Chapter 478: Huge Hidden Dangers Exposed in Actual Combat, Two Goals Chased Down in Four Minutes

【Getting into the groove】

【No way, the opposition is truly terrible; could this Kyrgyzstan side even beat Manchester United U17?】

【Quiet! Just watch Master GG's performance!】

【Doesn't it feel like we're playing too conservatively today? With such a trash midfield, couldn't Tang Ye eat them alive at will?】

The detestable Chinese fans had already begun mocking their opponents!

Of course, this was unavoidable.

Having grown accustomed to Master GG's performances in the Premier League, watching the Asian Cup now indeed felt somewhat unfamiliar.

When Master GG wanted to put on a show, the opposition needed players like Salah or De Bruyne at the very least to impose any restriction on him.

Did Kyrgyzstan possess a Salah?

They did not.

With no Salah, there was nothing to be done; just stick your butt out and take the beating.

The camera focused on Tang Ye; his pumped fist seemed to strike directly at the Kyrgyzstan fans.

Punishment from the Master!

"Tang Ye!!"

"Go, go, three goals, three goals!"

The Chinese fans signaled their desire for more goals.

A greedy thought, yet Tang Ye did not feel upset.

Because the fans happened to be thinking exactly the same thing as him!

"Gradually open up the play; we can pick up the tempo!"

China's momentum had fully emerged, and Madaloni issued new instructions.

"At present, China's advantage remains quite significant."

"Yes, indeed; we see Kyrgyzstan certainly trying to find ways to restrict Tang Ye, but due to the gap in individual player ability, this restriction seems to have produced no effective result..."

"..."

"Tang Ye is directing play; Zhang Zhang Xizhe and Wang Wang Shenchao have both responded."

"Eh, excellent choice! Tang Ye has evaded the defending player's press!"

A precise through-ball found Zhang Zhang Yuning, and Tang Ye led his teammates forward.

Although Zhang Zhang Yuning was a substitute, he still played in one of Europe's top five leagues; after receiving the ball, he handled it in a manner befitting his ability.

Driving straight into the penalty area!

The defensive players quickly moved up.

Zhang Zhang Yuning passed to Wu Lei!

Wu Lei passed back to Tang Ye!

Tang Ye trapped the ball motionless, locking into a stalemate with the defender.

At this moment, Wu Lei reached an unspoken understanding with him, making a diagonal run into the penalty area.

Tang Ye waited for a favorable opportunity...

On the left, Zhang Zhang Xizhe surged forward!

Tang Ye turned his body as if to pass left, then, once the defender shifted his weight, suddenly executed a rainbow flick.

Crack!

The soccer ball soared upward, flew past the defender, and successfully reached Wu Lei.

Controlling and adjusting in one fluid motion, Wu Lei took a few simple steps before unleashing his shot.

"Gooo——aaaaa——lllll!!"

"Wu Lei!"

The score became 2:0!

Wu Lei ran out to celebrate, with Tang Ye following right behind.

"Wu Lei! Wu Lei! Wu Lei!"

The stands were almost entirely red.

With over 2,000 Chinese national team fans plus the several thousand foreign fans Tang Ye brought himself, China's live supporters for this match exceeded 10,000, directly overwhelming Kyrgyzstan.

Not a home ground, yet they achieved an effect similar to playing at home!

"Awesome, Brother Lei!"

Tang Ye embraced Wu Lei from behind.

【You have gained 15 Counterattack Points】

If one wished to earn Counterattack Points, the Asian Cup was indeed an excellent choice.

Twenty points for a goal, fifteen for an assist; these rewards matched those of the Champions League.

But scoring in the Asian Cup was far simpler than scoring in the Champions League!

"China!"

Boom-boom!

"China!"

Boom-boom!

After going up 2:0, China continued their domination of the match, seeking a third goal.

Fans stood in the stands singing.

Madaloni waved his hands, signaling the fans to make more noise.

Although he did not understand Chinese, he knew the fans were singing a song supporting the Chinese team!

"China team!"

Boom-boom, boom-boom!

"China team!"

Boom-boom, boom-boom!

It is now the 30th minute of the first half, and the overall rhythm of the Chinese team has accelerated to a relatively fast pace.

Viewers in front of their televisions can clearly see that the national football team's passing frequency is slightly faster than that of Kyrgyzstan.

After making a crossing run with Wu Lei to reach the right flank, Tang Ye waited for his own opportunity.

"Here!"

Tang Ye suddenly cut diagonally toward the center.

The defenders were closing in, but Tang Ye successfully reached the ball between them before they could.

He took a quick look forward.

Feeling the distance was acceptable, Tang Ye decisively made his choice.

Boom!

A long-range shot roared out.

The Kyrgyzstan goalkeeper leaped out.

His fingers touched the ball, but the contact area was insufficient to deflect it away.

Goal!

3:0!

Charging out decisively, Tang Ye stepped onto the advertising hoarding and let out a roar at the fans.

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye scores directly with a world-class strike from 24 meters; China leads 3:0.

"Haha!"

Wu Lei and Zhang Zhang Linpeng approached together, reaching out from all directions to pat Tang Ye's head; the latter spread his hands toward the stands before performing the celebration move of merging with the Flame Dragon Armor.

It was evident that the national football team currently held a significant advantage.

Of course, with some time remaining until the end of the first half, Kyrgyzstan was not entirely without opportunities.

Crack!

Following a long pass over the defense, Kyrgyzstan's counterattack achieved an unexpected effect.

The Chinese team players are retreating!

Although their passing was poor, Kyrgyzstan's counterattack was indeed impressive.

Musabekov easily controlled the ball, immediately following up with a pass forward to Lux.

Lux dribbled quickly forward while the Chinese team's defensive line contracted.

"Mark him, mark him!"

Feng Feng Xiaoting was already shouting!

A critical moment for defense!

But just as Feng Feng Xiaoting marked Lux, the Kyrgyzstan forward completed a lateral movement to shake him off.

Fuck!

Feng Feng Xiaoting sensed grave danger and, in a moment of carelessness, tripped Lux.

"Damn it..."

Tang Ye, who was retreating, suddenly stopped in his tracks, clutching his head with both hands.

This was two hundred percent going to be a penalty.

Mr. Referee...

Tang Ye prepared to approach the referee to speak up for his teammate, but the official blew the whistle immediately after the foul.

"Penalty!"

"Sigh... Feng Feng Xiaoting's foul was somewhat unnecessary."

"Yes, but objectively speaking, Feng Feng Xiaoting had already been completely shaken off; even without the foul, Yan Yan Junling would have been unable to handle a shot from that position."

The Chinese team players quickly gathered together; Tang Ye placed his hand on Feng Feng Xiaoting's shoulder, saying, "It's fine, it's fine, giving one away doesn't matter."

"... Mm."

Feng Feng Xiaoting shook his head gently, filled with immense regret in his heart.

He was the captain; how could he give away a penalty!

"Kyrgyzstan's penalty..."

"Lux, run-up..."

"Shot!"

"Eh..."

He Wei sighed.

The opponent's penalty kick ultimately went in.

"Keep playing, keep playing!"

The Kyrgyzstan players had intended to celebrate, but upon being reminded by several teammates, they realized their mistake and hurried into the penalty area to retrieve the ball.

Group C contains two strong teams, South Korea and China; if Kyrgyzstan wants to advance, they must at least draw against or even defeat one of them!

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

Zhang Zhang Linpeng shouted, while Tang Ye furrowed his brows.

Apparently due to insufficient training camp time, the Chinese team's defensive performance currently looks far worse than during the World Cup.

Tang Ye, who often plays in the Premier League and Champions League, knows all too well the importance of defense.

If this isn't handled properly, even if the Chinese team reaches the knockout stage, they won't be able to go far!

The away fans are loudly singing their national anthem!

It is clearly visible that after conceding the penalty, the momentum of the match is tilting towards Kyrgyzstan.

Of course, this isn't because Kyrgyzstan has become stronger.

It is because, after giving away the penalty, the Chinese players' mentality has developed some issues.

"Here!"

Tang Ye passes the ball towards Zheng Zhi.

But Zheng Zhi commits a very serious error.

He fails to control the ball!

"Oh!"

Bernhardt accelerates and takes possession.

Damn it!

Realizing something is wrong, Tang Ye immediately rushes over.

A slide tackle!

But he is just a bit short on distance.

There's nothing to be done; Tang Ye can only watch Bernhardt run past him.

Seizing the Chinese team's gap period, Kyrgyzstan's sudden ball snatch and forward run are indeed executed well.

Crack!

Bernhardt plays a long pass out to the right flank.

The one receiving the ball is Murzaev.

He adjusts slightly.

Then drives to the byline and crosses into the box!

Lux arrives at full speed and fires off a shot.

But Yan Yan Junling punches it away!

"Oh!"

That was close!

This is the first reaction of the Chinese fans.

A corner kick opportunity for Kyrgyzstan!

The away fans continue singing their national anthem.

Very passionate, but there are simply too few of them; the players on the field actually hear nothing.

"Huff, huff huff..."

Tang Ye can now clearly hear his own breathing.

And of course, his teammates' as well; the Chinese national team players are currently under immense pressure.

It is nowhere near as relaxed as the first ten-plus minutes of the match!

Crack!

The corner kick is taken!

At the first point of contact!

Bernhardt!

His header goes astray, but by coincidence, it ends up creating a decent angle.

Goal!

"..."

"This, this..."

The two commentators fall silent on the spot.

Originally holding an absolute 3-0 lead, within just a few minutes Kyrgyzstan has scored two consecutive goals.

Now the Chinese team leads by only one goal!

Moreover, Kyrgyzstan still holds the advantage in momentum!

"No way, damn it."

Yan Yan Junling throws his hands up, seemingly dissatisfied with his teammates' marking inside the box, yet he doesn't dare say it outright.

Tang Ye, meanwhile, clutches his head in his hands.

He originally thought this match would be very simple.

But now it seems things are going somewhat awry...

【Brothers, the pressure has suddenly ramped up.】

【What's going on? Give Tang Ye the ball! What are Zhang Zhang Xizhe and Zheng Zhi doing?】

【Classic case of not knowing how to play right after conceding; the national team really needs to practice their mentality for major tournaments.】

【Lippi, what the hell are you doing?】

【We're doomed, we're doomed, we're doomed...】

"Fuck, why, damn it!"

Madaloni has already jumped up; the assistant coach is now even more anxious than the Chinese fans in front of their TVs.

An absolute advantage, yet a five-minute gap period directly gifted the opponent two goals?

Pah!

Spitting a mouthful of saliva onto the grass, Tang Ye felt his heartbeat quickening as well.

For the next few minutes, Tang Ye immediately changed strategy; upon gaining possession, he did not push forward temporarily, but instead engaged in passing and control with his teammates, hoping to first stabilize the team's overall state.

……

Check Dongqiu Di halftime report: Tang Ye scores twice, Kyrgyzstan nets two goals in four minutes, China's three-goal lead slashed to one.

In the frame, players from both sides slowly walked off the field.

Although leading, China's momentum had already plummeted to rock bottom.

"Actually... China's advantage is still quite obvious, but they indeed played too carelessly."

He Wei offered his assessment.

"Although Kyrgyzstan cannot be considered a strong team, they are absolutely an opponent that must be treated seriously."

"In my view, China still holds a steady and overwhelming victory, but all of this has one prerequisite."

"China must not commit this kind of mistake again in the second half."

Having left a gap period for the opponent to consecutively score two goals, the Chinese players now felt both anxious and distressed in their hearts.

Only the players themselves knew just how regrettable this was.

"No, I just don't understand."

In the locker room, Madaloni spread his hands toward the players: "It's just a penalty kick; why has it made you like this? If you are like this, how will you play in the knockout stage?"

"Don't even talk about the knockout stage; at this rate, we won't even make it into the knockout stage."

Madaloni was visibly turning red with anger.

China's group stage objective was to fight for first place, yet in the very first match, they encountered this situation.

"……"

The locker room was very quiet; not a single player dared to speak.

Tang Ye sat right on the floor.

"Alright, alright."

Lippi remained relatively calm, signaling for Madaloni to calm down first, before proceeding with his own analysis.

Lippi was actually very regretful now.

If the training camp had started one week earlier, many of the problems exposed by China in the first half today could have been avoided.

"Our advantage is huge; I need you to be clear on this point, understand? But at the same time, you must also know that our advantage is not yet sufficient for us to play casually on the field."

"A single penalty kick is nothing, but after conceding another penalty, our mentality developed problems; that is a major issue."

"Four minutes; we conceded two goals within four minutes. This is clearly not an issue of ability. Show the performance you ought to show; that is the way to solve the problem."

While Lippi was speaking, Tang Ye pinched the flesh on his own thigh with his hand, wanting to use this to make himself more alert.

He stood up, then sat back down on the stool.

"In the second half, I can ramp up the tempo again; you need to actively seek combinations with me. Just pass the ball more, and everything will be fine. They aren't strong."

"That number 8 on the opposite side keeps targeting me; you need to help me drive him away, otherwise I won't be able to do many things."

The situation was not good, so Tang Ye simply voiced all his thoughts.

"Drive that number 8 away; didn't I easily get past that number 14? The defensive midfielders can come up in front of me."

Wu Lei placed his hand on Tang Ye's thigh.

"Deep breath, deep breath!"

Madaloni made gestures: "In the second half, we attack strongly; do not hesitate when passing or shooting!"

The fifteen-minute halftime break was short.

The second half of the match has begun!

"China Central Television, welcome back, dear audience friends..."

"Although two goals were consecutively pulled back in the first half, Lippi did not adjust China's formation accordingly, and meanwhile, neither side has made any substitutions temporarily."

"Mm, beautiful!"

He Wei had spoken only two sentences when Tang Ye, in the center, directly used his body to shove Bernhardt aside, forcibly seizing possession.

"Tang Ye, still doing it himself!"

Pa!

Passing to a teammate, then having the teammate pass the ball back, Tang Ye successfully avoided the defending players ahead.

Advancing alone for nearly thirty meters, now moving further forward, Kyrgyzstan was no longer willing to yield space.

But this did not matter.

Pushing the ball forward with his right foot, he pulled it back once the opponent extended their leg.

Pushing forward again!

Combining with his body, Tang Ye directly dribbled past Kyrgyzstan's defensive midfielder.

"Oh, Tang Ye is playing very aggressively!"

"Yu Yu Hanchao on the left is already ready."

"Tang Ye prepares..."

Bang!

Feinting a pass then really stopping the ball, deceiving both opponents and teammates, Tang Ye entered the penalty area.

Stopping the ball once more, the Kyrgyz central defender in the box fell to the ground instantly.

The Big King is coming!

"Holy shit!"

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