, the Chinese team's attacks would be more aggressive!

Why?

Because Ggbond's positioning had been advanced!

"Just run straight forward!"

Tang Ye and Wu Lei emphasized this once again.

Because from Tang Ye's perspective, Wu Lei should be the striker with the best off-the-ball movement within the national team.

At least, that was how it seemed to Tang Ye!

Slap!

【De Bruyne Standard Long Pass Lv4: Realistic】

Proficiency: 312/1200

A long pass from the defensive third!

It found Wu Lei directly!

"Wu Lei!"

Tang Ye jogged forward slowly.

This goal should be secure.

"Wu Lei controls the ball!"

"Eh!"

The commentator shouted briefly but did not describe it in detail.

At this moment, the fans needed to see it with their own eyes.

Just now, Wu Lei's first touch had bounced three meters away!

"Boooo——!!!"

The fans in the stands were jeering as Wu Lei stumbled a few steps before hurriedly chasing after the ball.

Although he messed up the first touch, Wu Lei quickly made amends.

He beat the Syrian defender to the ball by a step.

Slowing down, he headed straight toward the arc.

Slap!

Passed to Wu Xi on the left flank!

Wu Xi suddenly accelerated!

Executing a one-two pass with Gao Lin!

Possession returned to Wu Xi!

Shot!

Goal!

"Wow!"

Raising both hands, he sprinted quickly toward the attacking half.

To be honest, this attack was a bit terrifying!

"Haha, Brother Lei!"

Tang Ye reached out to pat Wu Lei's back: "I thought this attack was going to explode!"

"Damn, the pressure was too much!"

Wu Lei shouted into Tang Ye's ear: "Luckily we pulled it back!"

Tang Ye wrapped his right arm around Wu Lei's waist and his left around Wu Xi, feeling extremely comfortable with an embrace on each side.

The Syrian fans in the stands nearby were very arrogant!

Tang Ye, together with Feng Feng Xiaoting, both turned toward the stands and let out a shout.

"Roar——!!!"

Instantly silencing those few Syrian fans at the very bottom of the stands!

"The rhythm is great right now, the rhythm is great right now."

Tang Ye shared his view with his teammates: "If we maintain this rhythm, there should be more goals."

"Are you sure?"

Zhang Zhang Xizhe patted Tang Ye.

"Uh, not exactly sure."

"But I just have this feeling."

Tang Ye's expression was serious.

"Trust me, Brother Zhe, my instincts are very accurate!"

The fourth corner kick of the first half was taken.

Lippi paced back and forth on the sideline!

At the start of the match, the Chinese team's players executed his tactics very well.

But after Syria scored, the situation changed somewhat.

Tang Ye's rhythm seemed to be getting faster and faster!

Should he intervene?

Lippi hesitated slightly, finally deciding to observe for a few more minutes.

After all, he had only taken over the national team a few months ago.

This match was a perfect opportunity to study what kind of rhythm the national team should use to play!

First minute of first-half stoppage time!

"Straight in, straight in!"

Running along the left touchline, Tang Ye shouted at the top of his lungs.

He needed the attacking players in the penalty area to hear his voice!

Teammates began making their runs!

Tang Ye passed the ball to Wang Wang Shenchao, who had moved to his right to provide support.

"To me!"

Then he immediately called for the ball back, asking Wang Wang Shenchao to deliver a through pass further forward.

Wang Wang Shenchao didn't quite understand why Tang Ye was doing this, but he simply followed Tang Ye's instructions.

OK!

Receiving Wang Wang Shenchao's through pass, Tang Ye decisively set his left foot!

First touch!

This was Ggbond at his most fierce!

Slap!

【De Bruyne 45-Degree Cross Lv4: Realistic】

Proficiency: 271/500

A 45-degree cross, combined with a touch of your 【Ward-Prowse Topspin Free Kick】 technique!

Header!

Creating a heading opportunity for Gao Lin!

With a Syrian defender nearby, Gao Lin sprinted quickly into the penalty area.

But Tang Ye's cross was incredibly fast, putting immense pressure on the Chinese striker!

Yet just as the pass reached the space in front of Gao Lin, the ball suddenly slowed down in mid-air.

?

Awesome, it has to be Tang Ye...

This goal is secured!

Bursting with confidence, Gao Lin jumped up and smashed the ball into the net with a "Bang!"

"G——oooo——aaaa——lllll!!!"

3:1!

Before the end of the first half, the Chinese team extended their lead to two goals!

【You have obtained 15 Counterattack Points】

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

So satisfying!

Running toward the corner flag, Tang Ye took a moment to check his system.

Account Balance: 102

After upgrading 【Ronaldo Chicken Breast】 to +3, Tang Ye's Counterattack Point balance had once dropped below 100 points.

Now he had finally earned it back!

Tang Ye knew his Ji De Xiang Fa was correct.

Continuously doing daily quests would lead nowhere, so he chose to simply stop doing daily quests!

The core is the match!

Especially matches like the Asian Qualifiers that can earn big money!

Check Dongqiu Di Halftime Report: National Team leads Syria 3:1 away from home; Gao Lin scores a brace, Tang Ye assists a brace.

"China!"

"China!"

Walking backward and waving to the fans in the away section, Tang Ye gradually moved closer to the player tunnel.

"Not bad, Tang Ye!"

Gao Lin rushed over from the side and bumped into Tang Ye: "You decelerated it directly!"

"Decelerated what?"

Tang Ye turned around and walked toward the tunnel alongside Gao Lin.

"The ball decelerated while airborne over the penalty area, so I was able to hit it!"

Stepping into the tunnel, Gao Lin made no attempt to hide the excitement in his heart.

"Oh, oh, of course it had to decelerate."

Tang Ye stated matter-of-factly: "The hovering time is meant for heading; if it doesn't decelerate, it's hard to head properly."

Tang Ye's own heading attribute was only 50, but he knew how to make teammates receive the most comfortable headers.

"Good, awesome Tang Ye!"

The excited Gao Lin patted Tang Ye again.

He finally experienced the feeling of scoring a brace in the Asian Qualifiers!

【Halftime 3:1, Full-time 6:2】

【Tang Ye is still fierce; this is purely a dimensional strike】

【Handing in the math exam paper half an hour early does make one slightly more impressive than the average person】

Only five minutes had passed, yet the number of comments on the halftime report had already surpassed 6,000.

Chinese fans were extremely excited right now!

Because they had a premonition.

That the National Team was about to welcome their very own three-game winning streak!

"At the start of the second half, we need to establish a very fast rhythm, temporarily suppress the opponent, and not let them harbor thoughts of overturning the score; this is very important..."

Lippi stood in the center, while the translator Wen Wen Qianshi stood in the corner.

Although they held a two-goal advantage in the first half, Lippi had also said this was no excuse for the players to relax.

"When you track back, just go directly to the flank; there's no need to return to the center."

Tang Ye whispered to Wu Lei beside him, who looked at him with a face full of confusion.

"Their winger over there loves dribbling on the flank; going directly to the flank to intercept is the fastest way."

Tang Ye patted Wu Lei's arm.

Returning to the player tunnel.

The second half of the match was about to begin!

"Can we exchange jerseys?"

You Su Fu, the Syrian midfielder, walked over and struck up a conversation with Tang Ye.

You Su Fu spoke in English, but unfortunately, Tang Ye's English wasn't very good either.

However, You Su Fu made a gesture of rotating both arms in front of his chest.

"He probably wants to exchange jerseys with you," Wu Lei explained, then patted Tang Ye on the back: "You're a real star, Tang Ye!"

"Exchange jerseys, oh oh, sure, but the match isn't over yet."

"He definitely means exchanging after the match ends."

Captain Feng Feng Xiaoting walked up from behind.

"That's true too."

Tang Ye nodded, hugged You Su Fu, and gave a thumbs-up.

"Beep!"

"Alright, dear viewers and friends, welcome back; this is the second half of the Asian qualifiers match between Syria and the Chinese national team..."

Since this match concerned both teams' hopes of directly qualifying for the World Cup, Syria immediately picked up their attacking tempo right at the start of the second half.

On China's side, they followed Lippi's tactics, attempting to suppress Syria.

They had to suppress Syria fiercely!

And the commander of this suppression operation was... ggbond!

!

"Push forward, from the far end!"

Signaling his teammates to stretch wide, Tang Ye made an off-ball run forward.

Wu Lei and Zhang Zhang Linpeng moved forward together.

They wanted to pass the ball to Tang Ye!

But Tang Ye pointed at Wu Lei!

Bang!

"Zhang Zhang Linpeng passed the ball forward to Wu Lei!"

"Tang Ye is following over, hey!"

"It seems that due to the tight marking by Syria's defensive midfielder, Tang Ye has abandoned the idea of making a run down the line together with Wu Lei."

Tang Ye's positioning was a bit sudden; Lippi shouted anxiously from the sidelines.

"Cover, cover, cover!"

Huang Bowen, who had run forward, quickly occupied Tang Ye's position!

Whether it was Huang Bowen or Zhang Zhang Xizhe, they both felt that today's match was proving somewhat exhausting.

But since the team was currently leading, that was perfectly acceptable!

Arriving at the edge of the penalty arc!

Tang Ye went one-on-one against You Su Fu!

A collision!

You Su Fu stood only 1.7 meters tall; rarely, Tang Ye gained the upper hand in physical confrontation!

Wu Lei surged down the line!

"Wow!"

Suddenly, shrieks erupted from the fans in the stands.

Wu Lei had nutmegged the Syrian full-back!

He went around him, then ran toward the penalty area!

Slap!

A cross delivered to Gao Lin!

Gao Lin shot immediately!

Slap!

Goalkeeper Almaa punched the ball out.

Tang Ye looked up.

The ball's landing spot was exactly where he was positioned!

Indeed, his luck was simply the best!

Holding off You Su Fu behind him, Tang Ye used his height advantage to head the ball directly to Wu Lei, who was running in from the right!

Wu Lei controlled the ball.

He took a shot himself!

"Gooooo——aaaa——llll!!!"

"Goal!"

"Wu Lei!"

"4:1! China 4, Syria 1!"

The home team's fans in the stands fell silent.

The away team's fans immediately began to stir!

"China!"

"China!"

"China!"

The players ran out to celebrate; Wu Lei decisively executed a knee slide!

Tang Ye followed right behind Wu Lei!

Swish-swish——!!!

Tearing three furrows in the grass, Tang Ye stood up and leaped directly onto Wu Lei's back.

【You have obtained Counterattack Points *15】

【Assist hat-trick achieved; you have obtained bonus Counterattack Points *60】

Clamping his legs around Wu Lei's waist, Tang Ye pointed at the home team's fans in the stands: "Roar!"

"Haha!"

Jumping off Wu Lei, Tang Ye successively embraced Wu Lei and Huang Bowen.

"You look a bit tired!"

Tang Ye shouted toward Huang Bowen: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing!"

Huang Bowen was extremely excited now, panting as he hugged and celebrated with the teammates around him.

【Tang Tang Qiuwang assists Wu Tang Qiuwang!】

【4:1, damn, haven't felt this good in ages】

【Tang Ye seems to have been directing play the whole match; can he focus on kicking the ball like that?】

【Just say it—didn't he get a hat trick of assists!】

【War God GGBond!】

The match continued; after finishing his celebration, Lippi stood on the ground, lost in deep thought.

Tang Ye's attacking tempo was fast, yet his strange commanding ability on the field always compensated for the Chinese national team players' weak awareness.

Simply put, Tang Ye could bring his teammates on the field into the same rhythm as himself.

GGBond's Super Domain!

Huu...

He shook his head.

At this moment, Lippi could think of only one phrase to describe Tang Ye on the field.

A born team core!

"The Chinese team is making substitutions now! Zheng Zhi and Jiang Jiang Zhipeng are coming on."

"Chinese fans, don't panic; Tang Ye has not been substituted off."

"He is still on the pitch."

The director's camera cut to the big star on the field, GGBond.

Although he was strolling, just seeing GGBond's face gave the Chinese fans in the live stream a sense of reassurance.

Just as the lyrics of "Little Hero, Big Belly" say:

"With him, GG Bond has no worries!"

"Beep, beep-beep——!!!"

The match is over!

In the end, the Chinese team defeated Syria 4:1 away from home, securing victory in this match.

"Three consecutive wins!"

Tang Ye came to the front of the away stand, holding up three fingers on each hand: "Three consecutive wins!"

"Tang Ye, what are you doing?"

Zhang Zhang Yuning ran over and pointed out the problem with Tang Ye's gesture.

"Oh, oh, then let me change it."

Tang Ye pulled his left hand back and raised his right hand higher.

"Three consecutive wins!"

In the earlier matches of the Asian qualifiers, whenever the Chinese team lost away, they would slink back to the locker room to avoid being cursed to death by the fans.

This time, they could finally stand in front of the away stand!

Standing relaxed before the away stand, with no need to worry about being insulted by the fans!

Because they had won by a large margin, an absolute landslide!

The players could stand right in front of the fans!

Clap clap clap clap!

Tang Ye, Wu Lei, and Zhang Zhang Yuning stood in a row with their arms around each other's shoulders, singing cheering songs together with the Chinese fans in the stands.

After finishing the song, Tang Ye ran forward a few steps.

An uppercut!

"Wow!"

Again!

"Wow!"

Haha!

Front-page headline of "China Football News": Away 4:1 victory over Syria; the Chinese men's football team secures three consecutive wins in the third stage of the Asian qualifiers; Tang Ye's hat trick of assists puts him atop the assist rankings once again.

Hupu Community: Post-match ratings for Chinese team players.

Tang Ye - 10.0: This cannot be blackened.

Gao Lin - 9.9: Who says 31 is old for a veteran? This veteran is amazing!

Wu Lei - 9.9: Controlling the ball three meters away is a bit ridiculous, but you fought the chance back, which is awesome.

AFC Official Post-match Ratings for Chinese Team Players: Tang Ye highest at 10.0, Gao Lin 8.4, Wu Lei 8.1, Huang Bowen fourth at 7.7.

After the match ended, outside the Hang Jebat Stadium, Chinese national team fans wearing red jerseys gathered together.

Cao Yiwen — Frontline Reporter.

"We have arrived at the outer side of the stadium, and now, waiting with me for the national team to come out is this circle of people behind me; so many fans are all waiting for the national team to emerge."

"The national team's match has concluded; we defeated Syria with an almost overwhelming advantage by a score of 4:1, and our fans, who never gave up and stayed by our side, have finally received their reward today."

While the reporter was commentating, a big brother wearing glasses kept talking in front, so the reporter simply handed the microphone over to him.

The big brother brought his mouth close to the microphone and raised his left hand straight up.

"F***ing worth it!"

"4 to 1!"

"Worth it!!!"

The big brother's voice had already cracked, yet he was still exerting himself.

"I flew all the way from my hometown to watch this match; between the airfare and the hotel, I spent less than 6,000 yuan. I originally planned to just watch one game ending 2-1 or 1-0, but instead, it ended 4-1!"

"F***ing worth it!"

"Such a bargain, damn it!"

"Worth it! (voice cracks)"

Hmm...

The female reporter raised her eyebrows, her expression somewhat awkward.

If this were an ordinary reporter, she would have already crumbled under the pressure, but this female reporter on site was extremely seasoned.

She quickly retrieved the microphone: "The emotions of the fans on site are extremely agitated."

"And at this very moment, the feeling in each of our hearts is a complex mix of flavors; in fact, it is very difficult to express in words, because this is a sudden eruption after suppression. But I still want to ask everyone a few questions."

The female reporter deliberately avoided the overly passionate big brother from before and instead looked behind her for an interviewee.

"I want to ask the fans here: do you feel excited about such a result today?"

"Very excited, very excited!"

"Too excited!"

"Very, very excited!"

Fans crowded forward trying to snatch the answer, so the reporter quickly pulled the microphone back: "I know everyone might be feeling a bit joyful or agitated right now, but I must remind you that our tournament has only reached the 8th round; there are still 2 rounds of matches left to play."

"It's already secure!"

A big brother with his face painted entirely red rushed into the camera frame: "It's already secure!"

"So satisfied, I'm really so satisfied I could jump!"

The reporter continued speaking: "So regarding the remaining two matches..."

"Can we lose two games?"

A man looking like a scholar, wearing glasses, suddenly held up two fingers toward the camera, and the female reporter quickly handed him the microphone.

The scholar continued speaking: "Can we lose two games? Can we lose both of the remaining two matches? Given our current form, is it possible to lose both of the remaining two matches?"

"Can't lose, right? (laughs)"

"It's very blue! It's very blue!"

The reporter quickly turned around, as at this moment some fans began snatching answers again.

"The only match we could have lost was the one against Iran in March; since we didn't even lose the only one we could have lost, how is it possible to lose the remaining matches?"

"Uzbekistan? Or Qatar?"

A fan questioned the reporter: "With Uzbekistan's defense, wouldn't Tang Ye beat the shit out of them?"

"Can we lose? It's already secure!"

A young man wearing glasses rushed into the camera frame.

He cupped both hands around his mouth, amplifying his voice as much as possible.

Charging up!

"China—awesome!!!!!"

(End of Chapter)