Chapter 451: Nine Consecutive Wins, Form on Fire; Arrival in Munich (Thanks to Nuan)

Dongqiu Di pinned post: Bournemouth vs. Manchester United in progress, current score 0:2 with Manchester United leading; Tang Ye scores as a substitute.

【Checked it, brothers; it's not Zhou Ye's fault.】

【GGBond's girlfriend is a good woman!】

【Getting better and better at running; too strong, Tang Tang Qiuwang.】

【Praise, I praise, I praise frantically.】

【Except for Li Li Xianghe, no one should be able to stop Tang Ye right now.】

Tang Ye and Arai jump up together, bumping their buttocks against each other.

"This..."

Rodri shakes his head with a smile, having no idea how these two guys managed to think of the same thing.

"Getting into the groove."

Tang Ye rubs his buttocks and walks toward the halfway line with Rodri.

"Let's get to it, brothers."

MUN: 56%.

MUN: 57%.

MUN: 59%.

Within ten minutes, possession rose by three percentage points, then remained fluctuating between 59% and 58%.

Tang Ye used his outstanding midfield adjustment ability to gain some possession for the team.

Possession was only a little bit more.

But the increase in attacking efficiency was far more than just a little bit.

It was many, many points!

Turning to receive Herrera's pass, his mind held the precise positions of every player behind him.

Come!

Planting his supporting foot, Tang Ye immediately delivers a long pass.

Pa!

The long pass finds Rashford, who came on as a substitute.

This pass was somewhat unexpected, leaving the home team players in a complete panic.

Rashford slows down.

Extending his foot to control the ball!

The first touch wasn't handled well, but with the second, Rashford secured possession.

Cutting inside immediately!

Ashley Young runs past Rashford from behind, and Rashford, cutting inside, suddenly passes the ball to the byline.

Pa!

Ashley Young plays a long pass to shift play to Ziyech on the right wing!

Ziyech passes back to Valencia.

Valencia then squares the ball to Tang Ye in the center.

The Manchester United players pass the ball back and forth between the left and right wings, putting immense pressure on the Bournemouth players,

especially on Tang Ye in the center.

Because once he gets the ball, you can never guess what he's going to do next.

"Hey!"

Executing a one-two combination, Tang Ye receives the ball and charges straight into the penalty area.

There are defenders, but it doesn't matter.

Change the rhythm.

Change it again!

Shifting his center of gravity up and down, Tang Ye successfully reaches the edge of the penalty area using rhythm and feints.

Swings his leg!

Looking at the top left corner of the goal as if to strike hard, Tang Ye actually knocks the ball to the right for Ziyech making an overlapping run.

Bang!

Ziyech shoots with a push.

Duang!

It hits the left post and rebounds back!

Bang!

Rashford strikes again!

The ball bounces out once more, landing at the feet of a Bournemouth player.

But soon Rodri rushes in to complete the tackle, then sets up a screen for Ashley Young.

On the third shot, the ball finally goes in.

"Beautiful, Ashley Young!"

"The score is now 3:0!"

"We can see it's now the 74th minute of the second half, with Manchester United leading by three goals."

"Mm, if that's the case, then I think Bournemouth has no chance left in this match..."

3:0 plus absolute dominance on the pitch meant the Manchester United players had essentially seized control of the match.

Poor wing defense?

It didn't matter, because by this stage in the game, the home team's confidence had been completely shattered.

Even if they managed to launch a counterattack, Bournemouth wouldn't be able to capitalize on their chances.

"Beep, beep-beep!!!"

The referee blew the whistle for full time, with the final score locked at 3:0.

"I give up."

He pulled up his jersey to wipe the sweat from his forehead, preventing it from dripping into his eyes.

"It's not just me feeling that the referee was blowing calls randomly; if that one had been given, we would have been leading by four."

Rodri walked over, confirmed the referee hadn't heard Tang Ye speak, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Calm down, calm down, Tom."

For some reason, Rodri felt Tang Ye's temper had grown much worse since they first met.

Could it have been gradually forced out of him by the referees in La Liga and the Premier League?

Rodri pushed Tang Ye toward the tunnel.

He couldn't get an answer to that question for now.

Premier League Official: The Player of the Month for October is Manchester United midfielder Tang Ye.

As the player who had won the monthly award most frequently last season, Tang Ye finally claimed his first Player of the Month trophy of the new campaign.

"Come on, look here!"

Back in the locker room, Tang Ye held his trophy up high.

"Wow!!!"

"Tom is stepping up!"

"Haha."

Returning to his spot, Tang Ye placed the trophy in his cabinet: "Even though I didn't get the Man of the Match for this game, I did get last month's MVP."

"Come on, let me swap with you."

Rodri walked over holding his Man of the Match trophy, which was blue.

"Hey, get away, Rod!"

Tang Ye blocked Rodri with his body: "I'm clearly losing out here, right? Mine is for a whole month; last month alone had at least four matches."

Tang Ye was obviously joking, of course.

To be honest, if Rodri had actually asked him for the monthly award trophy, he would have given it to him.

"Oh, Tom is angry."

Rodri pulled his arms and chest inward, pretending to be terrified.

"Don't hit me, okay?"

"No big deal, I forgive you, Rod."

Big brother Tom maintained his benevolence; even though little brother Rod had made a mistake, he didn't punish him.

If they knew that in cartoons, villainous subordinates who mess up might get killed outright by the big bad villain!

Of course, Tom belonged to the category of benevolent villain bosses, so he wouldn't do such a thing.

"Okay, okay, everyone sit down first, sit down first; I have something to say."

Ten Hag, having finished his post-match interview, returned to the locker room.

Tang Ye paraded his Player of the Month trophy back and forth in front of Ten Hag before finally returning to his seat.

Ten Hag's mouth twitched, but he said nothing.

"Alright, first of all, everyone handled today's match well. As for problems, they're the same old issues."

"Some of you might not have calculated it, but we now have nine consecutive league wins."

Ten Hag took a pen and wrote the Arabic numeral "9" on the tactical board.

"It's impressive, no doubt, but I must tell you that none of the opponents we defeated during this nine-game winning streak were top-tier teams."

The Manchester United coaching staff worried that a continuous winning streak might lead players to misjudge the team's overall strength.

Manchester United had been crushing teams like Bournemouth, Burnley, and Watford with scores of either 4:1 or 3:0, looking incredibly fierce.

"I know we've scored many goals, but what I'm saying is that the goal tally doesn't reflect true strength."

Ten Hag pointed at the tactical board, which displayed Fan Fan Dejiahe's abbreviated schedule for November's matches.

"We'll soon be playing Bayern, followed by Mancheng. I won't emphasize just how critical these two matches are, because I know you're all aware."

"When we face stronger opponents, our weaknesses in wing defense will be exposed. This has always been a concern, and I've told you about it before. Hmm, but for some reason, this issue hasn't seen much improvement."

Ten Hag looked at Ashley Young, then glanced at Valencia: "I hope to get your feedback and see overall improvement."

Ten Hag spread his hands: "I don't want to scold you; why am I bringing this up after a win? Because I want you to realize the problems currently plaguing the team, rather than staying silent after losing to Bayern or Mancheng."

Although he was talking about wing defense, Ten Hag had effectively criticized every Manchester United player in the locker room.

Sitting in his seat, Tang Ye, who had just finished zoning out, looked left, then looked right.

Finally, he leaned his mouth close to Rodri's ear: "Did he scold me?"

"Probably."

"Oh."

Tang Ye took a shallow breath.

That was bad.

"I just want us to earn more league and Champions League points; I am always on the same side as you. So—"

"May I ask if we can see improvements in the issues going forward?"

"Yes!"

Ashley Young shouted it, and immediately after, Valencia did too.

Tang Ye only heard the last part, yet he was the third to shout.

No matter what the problem was, improving it was all that mattered.

The atmosphere suddenly grew fervent as the Manchester United players gathered in the center of the locker room.

Captain Valencia held up an index finger and waved it before the players.

"I don't think we need to say much."

"For the matches in November, whether against Bayern or Mancheng, or the other teams afterward, we must win every single one."

Tang Ye interjected: "That's the principle of it."

"..."

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

Seizing the high morale of the players after this match, Ten Hag adjusted their monthly goals based on the actual situation.

The original plan had been to surge to the top of the Premier League table by the end of December.

Now, that plan had been moved forward.

By the end of November, Manchester United would be number one!

"We've seen it all (we have already witnessed everything)"

"We've won it all (we have already won everything)"

"We're Man United and we are never gonna stop (we are Manchester United, we will never stop!)"

"Ole Ole Ole Ola..."

As soon as the bus pulled out of the stadium, the Manchester United away supporters ran alongside it.

Since they were his own fans and wouldn't throw anything, Tang Ye boldly opened the window.

Just below his window, a British youth wearing slip-on shoes ran right beside the bus.

"Damn, bro, you're so fast!"

Looking down, Tang Ye opened his mouth wide.

"Tom!"

Seeing that Tang Ye was looking at him, the fan ran even faster.

"Damn, damn!"

Tang Ye didn't know what to do, so in the end, he could only cheer for the fan: "Come on, bro, come on!"

The fan reached out his hand; understanding the gesture, Tang Ye leaned his upper body straight out of the window and stretched his hand down.

"So close, so close!"

"A little more!"

The bus was about to merge onto the highway, leaving the fan with less than half a minute.

He stretched out his hand, but they were still about half a meter short.

Hiss!

"Rodri, hold onto me, don't let me fall!"

Tang Ye had Rodri hug his thighs, then stepped one foot onto a stool and leaned his upper body out even further.

Tom had already done his best.

Now it was up to you!

"Ah!"

The fan let out a roar and jumped with all his might.

Slap!

The two completed a high-five in mid-air.

"Haha, nice!"

Tang Ye clenched both fists tightly.

Check Dongqiu Di Match Preview: November 8th, 4:00 AM, Champions League Group H, Round 4, Manchester United away against Bayern; who will claim the top spot in the group?

4:00 AM Beijing time...

Tang Ye started counting on his fingers to calculate it.

Forget it.

Calculating the time difference was too troublesome; besides, he wasn't going to Germany alone, so he could just stick with his teammates.

Tang Ye briefly checked the fans' tactical analysis of Bayern on Check Dongqiu Di.

It had to be said that some fans were indeed very capable, knowing that dealing with Bayern required pressing their attacking midfielders and wingers.

Thinking back to those years, Tom had also been a knowledgeable big brother in the Tieba forums.

He also liked to share his views on matches with netizens before kickoff!

Remembering that the next match was a Champions League game, Tang Ye checked the progress of his chain quest.

【Phase Two Quest Progress: Goals + Assists (6/8)】

The mission data is still short by two.

And the opponent is Bayern.

It is indeed very difficult, no mistake, but Ten Hag's speech after today's match had an effect.

If the Manchester United players can unite and improve their problems together, then there will be no strong opponents in their eyes.

OK, that's it.

Charge!

……

"The left flank is actually fine; it's mainly the right side."

Ten Hag pointed at the Manchester United vs. Bayern formation diagram displayed on the computer screen and said.

Manchester United's starting lineup was already finalized, while Bayern's starting lineup was predicted by the coaching staff.

"Hmm... when Coman comes on later, the impact on our right flank will be even greater."

Fan Fan Dejiahe nodded in agreement with Ten Hag's viewpoint.

"However, Coman should be a substitute; the main thing is to deal with Ribéry. We can have Tom press him."

Fan Fan Dejiahe offered a suggestion, while Ten Hag was thinking.

"If we press... we must establish a lead of at least two goals before the 70th minute. Michel, if we play like this, Tom will have to be substituted off later."

"However..."

Ten Hag narrowed his eyes into slits; in that short span of time, his brain had who knew how many thoughts.

"I think we can give it a try."

……

Boom!

The plane slammed onto the runway; the Manchester United players had successfully arrived in Germany.

Looking out the window, it was a brilliantly sunny day.

But I heard it would thunder and rain in Munich on match day?

"Marcus, do you think I should wear short sleeves or long sleeves during the match?"

Preparing to disembark, the players were each packing their luggage.

"Like this, Tom; wear this cap during the match."

Rashford placed the cap from his own head onto Tang Ye's head.

The two of them had heads of roughly the same size, so the cap fit quite well.

Tang Ye straightened the brim: "This won't work; it can't block the rain, and it's blocking my eyes."

Tang Ye pulled the brim to the back.

His field of vision was finally clear.

Indeed, the brim of a baseball cap should be worn at the back; that is the correct way to wear a baseball cap.

Having just stepped off the plane, Tang Ye could already hear the cheers of the fans coming to greet them.

He even heard his Chinese name; it was unmistakably called out by a Chinese person.

"I thought I would be cursed at."

Tang Ye said softly.

"Why?"

Walking ahead of Tang Ye, Lin Lin Jiade turned his head back.

"Because we beat Germany during the World Cup; back then, many Germans cursed at me online. Originally I didn't speak German, but after that I learned some."

"Don't worry; once the match starts, they will curse at you."

Fan Fan Dejiahe raised an eyebrow at Tang Ye: "But it doesn't matter, because they can't beat us."

Tang Ye felt that Mr. Michel was very right.

The reason Bayern managed a draw in the previous home match was mainly because they used an unexpected tactic.

And having learned from the lessons of the last match, it would not be so simple for Bayern to draw with Manchester United now.

As if by telepathy, Tang Ye suddenly gazed in a certain direction.

On the second floor, several fans who were clearly Chinese stood together, filming in Tang Ye's direction with their phones and cameras.

Although they were wearing Bayern jerseys, Tang Ye still raised his right hand.

Of course, the distance was indeed a bit far; if their phones' zoom function was strong enough, they should be able to see the gesture Tang Ye gave.

Very good Chinese fans.

Alas, they are Bayern supporters.

Then there's no helping it, brother.

Tomorrow in the match, Tom will be a cold and ruthless person.

……

(End of Chapter)