Chapter 435: Curved Shot Levels the Score Against Wolves! Ten Hag Tells Lin Lin Jiade

Pinned Post: In the 6th round of the Premier League, Manchester United versus Wolves is underway; Tang Ye starts in command, Lin Lin Jiade plays as the right winger, and Ye He as the left winger.

Despite Tang Ye's presence, Manchester United is actually rather passive in this match.

Starting right winger Mata is unfit to play, leaving United with two wingers on the pitch whom Tang Ye is unfamiliar with.

Both Tang Ye and Lin Lin Jiade are attacking midfielders by trade; the two rarely share the field together during a match.

As for Ye He, needless to say, having joined the team only one month ago, he is a pure rookie with almost no experience starting matches.

Clap-clap!

A one-two pass is executed; upon regaining possession, Tang Ye drives straight toward the byline.

The full-back has caught up!

But it matters little, because in Tang Ye's plan just now, he expected to be harassed by the full-back.

First, a bit of feinting.

Tang Ye's accelerated speed combined with lightning-fast feints has already blurred Boly's vision.

Yet there are no simple opponents among Premier League defenders; Boly sticks tight, giving Tang Ye no chance to cut inside.

He even guesses that Tang Ye intends to nutmeg him!

No choice then; Tang Ye must switch tactics.

Suddenly accelerating toward the byline!

Thwack!

【De Bruyne's Inverted Triangle Cross Lv4: Convincing】

Proficiency: 485/600

The ball soars directly toward the center, finally reaching Luke Shaw at the far post.

Control and adjust!

"Someone behind!"

With Jiménez pressing from behind, Luke Shaw is startled and hurriedly clears the ball.

The pass isn't great, but Lin Lin Jiade still manages to secure it.

Bang!

A tackle from a Wolves midfielder sends Lin Lin Jiade leaping straight into the air.

"Damn!"

Ten Hag furiously throws his hands down.

"Calm down! Stay calm when passing!"

Seemingly affected by the media atmosphere, Manchester United's players are generally playing nervously today.

This is evident from their heart rates: Luke Shaw, Ye He, and Rodri all have absurdly high readings now, completely unlike what one should see in a first half.

Nevertheless, Manchester United's frequent attacks are yielding results; in the first twenty minutes, their possession rate is leading.

"Ah!"

Jota is brought down by Rodri; the referee decisively shows a yellow card to the offending Rodri.

"That was a normal challenge!"

Rodri argues with the referee; Tang Ye steps in to help: "That was a normal challenge! You can't call that!"

Tang Ye and Rodri are simply talking nonsense; although the referee is unlikely to change his mind, the two just want to voice their complaint.

"No choice then."

Tang Ye shrugs, then walks back alongside Rodri.

Wolves are awarded a direct free kick.

Rúben Neves and Moutinho stand side by side.

"That number 8 (Neves) takes free kicks."

Tang Ye reminds his teammates, then positions himself outside, ready to counter at any moment.

Beep—!!!

Moutinho begins his run-up!

He lets it go!

As expected!

Tang Ye rushes in attempting a tackle, but the distance is too great; he's simply a bit too late.

Neves!

Boom!

A long-range shot rockets out.

A not-too-obvious curve; the ball seems destined to skim the post and find the net.

De Gea punches it away!

A highly threatening free-kick strike!

Fortunately, Manchester United's goalkeeper is up to the task!

"Whoa!"

Tang Ye cups his lower back with both hands, exhales in relief, and immediately moves into position for the corner kick.

"As the Reds go marching on, on, on!"

"Just like the Busby Babies in days gone by~"

"We'll keep the Red Flags flying high!"

"……"

The familiar Manchester United anthem rang out, and Old Trafford once again revealed its true face.

Twenty-five minutes into the first half!

After frequent attacks, Manchester United entered their sluggish phase, while Wolves began to seize the opportunity.

Jota showed off his ball control in the front field, then passed to Jiménez ahead once the defenders closed in.

The Wolves striker stood a full 1.9 meters tall, with terrifyingly thick arms.

He looked just like a rugby player!

Let's go!

De Jong was right nearby, but Jiménez used his body to shield the ball, leaving De Jong with no options.

Even with a running start, De Jong had absolutely no chance of knocking Jiménez aside!

Unable to block the position first, De Jong hoped Jiménez would push him down to draw a foul, but although fierce, Jiménez actually played quite cleanly.

De Jong did not fall!

Jiménez passed the ball away!

Jota accelerated with the ball, aiming to enter the Manchester United penalty area!

Smalling stepped up!

Jota would pay the price for his showboating!

Smalling pressed up and used his body to block, directly stealing the ball from Jota's feet before dribbling forward himself.

"Go get it!"

Ten Hag's voice rang out, and at the same moment, De Jong ran over to provide support.

He took the ball from Smalling's feet.

Facing interference from the Wolves players, De Jong feinted left but actually moved left, successfully completing his turn.

Here it comes!

Manchester United's counter-attack!

"De Jong is carrying the ball at incredible speed!"

"Wolves' interception setup in the center failed!"

Running with the ball for over forty meters alone, De Jong reached the opponent's half directly.

He could have pushed forward a bit further, but De Jong chose to pass.

Boom!

To Lin Lin Jiade on the baseline!

Controlling the ball, Lin Lin Jiade began cutting inside!

"Here!"

Tang Ye reached out for the pass; Lin Lin Jiade looked up, intending to go it himself, but got dispossessed immediately.

"Damn!"

Tang Ye clutching his head, expressed his regret for a moment before immediately tracking back.

Dongqiu Di live match report: De Jong advances over forty meters, but Manchester United fails to create an effective attack.

A handsome counter-attack, but with little practical effect.

The reason is simple; a closer look reveals that Tang Ye was not involved in this counter-attack at all.

Attacks without GGBond's involvement usually lack depth for Manchester United, a truth the seasoned Manchester United fans at the scene understand all too well.

Thirty-four minutes!

Boom!

Jiménez rushed to the spot and fired a powerful shot that hit De Gea, the ball rolling inside the penalty area.

Bennett arrived just in time, unleashing a volley straight away.

But Valencia intelligently rushed to the goal line to defend, and the Manchester United captain headed Bennett's volley away.

Phew!

The Manchester United fans let out a huge sigh of relief.

However, the ball headed away by Valencia was collected by Moutinho!

"Watch number 8!"

Tang Ye shouted.

But...

Was it already a bit too late?

Moutinho passed the ball back to Neves.

Neves pushed the ball to the right to adjust his position.

Boom!

"He shot directly!"

"This one's going in!"

"GOOOO——AAAA——LLLLLL!!!"

"Oh my god, a world-class strike, a world-class strike from Rúben Neves!"

Beep beep beep!!!

Neves' long-range shot completely stunned the home fans.

After all, this was a team that had drawn with Mancheng; fans had anticipated Wolves scoring first in this match, but they never expected it to happen in such a manner.

Both shots were blocked by Manchester United players.

As a result, the third shot, a world-class strike, went in!

Nothing to be done about it, brother.

The Wolves players rushed out to celebrate, and Neves delivered his knee slide.

Hands on his hips, Tang Ye no longer knew what to say.

He's truly formidable!

The big screen was replaying the moment as Ten Hag urgently gathered the Manchester United players together.

"It's fine, it's fine, okay? Just one goal conceded."

The players formed a circle with Ten Hag's two hands in the center.

"I need you to hold steady; that's the most important thing right now. In the next few minutes, they will definitely attack our left side; let's first weather their offensive..."

Ten Hag spoke at length, and it was only the referee's warning that finally sent the players back onto the pitch.

Tang Ye scratched an itch on his neck, and a schematic diagram of the pitch floated into his mind.

Think of a way, think of a way...

Because he had told Rashford he would carry him to victory, Tang Ye was now under considerable pressure.

Failing to fulfill a promise is indeed a terribly awful thing!

"Just adjust a bit!"

Valencia's voice came through, and Tang Ye gave a thumbs-up to his teammates both behind and ahead of him.

There were still over ten minutes left in the first half; let's see if we can pull the score back first!

"Wolves! (Wolf Pack)"

"Wolves!"

The away fans began to exert their influence, but Tang Ye was not intimidated either.

For the remainder of the first half, Tang Ye increased the frequency with which he actively demanded the ball, hoping to use his ability to help the team accomplish something.

He did indeed find an opportunity!

Leaping halfway up and gently poking with his toe, Tang Ye directly nutmegged Neves.

Chuckling, he arrived near the edge of the penalty arc.

Kicking the ball toward the front-right, Tang Ye suddenly lowered his center of gravity, seeming as though he would charge past the defender's right side into the penalty area.

And at the very instant the defender shifted his weight to follow, Tang Ye took a small hop and changed direction sharply toward the front-left.

Tang Ye's control over distance was extremely precise; Coady's outstretched foot just failed to make contact with the ball.

Moreover, he had reached the byline!

"Wow!!!"

Entering the penalty area, Tang Ye protected himself with a rhythm of fast and slow movements, giving the opponent no chance to steal the ball.

Bennett approached from the side, shoving his body against Tang Ye!

Damn!

Sensing the situation was turning dangerous, Tang Ye prepared to shoot, but at the moment he lifted his leg, he lost his balance and fell straight to the ground.

"Hey!"

Ten Hag rushed up to the fourth official: "Penalty! It's a penalty! That's a foul!"

Bennett cleared the ball away.

It was a Manchester United corner kick, but no one on the Manchester United team went to the corner flag; instead, they all rushed toward the referee.

"He pushed him!"

"It's a foul!"

Allé shouted loudly at the referee; Moutinho tried to intervene, but Allé shook him off.

Since he had been very close to Tang Ye just now, he had seen it clearly.

Tom indeed had not dived; his balance had been disrupted by the Wolves player.

Tang Ye lay on the ground for a while; just as he tried to stand up, Lin Lin Jiade pushed him back down.

Tang Ye:...

Alright then, he would just lie there a little longer.

It all depended on his teammates to make their move.

"Beep beep beep!!!"

The Manchester United fans urged the referee to award a penalty.

Manchester United was currently trailing, so a penalty opportunity was extremely important for them.

"Hmm, the situation on-site is somewhat chaotic. From the slow-motion replay, this should indeed be a penalty."

The CCTV commentator offered his opinion.

On the field, the Manchester United players tried to get close to the referee, while the Wolves players did everything they could to shove the Manchester United players aside, denying them any chance to contact the referee.

In the end, the referee still did not award the penalty.

"Boooooo——!!!"

The stadium was filled with boos; the big screen camera focused on Tang Ye's head.

At this moment, Tang Ye was sitting inside the penalty area, spreading his hands toward the referee with an utterly innocent expression.

"No penalty for that?"

【Fuck you, referee!】

【Beating Mancheng by skill, then beating Manchester United by luck, is that it? Conclusion: Manchester United > Mancheng】

【If this referee doesn't ban me, I'll eat my own words】

【The FA has started assigning tasks.】

【So did my GGBond take that fall for nothing?】

Lin Lin Jiade helped Tang Ye up from the ground.

"Damn!"

No penalty was given for that foul, and Tang Ye was now extremely frustrated.

"Boooo!!!"

"Beep beep beep!!!"

The home Man United fans made a racket, expressing their dissatisfaction with the referee.

"Fuck!"

"You motherfucking ref!"

"Get lost!"

"..."

"Beep, beep beep!!!"

The first half ended; thanks to Ruben Neves' spectacular long-range strike, Wolves temporarily led Man United by one goal.

The camera cut to the stands, where Man United fans were still venting their frustration at the referee.

"I'm truly done with this."

Tang Ye walked toward Rodri.

Halftime report: Neves hits a worldie! Man United trails Wolves 0:1 at home; Tang Ye went down in the box but the referee awarded no penalty.

"I think this ref has been eating shit."

Back in the locker room, Tang Ye immediately started cursing.

He was relatively calm and hadn't cursed on the pitch.

That was because Tang Ye didn't want to receive a yellow card.

"Alright, alright, it's fine, it's fine."

Luke Shaw pushed Tang Ye toward his seat, and the latter sat down, lost in thought.

【Mission Progress: Winning Streak (2/4)】

He currently had a side mission to achieve a four-match winning streak in domestic English competitions, with the reward being a World Cup Top-Four Player Chest.

A winning streak mission was great and all, but if they drew or lost even one match, they would have to start all over again.

Tang Ye really wanted to obtain the new template, and he genuinely desired to lead the team into the top two of the Premier League standings.

"Let me first outline some of our issues from the first half..."

Ten Hag began speaking, and Tang Ye's thoughts drifted away from the system.

On the other side, in the away team's locker room, Wolves manager Nuno was also doing his job.

"Lads, we're currently leading by one goal. It's not much, but you need to remember who our opponent is."

Nuno's big beard was very conspicuous, and it gave him a particular air of authority.

"Man United! We are leading against Man United!"

"We drew with Mancheng, but that wasn't the best result. The opportunity is right in front of us; we have a chance to defeat Man United today, so I need you to sharpen up. We must reduce our mistakes!"

Nuno signaled to the Wolves players not to let the fans in the stands distract them.

The call had already been made, and it was the referee's decision, so the Wolves players did not need to feel guilty.

"That was not a penalty; it was absolutely not a penalty. I hope you all understand that!"

"Three, two, one!"

"Victory!"

At the moment, Wolves seemed to have better momentum than Man United.

There was no helping it; the side in the lead always felt this way.

In the player tunnel, Tang Ye looked in the direction of Bennett; it was this opponent's foul in the first half that had caused him to fall in the box.

"Forget it."

Valencia grabbed Tang Ye's hand and whispered, and the latter nodded lightly.

"Let's go!"

"Come on!"

"Come on, come on!"

"Alright, welcome back, dear viewers, this is..."

"Wolves lead by one goal in the first half, but we can see their advantage isn't actually that large. Now it depends on whether Man United can make the most of the remaining 45 minutes in the second half."

The commentators briefly analyzed the current state of the Premier League standings for the fans.

Liwupu and Mancheng were both fierce.

If Man United failed to win all their league matches in September, the gap between them and the top two would inevitably widen.

That's just how top-tier football leagues are; you can't expect to be the only strong team in the entire league.

Neither side made any substitution adjustments at the start of the second half.

Bang!

Rodri and Jota collided, and ultimately Rodri used his physical advantage to successfully bring the ball out.

Find Tang Ye!

Tang Ye was locked down by the defending player!

Nothing else could be done; Rodri dribbled forward a few steps himself, waited for the opposing players to press, and then sent a long pass to Ziyech.

Ziyech controlled the ball!

He started driving down the line!

Ziyech's speed was still decent; he burst through the defensive line and successfully reached the half-space.

Pass back to Luke Shaw!

"Cut inside!"

Allar shouted; Luke Shaw had already begun cutting inside.

Look toward the goal.

Inside the penalty area, both Allar and Lin Lin Jiade were ready!

Bang!

Luke Shaw was knocked down by a Wolves player!

The defense hadn't arrived yet, so Wolves could only choose a tactical foul.

Luke Shaw stood up from the ground; the referee awarded Manchester United a direct free kick.

Tang Ye quickly ran over and began observing from behind the white line marked by the referee.

The ball's position wasn't straight in front of the goal; in fact, it was quite far off to the side.

Rodri could see this problem too; covering his mouth, he whispered, "What do we do?"

"Shoot directly."

Tang Ye gave his answer.

Sniffing his nose, he had Ziyech, who could also take direct free kicks, stand beside him.

A direct free kick for Manchester United!

Beep!

Tang Ye began his run-up from the left.

His plant foot stepped to the left of the ball.

His body leaned!

Core tightened, Tang Ye swung his leg.

Crack!

One strike sent the ball spinning incredibly fast.

【Son Heung-min Curved Free Kick Template】!

Aimed at the upper right corner of the goal!

Tang Ye was facing the wall directly, but the free kick he struck had a huge curve, bypassing the wall in front of him completely.

It grazed the post and went into the net!

"GOOOO——AAAA——LLLLLL!!!"

"Goal!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye's goal!"

"That's a curved worldie!"

The commentators shouted as Old Trafford ignited in that instant.

"Roar!!!"

Boom!

Arms spread wide, sprinting out quickly, Tang Ye tore his favorite three stripes into the grass.

The advertising boards surrounding the pitch cooperated perfectly.

【adidas】

【Nothing is Impossible (Nothing is Impossible)】

"Roar ah!!!"

Jumping on the spot plus an uppercut thrown upward, Tang Ye vented all the anger from that penalty kick in the first half.

【You obtained Counterattack Points *15】

"Haha, Tom."

Valencia hugged Tang Ye, then patted Tang Ye's back with his hand: "I knew it!"

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

After the score was leveled, the momentum of the Manchester United fans finally rose as well.

On the substitutes' bench, Ten Hag and Fan Fan Dejiahe sat together.

The Manchester United assistant coach was carefully reviewing Tang Ye's earlier free kick on his computer.

"Hmm... when did he learn this?"

He remembered taking only one day off this season; if Tang Ye had been practicing something new, he shouldn't have been unaware of it.

"Oh, but this is about the same as a chip shot, right?"

Fan Fan Dejiahe found an answer, but the answer he found was not correct.

Right beside him, Ten Hag glanced left and right; confirming no camera was pointed at him, he rubbed his chin.

Leaning his head close to Fan Fan Dejiahe, he covered his mouth and said,

"Actually, I taught him."

"Huh?"

Fan Fan Dejiahe stared with wide eyes.

"Just knowing is enough; no need to spread it around."

……

(End of Chapter)