Chapter 398: Hangzhou Metro Reminds You: China Leads 1-0

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NO. 1: China vs. Germany.

NO. 2: German player fouls Tang Ye.

NO. 3: Clash erupts in the China-Germany match.

NO. 4: Tang Ye treated like a ball and kicked around.

The internet is in an uproar; whether on Weibo or Tieba, opening any app now reveals nothing but World Cup news.

Twitter is the primary battlefield.

The alliance of China, France, Manchester United, Barcelona, and Yellow Submarine versus the alliance of Germany, Bayern Munich, and Borussia Dortmund.

【Germany is too dirty!】

【Protect Tom!】

【Don't get injured; the next Premier League season hasn't started yet.】

【This is normal contact; Tom is just diving.】

【You dive and bleed? Are you jumping off a building or into water? You with the Korean IP, don't leave—we'll settle this in private messages, one-on-one.】

While the internet buzzes, the locker rooms of both Germany and China are terrifyingly silent.

"..."

The Chinese national team players all hung their heads.

What Tang Ye said wasn't pleasant to hear, but it was undeniably the truth.

During the match, Tang Ye repeatedly emphasized passing forward, forcing China's defenders to nod under pressure.

But nodding was all they did; they took no actual action.

This led Tang Ye to receive false signals.

He thought his teammates would pass him the ball, yet in reality, they never did.

This caused a serious problem: Tang Ye kept wasting time in the attacking third.

The CPU was overclocked, but the RAM and graphics card weren't connected.

Apart from the temperature rising continuously, there was absolutely no effect.

"I'm asked to play defense against Özil; I'm truly speechless."

Tang Ye leaned back in his chair.

He knew he had used some harsh words, but he had no choice.

If he didn't shout a few things, his teammates would remain just as timid in the second half.

"..."

Madaloni stood right in front of Tang Ye, completely stunned; he glanced back at Lippi, who simply adjusted his glasses.

"Indeed, that's the case; our tactics aren't purely defensive. Football requires offense; if the opportunity arises, you should pass forward."

"Exactly, it's a simple matter."

Tang Ye spread his hands again: "Am I not stronger than those German midfielders? Just give me the ball. Even if we lose possession, so what? We have four defenders, so we're not afraid of losing the ball. When retreating to defend, we become five defenders; what is there to fear with five defenders? If we lose it, we all track back together. The defensive midfielders haven't received any cards yet; worst case, we commit a tactical foul."

According to Tang Ye's analysis, China still had a significant chance in this match.

The players weren't weak; the problem lay entirely in their mindset.

China was playing too softly!

"Didn't we sing the national anthem together at kickoff? Have you forgotten the first line of the anthem? Why are you playing on your knees? Is Germany that strong?"

"..."

"Phew."

"Mm, sorry."

Turning his head away, Tang Ye said softly.

"It's fine, it's fine."

Wu Lei nodded while the players in the locker room fell silent, deep in thought.

"I didn't mean to scold you; I just want to coordinate with you. We need to play more aggressively to create opportunities. Just pass forward; if the pass isn't accurate, I won't yell at you."

Tang Ye crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the cabinet behind him.

Clap, clap, clap!

Madaloni clapped: "That's the spirit. We need calmness when discussing tactics, but passion during the match; only then can we play good football."

"We'll make some adjustments for the second half."

Indeed, raising his voice proved effective; Madaloni and Lippi immediately made substitution adjustments based on Tang Ye's words.

In the second half, Wei Wei Shihao came on as a substitute for Yu Yu Hanchao.

This substitution was somewhat surprising, but it was indeed the result of Lippi's careful consideration.

Since Tang Ye wanted to play more aggressively, Wei Wei Shihao was the perfect fit!

"Damn!"

Feng Feng Xiaoting suddenly shouted: "Hell, I think you make sense; why should we be afraid to play against Germany?"

"Come on, come on!"

"Three, two, one!"

"Go China!"

"2018 FIFA World Cup..."

"2018 FIFA World Cup..."

The venue was introducing the World Cup situation in six languages when suddenly the screen switched, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

The director cut to a shot of the player tunnel!

Twisting his neck, Tang Ye chewed gum in his mouth.

Glancing at Özil beside him, he saw that Özil kept trying to avoid making eye contact with Tang Ye.

But to be honest, Tang Ye couldn't be bothered with him anymore now.

Unsurprisingly, he would suffer many more fouls in the second half; he could only take it one step at a time.

"Welcome back, dear viewers! This is the FIFA World Cup..."

"China has made a substitution: Wei Wei Shihao comes on for Yu Yu Hanchao!"

After Wei Wei Shihao entered the pitch, China's forward line consisted entirely of young players.

Fans guessed that Yu Yu Hanchao's stamina had failed due to continuous defensive runs in the first half, which was why Lippi made this substitution.

But only the Chinese players and the coaching staff knew the actual situation.

Right at the start of the second half, Tang Ye was once again double-teamed by German players.

However, because they already held yellow cards, Özil and Khedira's actions in the second half were not as brutal as they had been in the first.

Kroos intercepted the ball in the defensive third!

"Forward, forward!"

The German players surged forward en masse; Kroos pointed ahead and then played a low through-ball.

The ball passed between Zhang Zhang Xizhe and Tang Ye, going directly to Müller, who was making a diagonal run into the center.

"Oh!!!"

It wasn't a one-on-one breakaway, but it was still an excellent attacking opportunity!

Müller accelerated with the ball!

Observing the situation on the pitch, Tang Ye quickly calculated Germany's possible attacking options and then made his move.

"Drop back into the box, drop back into the box!"

"That number 7 at the far post, watch number 7!"

Wang Wang Shenchao was tasked with marking Müller one-on-one, while other German players on the left flank also began their movements.

However, right at the start of the second half, China's momentum was terrifyingly high; Feng Feng Xiaoting coordinated with Wang Wang Shenchao to force Müller to release the ball.

Özil still wanted to pass toward the byline, but Zheng Zhi intercepted it directly.

"Take it yourself, take it yourself!"

Tang Ye shouted loudly, then sprinted toward the attacking third.

"A counter-attack opportunity for China!"

"Let's see... Tang Ye's speed is incredible!"

After ending the first half in a 0-0 draw with Germany, China, instead of playing safely in the second half, had switched to an attacking mindset.

What was China trying to do!

Zheng Zhi advanced ten meters with the ball, then laid it off to Zhang Zhang Linpeng on the right.

Tang Ye scanned front, back, left, and right; four mental snapshots merged together to form a complete view of the pitch.

For a brief moment of god's-eye view, Tang Ye's brain raced with lightning speed.

He needed to perform some calculations.

To calculate a suitable attacking route!

If he took the ball himself and then passed to Zhang Zhang Yuning, Zhang Zhang Yuning would...

If he passed to Wu Lei instead... after he took the ball, Kroos would likely come over; if Kroos came over, then...

Tang Ye's current ability allowed him to calculate at most seven or eight passes ahead, which was already more than enough for the current situation.

Great Go players can always calculate several moves ahead; Tang Ye firmly believed that all sports require advance calculation.

By using his brain to plan out every possibility, the football played would be the most accurate!

"Wu Lei, Wu Lei!"

Hearing Tang Ye's voice, both Wu Lei and Zhang Zhang Linpeng reacted instantly.

Wu Lei pulled out to the right wing to receive the ball, and Zhang Zhang Linpeng played a through-ball!

OK!

With a teammate in possession, Tang Ye immediately moved to support.

"Come on, come on!"

"China!"

"Go China!"

Wu Lei, now in possession, was quickly surrounded by German defenders; despite several combinations between Wu Lei and Zhang Zhang Linpeng, they failed to work the ball out.

The good news was that Tang Ye had arrived.

Wu Lei pushed the ball forward; Tang Ye trapped it, then immediately dragged it behind him.

Kroos rushed over to defend, but Tang Ye successfully shielded the ball.

In the camera shot, a smile suddenly appeared on Tang Ye's face, causing some fans in the broadcast studio who often watched Tang Ye's matches to jump straight up from their seats.

They knew what Tang Ye's smile represented!

The situation on the pitch was unfolding exactly as he had calculated!

"Wu Lei!"

Signaling for Wu Lei to come receive the ball, just as Kroos prepared to shift his position, Tang Ye suddenly hooked the ball with his left foot, playing it directly through Kroos's legs.

This was the advantage of having 55 skill points; Tang Ye's left foot was always impossible to defend against!

"Woww!!"

"Tang Ye has shaken off Kroos!"

"He's running toward the top of the arc!"

"That's right, Tang Ye prefers that position at the top of the arc, but the German team knows this too; they certainly won't let him reach it so easily."

Of course, the German team didn't want Tang Ye to dribble forward so comfortably, but that was no longer up to them.

Fast, fast, slow, fast-fast-fast-slow!

Fast-slow-fast-slow!

Fast!

With continuous changes in rhythm, Tang Ye very easily shook off Khedira.

"To Wei Wei Shihao!"

Wei Wei Shihao was fierce too; facing Kimmich, he showed no fear at all, dribbling straight forward.

Although he didn't successfully beat his man, Wei Wei Shihao's bold push forward bought Tang Ye a lot of space.

"Here!"

Receiving the pass back behind Wei Wei Shihao, Tang Ye cut inside from the left flank!

He had originally planned to cut inside to the top of the arc before shooting, but Neuer's positioning was rather deep, which gave Tang Ye a new idea.

Push the ball forward!

Slap!

"Tang Ye, passing to the far post..."

"Eh!"

Neuer leaped into the air, yet his fingertips failed to reach Tang Ye's ball.

Passing to the far post?

Wu Lei's reaction was still very quick; the moment Tang Ye passed, he darted in.

But it was no use.

Because Tang Ye's kick was not a pass.

The camera focused: Tang Ye's curled shot flew straight into the dead angle at the top right.

"I, I, I..."

"Hiss, the ball is in!"

"Eh!"

"Tang Ye!"

"A goal for the Chinese team! Goal! A goal for the Chinese team!"

In the broadcast booth, He Wei and Huang Huang Jianxiang were already somewhat incoherent.

For professional commentators, this was indeed somewhat inappropriate.

But there was nothing to be done about it.

China vs. Germany, and the one leading is China!

It's the fucking Chinese team!

"Wow!!!"

Some fans in the stands were stunned, while those who weren't kept cheering endlessly.

Tang Ye didn't run out to celebrate; he just stood in place, spreading his hands under the focus of the cameras.

So.

Why be afraid?

"Wow!!!"

"China!"

"China!"

A long-range goal was almost impossible to be disallowed, and the Chinese fans in the stands had already begun celebrating.

"Awesome!"

"Tang Ye!"

Wei Wei Shihao and Tang Ye embraced, followed by Zhang Zhang Yuning and Wang Wang Shenchao!

Wu Lei held his buttocks with both hands, looking at the live score displayed on the stadium's big screen.

Germany: China.

0:1.

"No way, bro."

"You can actually score..."

Roar—!!!!

Tang Ye let out a fierce roar toward the stands.

【You have obtained 50 Counterattack Points】

【First goal in a World Cup finals match; you obtain an additional 50 Counterattack Points】

Check Dongqiu Di Live Match Report: Tang Ye cuts inside and scores with an unstoppable long-range shot; the referee checks and signals the goal is valid. China leads 1:0. (Comments: 32,982)

【????】

【I, I damn?】

【We've entered a parallel timeline, brothers; actually, China is the champion of the '14 World Cup】

【Why so fierce, what did Lippi say at halftime?】

【Lippi is awesome!】

【Holy crap, can I see Brother Tang Zhengxiong, is Brother Tang Zhengxiong at the scene?】

Tang Ye kept tapping his own jersey with his finger, and the director then cut the camera to Tang Tang Zhengxiong below the VIP stand.

GGBond's father GG Tang Zhengxiong was wearing Tang Ye's China national team No. 10 jersey today, with Tang Ye's oversized autograph on both the front and the back.

Seeing himself on the big screen, Tang Tang Zhengxiong reached into his pocket, pulled out a pair of sunglasses, and put them on.

"Wow!"

Through the screen, the fans seemed to be able to see straight through to the DNA inside Tang Tang Zhengxiong's body.

An extraordinary double helix structure!

This is the GG family's super DNA!

"China!"

"China!"

The German fans still hadn't accepted the scoreline, while the Chinese fans had already begun to celebrate.

After applauding, Lippi returned to the substitutes' bench and just sat there in a daze.

He glanced at Maddaloni beside him, and Maddaloni beside him was also looking at him.

Both of them blinked.

"Mr., this, this…"

Lippi turned his head away.

Maddaloni wanted Lippi to say something.

But how would Lippi know what he was supposed to say right now?

……

Betway website live odds (56th minute).

China outright win, 1 to 3.00.

Germany outright win, 1 to 2.05.

Draw, 1 to 3.25.

Leading by one goal at the 56th minute, the national team had finally pulled the odds close to Germany's.

Right now the odds on a China outright win were dropping fast — it looked like by the 65th minute they'd be level with Germany's.

"No one favored China before the match, yet China is the one fighting hardest in this game!"

As on-site commentators, He Wei and Huang Huang Jianxiang had only one feeling in their hearts when they saw this scoreline.

So damn shocking!

The group-stage opponent was the powerful defending champion, yet even so China had taken the lead in the second half!

Tui!

Spitting on the ground, Tang Ye quickly retreated.

"Up front, up front, be more decisive!"

Trailing China by one goal, the German head coach had already started to panic, constantly directing his players to push forward.

Although their form really was poor, Germany's depth was still there — relying on the excellent link-up between Kimmich and Müller, Germany launched an attack down the right flank.

Kimmich's pass found Özil right at the byline!

Crack!

Özil, an inverted cutback!

Into the middle for Müller!

!!!

Tang Ye's heart clenched tight.

Bang!

Müller let fly a long shot; Feng Feng Xiaoting and Zhang Zhang Linpeng both threw themselves to the ground, one on each side, and in the end Müller's shot hit Zhang Zhang Linpeng's body.

"Beautiful!"

"China's momentum has come out."

"Yes, it's the 60th minute of the first half. If they can hold on for another 30 minutes, China can claim the first World Cup victory in the team's history."

"And against Germany, no less!"

Bang bang!

Bang bang!

China had turned danger into safety, and the national team fans in the stands were perfectly in sync — a familiar sound rang out across the Luzhniki Stadium.

"Smart and brave and strong～ I really envy myself～"

"Hula hoops are no problem, three backflips then a salute～"

"From south to north we won't give up, go find the slimming chocolate～"

"……"

"Let's sing out loud, lalalala～～～～"

Smart, brave, strong — three such wonderful words used to describe one person.

Who on earth has such charm?

Does that even need saying?

That person is China's No. 10.

GGBond!

……

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye scores with an unstoppable curling shot; the referee signals the goal is valid. China leads Germany 1:0. (86,741 comments)

Opening the Check Dongqiu Di app, the first thing one sees is Tang Ye's signature image of that moment he spreads his hands facing the camera.

Khedira and Özil, who had been shaken off, are lying right beside him!

"Hangzhou Metro reminds you: in the first round of Group F of the FIFA World Cup group stage, China leads Germany 1–0…"

……

(End of chapter)