Chapter 351: Tang Ye's Long-Range Pass and Shot: Ten Hag's Persistence Was Correct!

"Holy shit!"

"Damn it, why the hell weren't you this fierce when you were at Manchester United?"

"I'm seriously screwed!"

Bang! Bang!

Wang Chao furiously pounded the table, expressing his dissatisfaction with Mkhitaryan.

He had just said Manchester United would win by at least three goals, yet less than ten minutes into the match, Manchester United was already fucking behind!

"But it's fine, brothers; the current score doesn't represent the final result. Manchester United's handicap is still quite solid—yeah, very solid..."

【Streamer, are you just comforting yourself?】

【Feels like we're doomed, damn it; is Mkhitaryan really this fierce?】

【Why sell Mkhitaryan! Ten Hag, get out!】

"Hey, wait!"

Suddenly noticing something extraordinary, Wang Chao stared fixedly at the screen.

Several Manchester United players in the defensive half surrounded the referee: "Offside! That ball was offside!"

Tang Ye stood on the grass as Rashford slowly jogged over: "Was it offside?"

Rashford knew Tang Ye's vision was sharp; if one wanted to ask about an offside call, approaching Tang Ye was the correct choice.

"Hiss... I feel it should be offside, but my position was too far forward; it's hard to say."

Tang Ye shook his head.

His science teacher had said in childhood that readings taken from below or above are inaccurate; Tang Ye's current standing position to view the offside line was no different from looking down from above, so he couldn't guarantee anything either.

Let's see what the referee says!

"Peep!"

"Awesome!"

"Tang Tang Qiuwang!"

"No, awesome referee!"

Aubameyang's goal was ruled offside and disallowed.

The score remained 0:0!

"Phew..."

Tang Ye exhaled deeply, then high-fived Rashford beside him: "That was close, Marcus."

"Focus, focus!"

Ten Hag shouted loudly from the sidelines.

With the goal disallowed, the Arsenal players' mentality could easily falter at this moment.

Yes, Manchester United needed to seize this opportunity!

"United! United! United!"

The cheers from the stands were deafening; captain Ashley Young signaled Tang Ye to pick up the tempo.

Seeing Ashley Young's gesture, a smile appeared on Tang Ye's face.

Accelerating the attacking rhythm—this was something he absolutely loved!

"Come on, pass it to me, give it to me!"

He took the ball from Rojo's feet!

Facing the defender's press, Tang Ye shielded the ball with his back, then dragged it backward with his sole, easily executing a nutmeg on the defender!

"Beautiful, Tang Ye!"

"Another nutmeg dribble; Tang Tang Qiuwang's timing for beating opponents is absolutely top-tier, okay!"

"He's driving forward with the ball!"

Tang Ye dribbled up the center while Rashford and Mata launched simultaneously on the left and right flanks.

Whoosh, whoosh whoosh...

Smack!

【De Bruyne Standard Long Pass Lv5: Replication (Transcendent State)】

Proficiency: 89/5000

A long pass sought out Mata on the right flank!

"Baseline, baseline!"

Instructing Mata to continue down the line, Tang Ye rushed toward the right flank.

Mata controlled the ball!

A one-on-one duel on the baseline!

Smack!

A back pass found Tang Ye!

Dragging the ball with his right foot then pushing it to the left, Tang Ye cut inside while maintaining control.

"Woww!!!"

The fans stood up!

Let's see how Tang Ye chooses!

Pointing toward Rashford on the left baseline, Tang Ye flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot.

It looked like a pass, but in reality, it was a direct shot.

Smack!

An outside-of-the-foot chip shot.

Goalkeeper Ospina leaps into the air!

Ospina reaches out, but fails to touch the ball.

"Goooo——aaaaa——lllll!!!"

"Holy shit, Tang Ye!"

"Damn, it wasn't a pass, it's a goal! It's a goal!"

"Tang Ye!!!"

Haha!

The instant he confirmed his goal, Tang Ye spread his arms wide and sprinted toward Rashford.

Boom!

Tang Ye collided with Rashford.

"With me, with me!"

Sliding on his knees together with Rashford!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh——!!!

Rising from the grass!

"Roar!!!!"

"Tom! Tom!"

"Ahhh!!!"

The fans in the stands reached out to Tang Ye like madmen; Ashley Young charged up from behind and collided with Tang Ye, who had just turned around.

Boom!

【You have obtained Counterattack Points *10】

Clap clap clap!

Applause from the Manchester United fans erupted in the stands; Tang Ye raised his right arm high to greet them.

"You scared me to death, Marcus; I thought we were going to fall behind."

Tang Ye turned to look at Rashford, raising an eyebrow: "Actually, we're ahead, haha!"

Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye cuts inside then scores with an outside-of-the-foot chip shot; Manchester United leads 1:0.

Leading 1:0, if this scoreline holds until the final whistle, then Manchester United will claim the championship trophy.

But it is only the 26th minute of the first half!

"Watch the baseline closely; the midfielders need to drop back to defend!"

"We can win this, understand?"

Wenger shouted loudly at the Arsenal players before him.

The match continues!

Time reaches the 31st minute of the first half!

One can only say that Arsenal truly deserves its status as one of the Premier League's Big Six; the players quickly adjusted their form.

Snap snap!

Bellerin and Mkhitaryan execute a quick one-two combination.

Bellerin dribbles the ball to the baseline!

Snap!

A square pass into the penalty area!

Aubameyang!

Snap!

A push shot from Aubameyang inside the box; De Gea performs the Guanyin Sitting on the Lotus save, successfully blocking the ball away.

"Awesome, De Gea!"

"You damn well are my god!"

A push shot that was nearly impossible to react to, yet De Gea blocked it out anyway.

Boom!

Smalling and De Gea collided and roared, while Tang Ye up front broke into a smile.

His friends were in excellent form in this match.

Very, very excellent!

Ever since joining Manchester United, Tang Ye has firmly believed one thing.

As long as he and his friends all bring their best form, then Manchester United is invincible.

This is Manchester United today!

A 1:0 scoreline signifies victory.

But to be safe, Manchester United had better extend their goal difference to two before the end of the first half; that way, even if mistakes occur in the second half, the team can still guarantee a win.

In the 41st minute of the match, Manchester United launches a counterattack from their own half!

The counterattack ball naturally goes to Tang Ye!

"Go, go, go!"

Signaling his teammates to make forward runs, Tang Ye lays the ball off to Rodri.

Rodri sends a through pass back to Tang Ye!

"Tang Tang Qiuwang!"

"Here it comes!"

"Straight over the top!"

A long pass from Tang Ye over the defense, targeting Alexei at the very front.

Control the ball!

Alexei's first touch was slightly off, and with the Arsenal defenders tracking back quickly, this did not result in a one-on-one chance.

Alexei attempted a direct shot, but the ball sailed over the crossbar!

"Fuck!"

Alexei roared, expressing his dissatisfaction with his own shot just now.

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Tang Ye's voice came from behind: "You can do it, you can do it."

Manchester United currently held a one-goal advantage, so there was no need to play too anxiously.

"Beep, beep-beep!"

The first half is over!

"Phew, we nearly conceded."

Tang Ye leaned forward with hands on his hips, walking toward Rodri: "David was truly amazing today, damn it; if not for David, we might have already been leveled."

Rodri gazed toward the stands where the Manchester United fans were seated: "Everyone played pretty well today, right?" "Of course, this is the championship match, Rod."

Tang Ye and Rodri walked together toward the player tunnel.

Check Dongqiu Di halftime report: Tang Ye scores with an outside-of-the-foot chip into the far corner; Manchester United temporarily leads Arsenal 1:0.

The homepage of Check Dongqiu Di endlessly replayed Tang Ye's outside-of-the-foot chip from the first half.

As soon as you open the app, you can feel the greatness of Tang Tang Qiuwang through the animated images.

Mom asked me why I was watching TV on my knees!

Because I'm watching GG Bond!

"Phew, the pressure is huge."

Tang Ye leaned his back against the cabinet behind him, feet propped on a stool, curling his entire body into a ball.

"Huge pressure? I feel like you're the one under the least pressure among us."

Fan Fan Dejiahe walked past Tang Ye.

!

"No, no, no, Mr. Fan Fan Dejiahe, I only appear to be under little pressure; in reality, my heart rate has already accelerated. I'm wearing a heart rate monitor; you should be able to see my heart rate on the computer, which will prove I'm right."

Fan Fan Dejiahe spread his hands: "Is it possible that I said this only after looking at the heart rate monitor?"

"... Fine, okay."

Chewing his gum, Tang Ye adjusted his sitting posture; just then, Ten Hag had also finished handling his affairs.

"Full-backs must participate in the attack; this is a problem exposed in our last match. Our defenders need to push forward so we can establish a numerical advantage during attacks."

The match against Chelsea taught Manchester United many lessons.

Arsenal today also intended to create a numerical disparity, and Arsenal's form was even better than Chelsea's; if they managed to exploit that numerical gap, things would become dire for Manchester United's goal.

Ten Hag absolutely could not let that happen!

"..."

While Ten Hag was speaking, Tang Ye was also engaged in his own thinking.

Under normal circumstances, he basically never listened to the head coach's halftime talks, but today's match was simply too important for Manchester United.

Tang Ye wanted to take in what Mr. Erik was saying so that he could perform well in the remainder of the match.

Worried about being visually distracted, Tang Ye kept his head down looking at his feet while pricking up his ears.

If his mind wandered, Tang Ye would pinch his own arm.

The effect was quite good; through this method, he intermittently absorbed quite a bit of information.

"Come on, come on!"

"3, 2, 1!"

"Champion!"

Just hold on for another 45 minutes.

Hmm, at most 50 minutes!

In at most 50 minutes, he could lead his friends to win the EFL Cup championship!

Adjusting his breathing, Tang Ye followed Rodri out of the player tunnel.

"Okay brothers, welcome back; this is the second half of the EFL Cup final!"

As one of Tang Ye's diehard fans, Wang Chao was now also quite agitated.

Could the great Tang Tang Qiuwang lead his friends to lift the championship trophy!

"Let's witness Arsenal showing how it's done!"

"Go, Arsenal—yeah, you are the hot favorites for the title!"

"..."

Arsenal fans, of course, were unwilling to accept being behind; led by their supporter groups, they sang their team anthem in unison.

On the other side, the Manchester United fans were naturally the same.

Two completely different chants made Wembley Stadium extremely noisy.

"Forward, forward, hurry, hurry!"

Tang Ye had the ball on the right wing.

Push the ball forward!

Smack!

Decisive as ever, Tang Ye launched a long pass across the pitch, finding Rashford on the left wing directly.

Rashford controlled the ball with his chest!

Passed it to Rodri charging up the middle!

"Rodri!"

"Shoot straight!"

"Damn it!"

Just like the fans in the stands, Wang Chao clutching his head.

Rodri's long-range shot hit the goalkeeper.

"Shot right at him, damn it!"

"Rodri should have taken one more touch to adjust."

"Phew... damn, if Tang Ye had taken that shot, it probably would have been a sure goal."

To be honest, it was indeed a pity; Rodri, having missed the scoring chance, stared at Arsenal's goal lost in thought.

But he couldn't think for too long.

Because Arsenal's counterattack was about to launch!

"Hurry, hurry!"

"Wing, wing!"

Ten Hag shouted loudly toward the pitch.

Although leading by one goal, Manchester United's frequent wastefulness in the second half made their manager somewhat nervous.

Arsenal was no weak team.

If Manchester United's form deteriorated in the second half, Arsenal would definitely have a chance to equalize!

Squinting in thought, Ten Hag fell into hesitation.

There were still nearly 35 minutes left until the end of the match.

Perhaps Manchester United could switch to a five-defender formation to defend?

Hmm...

This was indeed a question worth considering, yet Manchester United's defense was not as fierce as their offense; if Arsenal found a weakness, it would truly be disastrous.

"..."

Watching Tang Ye on the pitch helping his teammates with coordinated defense, Ten Hag exhaled a breath.

Better to hold on a bit longer.

Maybe Tom could break the deadlock?

"I've got it!"

Boom!

With a sliding tackle, Tang Ye successfully regained possession.

Valencia and Herrera sprinted past him simultaneously; Tang Ye seized the opportunity to play a through ball.

It went to Valencia!

A counterattack chance for Manchester United!

Valencia drove straight forward with the ball!

He was already nearing the byline!

Due to pressure from the defenders, Valencia couldn't continue down the line and could only wait in place.

Smack!

Passed back to Herrera!

Herrera prepared to deliver a 45-degree cross when a voice came from behind.

"To me!"

He flicked the ball back to Tang Ye behind him.

Tang Ye charged up!

Boom!

"Fuck!"

Ten Hag shouted out.

A shot from that position?

Damn you, Tom, and here I was trusting you at this very moment!

Tang Ye's brain seemed to have short-circuited, actually choosing to shoot directly at this moment.

However...

Actually, this wasn't really a shot.

Smack!

Tang Ye's long-range strike hit Haller in the stomach.

?

Haller froze for an instant, then quickly turned around once he realized what had happened.

Immediately followed by a volley shot from mid-air!

"Goooo——aaaa——llllll!!!"

"Damn!"

"Goal!"

"Tang Tang Qiuwang!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!"

The familiar sound of keyboard tapping; Wang Chao expressed his current excited emotions in his own way.

Ale, who scored the goal, rushed toward the corner flag immediately, while Tang Ye and Rodri ran toward Ale together.

"Haha!"

The Manchester United players hugged each other, and Tang Ye was lifted up directly by Ale.

It looked like a nonsensical thirty-meter long-range shot, yet it managed to help the team secure a goal.

You might think it's absurd.

But this is the strength of GGBond!

"Mm..."

Standing on the sideline, Ten Hag's chest heaved up and down, as if he had not yet recovered from the shock just now.

Using a long-range shot to hit a teammate's stomach to create an opportunity; indeed, only Tang Ye could come up with something like this.

Ten Hag extended his right hand and looked at the palm of his right hand.

I, I...

My tactic... succeeded!

(End of Chapter)