Chapter 465: Emery Sits on Pins and Needles, Tang Ye's Free-Kick Trajectory

Check Dongqiu Di pinned post: Manchester United vs. Arsenal match in progress, current score 0:1, Manchester United trailing at home.

【Another corner kick, I give up.】

【Suggest Ten Hag goes back to school to study corner kick defense.】

【Is this the coach's problem? I feel these two Manchester United center-backs are too dull; if they had half of Tang Ye's intelligence, Arsenal wouldn't have scored.】

【If Smalling and Bailly took the Gaokao, they probably wouldn't even get 30 points.】

This is not the first time Manchester United has conceded from a corner kick this season, and Ten Hag inevitably received a barrage of curses from the fans.

The camera switched, showing Erik Ten Hag already sitting down on his chair.

His worried, frowning expression made the fans somewhat panicked.

Originally knowing that taking down Mancheng in December would not be easy, only upon actually entering December did one realize that matters were even more difficult than imagined.

"We are entering our rhythm too slowly,"

Fan Fan Dejiahe said in a low voice.

Ten Hag just watched the pitch ahead, temporarily saying nothing.

"Faster, faster!"

Urging teammates to make runs, Tang Ye dribbled quickly toward Rashford's direction.

Ramsey suddenly stuck out a foot!

Eh!

Tang Ye decisively jumped up, simultaneously flicking the ball back to Rodri behind him.

Rodri then played a straight through-ball to Rashford!

"Wow!!!"

A completely unexpected combination play, and Manchester United's attack had finally materialized.

Rashford accelerated, knocking the ball straight to the vicinity of the byline.

Papastathopoulos was marking him!

Rashford's speed was immense; he suddenly came to an abrupt halt, directly causing the Arsenal defender to stumble and fall.

To be honest, that was indeed a bit ruthless!

Rashford's dribble succeeded, and Tang Ye consequently changed his line of thinking.

Drive straight into the penalty area!

"Do it yourself, do it yourself!"

Signaling Rashford not to pass, Tang Ye proceeded with his offensive support.

Block the defenders inside the penalty area!

This is a screen, a basketball tactic.

It works very well in football too!

Cut inside with a touch!

In an instant, Rashford seemed possessed by Tang Ye.

Looking toward the far corner.

Actually shooting at the near corner!

The move wasn't too realistic, but it was sufficient.

"Goooo——aaaaa——lllll!!!"

"Looking at the far corner but hitting the near one!"

"Eh, haha, if you hadn't said so, I would have thought Tang Ye was the one shooting."

Rashford had somehow learned a trick from Tang Ye.

Bad news: The feint wasn't too realistic, unable to trick teammates like Ggbond does, treating them like dogs.

Good news: He mastered the essence, and the ball went in.

"The scorer is..."

"Marcus Rashford!!!"

The name of the Manchester United Crown Prince echoed throughout Old Trafford Stadium as the players gathered together.

"Marcus!"

Tang Ye held Rashford's head, pressing his own forehead against Rashford's forehead.

A complete display of individual ability; one can only say that Marcus is still that same Marcus!

"I feel like we're going to win."

Tang Ye rubbed his hands together and waved to the fans in the stands.

The momentum of the Manchester United players was rising rapidly.

Facing such a powerful Rat Army, it was hard to imagine how Arsenal could possibly achieve victory.

Exterminate the rats?

Naive!

The rats within the Rat Army are all protected by Tom!

"Contain the wingers!"

Emery synchronized the tactics with his players.

Rashford's greatest strengths are his speed and shooting, yet his ball control ability is actually quite average.

There is a very simple method to deal with this type of player, and that is pressing.

Compared to two defenders chasing Tang Ye only to be played in circles, having two defenders target Rashford might be a better choice!

"Get hyped!"

Emery raised his hand: "Do you know why we're conceding goals? Because our momentum has weakened."

Only when players are hyped can their focus become absolute; this is something every coach knows clearly.

The match soon reached the 30th minute of the first half.

The possession statistics were displayed again.

Over the past 15 minutes, Manchester United's possession was 43%, while Arsenal's was 57%.

"... Right now, many fans are saying that if you don't have 65% possession against Manchester United, you're basically going to lose."

"Mm, that's a joke from the fans, but looking at the data, it's actually not wrong."

Manchester United is like this; when possession is at 45%, watching the live broadcast might even make you feel United has more of the ball.

And when possession drops to only 40%, you feel both sides have roughly equal time on the ball.

Why is this?

Because one player's individual showtime lasts too long!

"Come on, pass, pass, pass!"

Receiving the ball, Tang Ye turned his back and executed a nutmeg, temporarily creating distance from the defender.

Pretending to pass, he actually trapped the ball from his right foot to his left.

In just three short seconds, the poor Bellerin was shaken twice.

"Here, here!"

Seeking a one-two with Luke Shaw, Tang Ye made a forward run to receive the ball.

The Manchester United players seemed to understand what Tang Ye intended, each rushing toward the penalty area.

With Torreira standing right in front of him, Tang Ye had no way to continue advancing.

He cut inside directly!

Because Tang Ye's through-ball ability was quite famous, Torreira chose to stick to him relentlessly.

Simply not giving him any chance to pass without interference!

Facing the annoying Torreira, Tang Ye moved together with the defender toward the center of the pitch.

He swung his right leg up!

Feinting a shot with his right foot, he actually trapped the ball onto his left, causing Herrera to nearly lose his balance.

A gap opened up temporarily!

Bang!

A long-range shot from his left foot sent the ball flying between the heads of Mustafi and Alé.

Duang!

It hit the crossbar!

It bounced once on the grass!

But it didn't go in!

Before the ball could hit the ground a second time, the Arsenal goalkeeper caught it in his arms.

"Aiyo, Tang Ye, that was a perfect long-range shot."

"It really was just a tiny bit off!"

Biting his jersey, Tang Ye could now be described as extremely frustrated.

Even the goalkeeper hadn't reacted in time initially.

If it had been just two centimeters lower, that ball would have gone in easily!

"I give up, damn it."

Tang Ye waved his hand at Rodri.

Perhaps only his little brother Rod could know how frustrated he was right now.

Whoosh, whoosh!

A gust of wind blew past; feeling a chill at his navel, Tang Ye quickly pulled his lifted shirt back down.

Missing the long-range shot was very regrettable.

But letting one's navel catch a chill was absolutely unacceptable!

The 38th minute of the first half!

Arsenal earned a set-piece opportunity.

Ten Hag stood up immediately.

Defending corner kicks and set pieces were things Manchester United players were not good at.

In situations like this, it was best to be extra cautious...

Tang Ye stood right in front of Ramsey.

As usual, he was the isolated man standing at the very front of the wall.

Although there was a high probability he wouldn't get a chance to touch the ball, the feeling of being a wall by oneself was still quite cool!

What is this?

This is the Colossus of Justice, Galio!

"Ramsey!"

Snap!

Tang Ye jumped up, and Ramsey's set-piece flew over his head.

It was delivered to the far post of the penalty area!

Eh, seems a bit too far back?

Valencia kicked the ball straight into the stands.

"Hey, brother..."

The Colossus of Justice turned his head to look at Ramsey before him.

Brother, are... are you a professional player?

"..."

"The stoppage time for the first half is... two minutes!"

"That stoppage time is quite normal, hey!"

As soon as the stoppage time was announced, Manchester United's attack came.

After Tang Ye went down the wing, he played a cutback.

Ziyech, now in the center, took control of the ball.

Aim for the far corner!

"Goal!"

"Oh my god, a very timely goal from Ziyech!"

"Manchester United took the lead before the end of the first half!"

【You obtained 10 Counterattack Points】

【Mission Progress: Assists (8/10)】

Rubbing his neck, Tang Ye ran over to celebrate with his teammates.

Check Dongqiu Di's halftime report: Manchester United overturned Arsenal 2-1 in the first half; Aale's goal was disallowed, Tang Ye assisted Ziyech.

"If that offside wasn't called, it would have been 3-1."

Back in the locker room, the players started talking about what happened in the first half.

"To be honest, I was terrified; they played so fiercely in the first 15 minutes."

Tang Ye, whose jersey was soaked with sweat from the first half, was changing clothes.

"They must have studied us; they just play hard for the first 20 minutes. We almost scored one in the first 20 minutes ourselves."

The goal Fan Fan Dejiahe said they almost scored was, of course, Aale's offside goal.

Because it was unclear, the Manchester United coach believed Aale was not offside from start to finish.

"Were you really offside?"

Fan Fan Dejiahe asked.

"Mm."

"You must have seen it wrong; I felt you weren't offside."

Fan Fan Dejiahe shook his head.

It was a pity, but the call was confirmed; even if he truly wasn't offside, Manchester United wouldn't have had that goal.

"The defensive midfielder still needs to be watched."

Ten Hag spoke about the first half: "Their build-up from the back relies on the goalkeeper and center-backs. We restricted their goalkeeper in the first half, so I'm very happy. But what about the defensive midfielder?"

"The defensive midfielder is also key; these are things you need to handle. Tom, you have to go up and press too, just mark that number 11."

"If he bumps into you... hey, anyway, you'll jump away."

Realizing what he was about to say was meaningless, Ten Hag suddenly stopped speaking.

Tang Ye scratched his hair.

Mr. Erik underestimated him!

"..."

"Come on, come on!"

The players exited the locker room, and Ten Hag patted each of them on the back.

"Remember, if anything feels wrong with your body, tell me directly; we better not have any players injured this month!"

The second half began.

Not long after the referee's whistle, Tang Ye took another long-range shot.

Thanks to the 【Totti's burden Template】 bonus, Tang Ye's long-range shots were quite good.

But Leno was in good form and punched the ball out from the extreme distance.

"Tom!"

"Viva Tom Tom!"

Effortlessly bringing out the fans' momentum, Manchester United seized the initiative in the second half.

De Jong dribbled past Rodri, heading for the left touchline.

Tang Ye moved directly toward Rashford.

Finding a suitable gap, De Jong passed forward immediately.

Pretending to take the ball, Tang Ye lifted his left leg, letting the ball roll past his feet.

Naturally arriving in front of Rashford!

Perfect!

With the combination executed, Tang Ye ran alongside Rashford, the two of them moving forward together.

The winger and the fake winger pressing together was one of the tactics Manchester United loved to use over the past two seasons.

Rashford went down the line!

Breaking through Arsenal's defense wasn't easy; Tang Ye gave Rashford a hand signal, and the latter began to slow down.

Rashford's decision-making after reaching the byline wasn't always the smartest.

As for exactly how to proceed, it was best to follow the commander's orders!

This little mouse is going to obey orders!

Cutting diagonally past Rashford, Tang Ye headed straight for the left byline.

Rashford got the message; once Tang Ye had run past him, he played a through ball.

Then he started cutting inside!

"Come on, come on!"

Directly taunting the opposing full-back, Tang Ye dribbled the ball bit by bit toward the byline.

"Switch to the left foot!"

"Cross..."

Expecting a cross from the byline, the defenders had already lifted their legs.

But what Tang Ye executed was a Cruyff turn!

"Wow!!!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Get past him, get past him!"

"Nutmeg him!"

The ball came to his right foot.

Boom!

Pushed to Rashford!

The pass was perfectly weighted; after receiving it, Rashford continued his cut inside.

Get ready.

This little mouse is coming!

Barely having received the ball, Rashford was immediately pushed down by Bellerin.

This little mouse has fallen down...

It was an obvious intentional foul; Rodri immediately confronted Bellerin for an explanation.

Tang Ye also sprinted over quickly.

"Get away, get away!"

He pushed Aubameyang away, only to be pushed back by Aubameyang.

Tang Ye wanted to show off his skills further, but the confrontation was already over.

"A free kick for Manchester United; Tang Ye and Rashford are standing together."

"Both Tang Ye and Rashford are experts at taking direct free kicks; if it's the two of them, I feel there's a high probability they'll shoot directly..."

Zhan Jun was quite familiar with Manchester United's situation.

Tang Ye and Rashford covered their mouths, whispering to each other.

"How do we do this?"

"I'll shoot directly."

Tang Ye patted Rashford's arm, and the latter nodded to indicate understanding.

Time to watch King Ggbond's move.

He moistened his slightly dry upper lip with his tongue, then bit down on the gum in his mouth.

The referee blew the whistle!

There were sixteen players in front of him, five direct shooting lanes, and twenty-eight passing lanes.

Hmm... or was it twenty-nine?

Never mind; anyway, this isn't a fill-in-the-blank question. Just find the best option and go for it.

"Tang Ye is running out first; is Tang Ye taking the kick?"

"He's shooting directly!"

He struck a powerful curling shot, bypassing the wall and hitting the target with precision.

"Goooo——aaaaa——llllll!!!"

"Goal!"

"Beautiful!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye scores directly from the free kick!"

After a few small hopping steps to cushion his momentum, Tang Ye ran toward the sidelines.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

Adidas has arrived!

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye scores with a direct C-shaped free kick; Manchester United 3:1 Arsenal.

Boom!

Colliding with a teammate, Tang Ye turned toward the stands and spread his arms wide.

"Beautiful, Tom!"

When the team is behind, Ggbond will step up to protect his teammates.

And when the team is ahead, Ggbond must also step up to kick the opponent.

The villainous boss should bully the weak and fear the strong!

"..."

Emery sat as if on a bed of needles, and finally stood up directly.

The Arsenal players felt even more uncomfortable.

Last year, that is, the previous season.

In the previous season, Tang Ye's impression on the Arsenal players was that of a genius, a monster.

Then what about this season?

This season, just looking at Tang Ye's face made them feel the pressure.

ggBond's Ballon d'Or score of nearly 500 was not something to joke about.

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

The situation was becoming increasingly off; Emery made two substitutions in succession.

The camera focused on Tang Ye, who was standing near the center circle catching his breath.

For some unknown reason, the director gave Tang Ye's pupils a close-up shot.

(End of Chapter)