Chapter 416: GGBond, Think of Something Quickly!

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"..."

Perhaps due to immense pressure, Lippi was rarely seen pacing along the sideline.

In the friendly match, China and Brazil played to a 1:4 result.

China did not play seriously in the friendly, and Brazil played even less seriously.

So although there was prior experience from the friendly match, honestly, that game's reference value was not very significant.

Lippi now only wanted to figure out one thing.

Was it that Tite did not start Marcelo because the player's form was poor?

Or had the Brazilian head coach guessed what the Chinese team intended to do?

"Brasil!" (Portuguese for Brazil)

Willian received the ball on the right flank, executed a simple passing combination with a teammate, and then began his individual showcase.

Feinting an inward cut to trick Zhang Zhang Xizhe first...

Then directly cutting inside.

Willian's speed was actually not particularly fast, but compared to the Chinese defenders, it was already at a very formidable level.

"I got him, I got him!"

Wang Wang Shenchao rushed up directly to block Willian's position, while Zhang Zhang Xizhe, very intelligently, went straight to mark Paulinho.

Tang Ye also rushed back; his target was the restless Fagner.

Slap!

A cross!

From the winger Willian!

Aimed at Neymar at the far post.

However, the Chinese players had assigned specific marking duties for Neymar.

The moment Neymar received the ball, Hao Hao Junmin and Zhang Zhang Linpeng immediately sandwiched him.

Neymar stumbled a few steps but still managed to poke the ball out using his own ability.

"That was a rather obvious foul by the Chinese team, but the referee signals advantage for Brazil's attack!"

"Given."

Coutinho played a short through-ball to Jesus, who then passed it to Willian.

"Watch out!"

Tang Ye shouted, and at that very moment, Willian completed his feint and shot.

The ball flew out just grazing the crossbar.

"Wow!"

That was close!

This was the immediate reaction of both the Chinese players and the fans.

"Drop back a bit, drop back a bit, keep some distance from him."

Tang Ye instructed his teammates.

The dribbling abilities of both Brazilian wingers were too outstanding, so the Chinese defenders still needed to be extra cautious!

"..."

"Pass it directly to Tang Ye!"

Receiving a pass from a teammate near the baseline, Tang Ye paused briefly before immediately cutting inside.

The supporting teammates were all being marked, but Tang Ye showed no sign of panic whatsoever.

One-on-one against Filipe!

Swish-swish!

With a La Croqueta, Tang Ye successfully created distance from Filipe.

"Wow!!!"

No one expected the Chinese team to penetrate into Brazil's penalty area so quickly.

Look at Tang Ye's move!

Slap!

He unleashed a shot with the outside of his right foot.

The angle was quite well-placed, but Alisson still pushed the ball away.

"Damn!"

Biting his jersey, Tang Ye roared at the empty air.

"This is the first shot on target of the match, coming from Tang Ye's outside-of-the-foot curler after creating space!"

Although no goal was scored, with this attack the Chinese team demonstrated a principle to the fans: Brazil's defense was not impregnable.

Well, at least it wasn't impregnable for Tang Ye.

"What the Chinese players need to do now is to seek combinations with Tang Ye as much as possible, and what Tang Ye needs to do is to maximize his own abilities."

Frequent combinations between players and Tang Ye's individual capability.

These two aspects appeared highly contradictory, but from the match against Sweden, fans realized that if handled well, the state of mutual balance between them would represent the Chinese team's strongest form.

Bang!

Check Dongqiu Di Live Match Report: Neymar completes a rainbow flick, then gets brought down by a defender before entering the penalty area; Brazil awarded a direct free kick.

"Beep beep beep!!!"

A direct free kick is given to Coutinho.

Let's see how Coutinho handles it...

Beep!

Coutinho chooses to pass, finding Neymar who has run around to the far post.

Neymar shows off his ball-stopping skills, then fires off a shot.

Duang!

The ball hits the post, and after rebounding, lands right at Willian's feet.

The Brazilian winger taps in the follow-up, scoring with almost no effort.

"Goooo——aaaa——llllll!!"

Goal!

There is not a hint of offside in this goal for the Brazilian team!

"Hiss, the score is now 1:0."

"Falling behind in the 18th minute; this situation doesn't seem very favorable for the Chinese team..."

The Brazilian players begin their celebration, while the Chinese defenders in the penalty area look somewhat stunned.

"Just get up there, be decisive!"

Zeng Cheng shouts at Wang Wang Shenchao.

His form is good, but at the end of the day, he is just a goalkeeper valued at a few hundred thousand euros; if the Chinese national team players expect Zeng Cheng to unleash the fighting power of a ten-million-euro player, that is clearly unrealistic.

"Steady, steady."

Tang Ye shouts to his teammates.

Time quickly moves to the 34th minute of the first half; Brazil's second goal is disallowed for offside, keeping the score at 0:1, and at this moment, the Chinese team also finds their opportunity through a long-ball counterattack.

Facing the incoming pass, Tang Ye shields the ball with his body, back to Coutinho, extends his right foot, and kicks the ball out.

Tang Ye's pass sails over both his own head and Coutinho's, and then...

It finds Zhang Zhang Yuning directly!

"Oh my god!"

This seems like a chance for the Chinese team!

Zhang Zhang Yuning stops the ball and adjusts, but his subsequent shot is blocked by three Brazilian defenders.

"..."

"Coutinho shoots directly!"

Bang!

Tang Ye, rushing over, completes the block on Coutinho.

But Coutinho's shot carries immense power; after Tang Ye blocks the first attempt, the ball flies out.

It goes to Casemiro!

Bang!

Casemiro's long-range shot is headed away by Tang Ye, who has just scrambled up from the ground.

Players from both sides begin scrambling for possession, but Brazil ultimately retains the ball.

Damn it!

Realizing something is wrong, Tang Ye quickly turns to check the positioning of his teammates in the backfield as Coutinho unleashes his second long-range shot.

Bang!

The ball speed is ridiculously fast; even if Zeng Cheng reacts, he has no good chance to save it.

"Goal! (Russian)"

"2:0! The score is now 2:0; Brazil has extended their lead! (Russian)"

Ptui!

With his hands behind his backside, Tang Ye spits a mouthful of saliva onto the ground.

Damn it.

Just as he learned in the game, this Coutinho on the opposing side truly has exaggerated long-range shooting ability!

While the Brazilian players are celebrating, Wu Lei quietly walks over to Tang Ye's side.

It seems that standing beside Tang Ye is the only thing that can make him feel safe now.

Tang Ye says nothing either, searching for possible solutions amidst his regret.

He takes the ball and moves to the sideline.

"Go China!"

"Go Tang Ye!"

Passing the ball to Zhang Zhang Linpeng beside him, Tang Ye begins to push forward.

Pa!

Zhang Zhang Linpeng delivers a cross, but it hits a Brazilian player's hand.

"Oh! It's a handball!"

Players from both sides are adjusting their positions when, right at this moment, Tang Ye secretly slips away.

!

The Chinese team's forwards catch Tang Ye's intention and immediately begin making forward runs.

Tang Ye places the ball at the spot of the foul and reaches out to touch it!

Bang!

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

Proficiency: 842/5000

"He passed it out directly!"

"Tang Ye's quick free kick!"

Every player in the stands stood up.

The ball went to Yu Yu Hanchao on the left flank, who controlled it while adjusting his stance.

He passed sideways to Wu Lei at the far post!

Control the ball!

Bang!

Wu Lei struck the ball into the top left corner of the goal, successfully scoring.

"Goal!"

"Wu Lei!"

"Tang Ye's unexpected quick free kick helped the Chinese team find an opportunity!"

The commentators shouted until their faces turned red, and the Chinese team players prepared to celebrate.

But then, the VAR indicator in the top left corner of the screen began to spin.

"..."

"This..."

"The Video Assistant Referee is checking the Chinese team's goal just now."

In the camera shot, Tang Ye rushed over with his teammates, spreading his hands toward the referee: "What's wrong? What's wrong with this goal?"

"Hey, Mr., listen to me, there's no problem with this goal, there definitely isn't, okay?"

Momentum was far too important for the Chinese team right now; Tang Ye did not want Wu Lei's excellent goal to be disallowed by the referee.

Since the Video Assistant Referee gave no clear response, the main referee signaled that he was going to the sideline to watch the replay.

"Wow!!"

The Brazilian fans were screaming; Tang Ye was already somewhat speechless.

Don't mess around, damn it.

"Was it offside?"

Feng Feng Xiaoting grabbed Tang Ye's shoulder and asked quietly.

"I didn't even look at the positions ahead."

Tang Ye replied.

Because achieving an unexpected effect sometimes required his passes to be based on his own advance calculations.

At the moment of the pass, Tang Ye actually hadn't lifted his head to look at all.

"Hiss, well then."

Feng Feng Xiaoting sighed.

Now they could only stand where they were and wait for the referee's decision.

The camera showed the replay.

"Eh, it seems there really is a possibility of offside."

"Although Miranda was lagging behind, Yu Yu Hanchao's left foot was forward."

"They need to draw lines to compare."

Soon, one red line and one green line appeared.

Yu Yu Hanchao was offside by one-third of a foot!

The main referee drew a box, then blew his whistle.

"Beep!!!"

Goal disallowed!

"Hey!"

Tang Ye grew anxious, running over directly to block the referee: "No, seriously, are you sure it was offside?"

The referee said nothing, and Tang Ye stood there, fretting in vain.

Seeing the VAR equipment surrounded on the sideline, Tang Ye had a sudden idea and ran straight over.

Seeing is believing; he wanted to see it with his own eyes.

Squinting, Tang Ye stretched his neck toward the VAR monitor.

The red line and the green line...

"Beep!"

The moment Tang Ye saw what was displayed on the screen, the referee blew the whistle the next second.

Yellow card: Tang Ye (10)

"..."

"Wow!"

The fans in the stands were jeering; Tang Ye helplessly spread his hands.

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye's quick free kick counterattack, Wu Lei's shot on goal disallowed. Subsequently, Tang Ye received a yellow card from the referee for peeking at the VAR equipment.

The camera focused on Tang Ye.

This was the first player since the introduction of VAR technology in the World Cup to receive a yellow card for looking at the VAR.

"Damn, I didn't know this wasn't allowed to be watched!"

Tang Ye spread his hands toward his opponent, feeling utterly miserable.

Who could have expected that an attacking midfielder like him would be the player with the most yellow cards on the team?

Of course, the yellow cards were the lesser concern.

The main issue was that Wu Lei's goal had been disallowed; this was currently the most distressing matter for the Chinese national team players.

42nd minute of the first half!

Receiving the ball on the left flank, he cut inside toward the center, with Paulinho right beside him.

Additionally, Casemiro was positioned ahead.

Cutting inside then turning toward the byline!

Tang Ye pretended to nutmeg Paulinho, nearly scaring the latter to death, but then Tang Ye pulled a fancy move: he stepped on the ball, dragged it back, and kicked it forward again, successfully shaking off Paulinho.

Casemiro was blocked by Paulinho, so he had no chance to tackle and intercept Tang Ye.

Arriving at the edge of the penalty arc!

Slap!

With his left foot, he lofted the ball to Wu Lei making a run on the right flank.

Another shot, but once again it failed to go in.

"Huff..."

The long-distance run just now left Tang Ye gasping for breath.

"Just make up your mind, huff huff, if you want to shoot then shoot, don't hesitate!"

"..."

"Pass to Jesus!"

Jesus, Neymar, and Coutinho kept making overlapping runs outside the Chinese team's penalty area, but in the end, Jesus's push shot went wide.

"Beep, beep beep!!"

"Alright, the first half is over; the current score between both sides is temporarily 2:0, with the Chinese team trailing by two goals."

"Actually, the Chinese team did have some scoring opportunities in the first half, but the players' ability to convert those chances truly needs improvement."

Check Dongqiu Di Halftime Report: Willian scores, Brazil leads China 2:0, Tang Ye receives a yellow card for taking a quick free kick while offside + peeking at VAR. (Comment count: 87,318)

【Is even a single toe of offside not allowed?】

【Yu Yu Hanchao was too impatient; he shouldn't have sprinted at full speed right from the start.】

【They've started wrestling; Tang Ye and Neymar are taking turns lying on the ground to rest.】

【If only we had Rodri; Tang Ye playing alone against Brazil's three midfielders feels a bit too much to handle.】

Tang Ye spat out the chewing gum in his mouth and walked slowly across the grass.

Unsurprisingly, the director switched the camera feed to him again.

The fans had no idea what Tang Ye was thinking at that moment.

Indeed, it felt like very few people could possibly comprehend Tang Ye's current predicament.

"Tom!"

Neymar walked over; Tang Ye noticed the mud stuck to the back of his shorts: "You need to change your shorts."

"You have some too,"

Neymar reminded him.

He had been targeted by the Chinese team's defenders, so naturally, Tang Ye would also be targeted by the Brazilian team's defenders.

"Keep it up, keep it up!"

Knowing Tang Ye's mood wouldn't be good, Neymar said a few words of encouragement before running off.

Before the match started, Tang Ye was quite talkative, but after the first half ended, he sat on the bench without saying a word.

Lippi was giving the players a summary.

To speak plainly, Marcelo's sudden substitution as a reserve truly caused a massive shock to the Chinese team's tactics; both Wu Lei and Zhang Zhang Linpeng now felt somewhat at a loss.

Lippi and Madallooni each gave their input; then Lippi gave Madallooni a look, prompting the latter to walk toward Tang Ye: "Tom, do you have anything to say?"

"I, I..."

Tang Ye lifted his head and looked at Madallooni in front of him: "Sigh... to be honest, I don't know either."

In Tang Ye's assumptions, there were quite a few ways for China to draw against Brazil, but all these methods required long-term training and coordination, and the Chinese team had to correctly anticipate Brazil's tactics in advance.

None of the conditions were met, which led to Tang Ye not knowing what to do now.

"..."

Zhang Zhang Yuning placed his hand on Tang Ye's thigh.

"Alright dear audience friends, welcome back, this is the knockout stage of the Russia World Cup..."

Having changed into a new jersey and shorts, Tang Ye slowly jogged back onto the pitch.

The second half of the match has begun!

Marcelo was warming up, but Tite seemed to have no intention of substituting him in.

At this moment, Lippi could finally confirm that Tite had indeed guessed the Chinese team's strategy.

After all, for the Chinese team, the most likely way to score was to launch a counterattack after Marcelo came on.

Tite directly removed Marcelo from the starting lineup, simply intending to give China not even a sliver of a chance!

The 54th minute of the second half!

Neymar dribbles into the penalty area!

A feint first sends Feng Feng Xiaoting tumbling, then he shifts sideways to create distance.

China's defense was actually quite decent, but alas, the rhythm of Brazil's attackers was simply too fast for them.

Crack!

A driven shot from near the penalty spot; Neymar successfully extends his team's lead to three goals.

Neymar rushes off the pitch and begins his celebration with his teammates.

The camera cuts to the presidential box; although the team has scored three goals, the Brazilian President's face bears not a trace of a smile.

This is because seated beside her is the representative of a certain great Eastern nation.

"It's fine, it's fine, just hold steady!"

Feng Feng Xiaoting and Yu Yu Hanchao begin encouraging their teammates.

The pressure on the veterans is now quite immense.

Because given the current situation, China's goal concession count in this match might reach four, or even five.

This is something neither the players nor the fans are willing to accept!

Tang Ye and Wu Lei clap hands.

The camera focuses on Tang Ye's head; the director clearly understands exactly what Chinese fans are thinking right now.

GGBond!

Hurry up and use your brain to figure something out!

(End of Chapter)