Chapter 482: Ggbond, Why Did You Start Playing as a Striker? Two Rounds, Ten Goals

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No. 1: China vs Philippines.

No. 2: China leads the Philippines by two goals.

……

No. 6: China leads by three goals.

【Really just killing chickens.】

【The Philippines is even worse than Kyrgyzstan; looking at it this way, Tang Ye could actually wait until the knockout stage to return.】

【Don't; by the time the knockout stage arrives and teammates act like strangers, you won't be saying that anymore.】

【Wu Lei is fierce today, like a Cristiano Ronaldo!】

【Zheng Zhi? Little Tang Ye!】

【Wait, if Zheng Zhi is Little Tang Ye, then what does that make my De Bruyne?】

Calculating points when the wind blows against them, and blowing things out of proportion when the wind is at their backs—this has become an unshakable habit for Chinese fans watching matches.

In the 43rd minute of the first half, Tang Ye drove down the left flank.

Slap!

He crossed the ball horizontally to Wu Lei at the far post!

"Middle!"

For a moment, Wu Lei didn't know what to do, but fortunately, Tang Ye gave instructions.

A cutback pass found Wu Xi!

Just then, Tang Ye cut inside, and Wu Xi laid the ball off to Tang Ye, who was running toward him.

Looking toward the goal, Tang Ye suddenly feinted with his right foot and directly passed the ball to Yu Yu Hanchao, who was making a run into the penalty area.

Goal!

"Offside!"

A Philippine player shouted loudly in English.

"Offside my ass!"

Tang Ye immediately stepped forward, separating the Philippine player from the referee.

Tang Ye's height was just over 1.8 meters, which was decent for Asia, and coupled with the prominent muscles on his shoulders, the Philippine player suddenly shrank back.

"No offside, no offside!"

There was controversy; the referee did not make a call immediately, while the broadcaster switched to a replay.

Wu Lei's cutback found Wu Xi...

Tang Ye cut inside.

"Oh! Before finding Wu Xi again, Tang Ye first exchanged hand signals with Yu Yu Hanchao."

"Yes, I didn't notice it just now, but if you look closely, it's quite obvious; after Tang Ye gave the signal, Yu Yu Hanchao retreated from the offside line."

The CPU had calculated everything perfectly; Yu Yu Hanchao was indeed not offside.

So the current score is...

4:0!

【You have obtained extra Counterattack Points * 30】

"China~"

"China~"

"I fight for you~~"

"I am proud because of you~~~"

The momentum had risen; this applied not only to the players on the field but also to the fans in the stands.

In the final few minutes, the Philippines tried to find attacking opportunities, but Zheng Zhi and Zhang Zhang Linpeng neutralized them one by one.

When the halftime whistle blew, Tang Ye happened to be dribbling in the center circle; upon hearing the sound, he stopped the ball under his foot and stood still.

He placed both hands on his hips and let out a sigh of relief.

"No difficulty at all, Rod..."

"Oh, I got it wrong."

Tang Ye touched his nose.

……

"So damn satisfying, holy crap!"

Feng Feng Xiaoting led the players as they kicked open the locker room door.

Tang Ye followed right behind him; after rushing in, he jumped up and stepped directly onto his own stool.

Zhang Zhang Yuning joined in too!

"Invincibility is so~ so lonely!"

"Invincibility is so~ so empty!"

"Standing alone at the peak, the cold wind blows endlessly!"

"……"

"Hey! Hey!"

Tang Ye and Zhang Zhang Yuning were already singing wildly; Maldoni had to shout several times before pulling their attention back.

"Sit down, sit down, everyone sit down!"

A 4:0 scoreline might indeed warrant popping champagne at halftime, but not for this match.

Besides winning the match, the Chinese team had another mission: to test Lippi's shadow striker tactic in actual combat.

This was the price the Chinese team had to pay for their short training camp duration.

"We have a four-goal cushion, so we can continue playing more aggressively in the second half,"

Madaloni told the players, while Lippi stood beside Tang Ye, explaining his ideas to him one by one.

Lippi liked using metaphors, but after thinking it over, he decided it was better not to use them when communicating with Tang Ye.

"Move toward the center as much as possible; you need to pressure the opponent and achieve this through your own ability. Stand alongside Zhang (Zhang Zhang Yuning) and look for combinations whenever possible."

Tang Ye's position on the field was precisely Zhang Zhang Yuning's shadow.

He was a shadow assassin!

"No problem, Mr. Marcello."

Rubbing his thigh muscles, Tang Ye was already ready.

"In the second half, we must play with momentum!"

"Momentum!"

Madaloni used his voice to make this final emphasis.

Tang Ye put his arms around the shoulders of Zheng Zhi and Wu Lei.

"Three, two, one!"

"Go China!!!"

"... Welcome back, dear viewers. This is the second half of the match between the Chinese team and the Philippines team. In the first half, eh?"

"We can see that after the second half began, Tang Ye has taken up a position relatively far to the left, and his positioning is even more advanced."

It was a bit strange, but since Tang Ye was notoriously fond of posing as a striker, the commentators did not dwell further on this issue.

The issue was that Yu Yu Hanchao had been substituted off, leaving the Chinese team with a full four midfielders.

Play a bit on the left flank, then move toward Zhang Zhang Yuning's position.

Although he didn't have the ball at his feet, Tang Ye's forward runs alone were enough to make the opponent feel the pressure.

Bang!

A through ball came over; Tang Ye, preparing to receive it, was immediately brought down by a defender.

"Damn it, I'm f*cking done with this!"

Tang Ye jumped straight up from the ground, took a step forward, and spread his hands at Schrock: "You really have to do this, don't you? Can't you avoid fouling?"

"Hell!"

A bit speechless, but consequently, the Chinese team earned a direct free-kick opportunity.

Tang Ye and Hao Hao Junmin stood together.

Hao Hao Junmin began his run-up...

He stepped over it!

Next was Tang Ye!

Crack!

A free kick with a slight curve flew directly toward the top right corner; goalkeeper Falcao failed to save it with a high dive.

"Goal!"

"Tang Ye's brace! The score of this match is now 5:0!"

In open play, Tang Ye's displayed level would somewhat decline due to the overall level of the team.

But with free kicks, Tang Ye only needed his teammates to stand in the right positions for him.

For an Asian national team, Tang Ye's direct free kicks seemed a bit too overpowered.

"Roar!!!!"

Sliding out on his knees, Tang Ye let out a furious roar toward the Chinese fans in the stands.

The match quickly reached the 55th minute.

The score remained 5:0, but the commentators and some fans had already noticed something was off.

"This... it feels like Tang Ye is completely playing with a striker's mindset?"

"Mm, since the start of the second half, the Chinese team's possession rate has risen again; this is related to Tang Ye's frequent ball control and dribbling in the front field."

"He seems to be playing as a left winger, yet he often fills in as a center forward."

Without needing to be told, everyone knew this must be Lippi's special tactic.

The fans now felt nothing but shock.

Having Tang Ye play as a striker; Lippi's approach was indeed very different from that of typical CSL coaches.

"Come on!"

Tang Ye received the ball again; the Philippine players now had splitting headaches.

Run forward!

Crack!

A 45-degree cross into the box found Zhang Zhang Yuning.

Jumping up, he headed the ball back!

Zhang Zhang Yuning had intended to pass the ball to Wu Lei, but a mistake allowed an opposing player to steal it immediately.

Strauss dribbled forward, successfully sounding the horn for the Philippines' counterattack.

"Quick, quick! Get back to the left side first!"

"Left side!"

"Cough, cough-cough!"

Maldoni choked on his own shout.

The opponent launched a quick counterattack, and the Chinese team players were retreating rapidly.

Slap!

Strauss passed to Inglethorpe!

Inglethorpe passed again to Demurga, who was making a forward run down the wing!

Damn!

Zheng Zhi wanted to intercept, but the Philippines' passing speed was too fast, so he failed.

The drawback of Tang Ye not being in the central midfield became apparent now; several players in China's backfield were not on the same wavelength, causing them to lose their defensive order.

After a series of combinations, Schrock finally got the chance.

Slap!

The pass went into the penalty area, where Javier lifted his foot for a volley.

Goal!

"Hey! What a pity for that shot."

"Yan Yan Junling should have come out earlier!"

Yan Yan Junling was now sitting on the goal line; the Philippines' recent attack had left him feeling quite uncomfortable.

It felt as though the defensive line was non-existent!

"It's fine, it's fine."

Under Maldoni's command, the Chinese team players quickly completed their adjustments.

The match continued.

"..."

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Zhang Zhang Yuning fell to the ground after receiving the ball in the penalty area; the Chinese team was awarded a penalty kick.

In the camera shot, Tang Ye tossed the ball forward and then began juggling it.

"Tang Ye!"

Thump-thump!

"Tang Ye!"

Thump-thump!

The stands were filled with fans shouting Tang Ye's name.

Tang Ye already had two goals to his name; one more would complete a hat-trick.

Meanwhile, the current score was 5-1; if this penalty kick was scored, the Chinese team would create the largest goal difference in this year's Asian Cup so far!

The goalkeeper was ready; Tang Ye placed the ball on the penalty spot and then began to back away.

"Hoo, hoo..."

To be honest, he wasn't very nervous, so Tang Ye hadn't even bought any props.

He looked into the goalkeeper's eyes.

Tang Ye seemed to want to discern the direction the goalkeeper intended to dive from his eyes, but he failed.

"Beep!!"

"Tang Ye..."

"He runs up, and it's a goal!"

The stands erupted in cheers.

6-1, that was the current score!

Three goals and two assists; in this match so far, Tang Ye had earned a total of 240 Counterattack Points.

In his memory, this should be the match where he earned the most.

Tom is so good at making money!

The Chinese team soon began making substitutions.

Lippi wanted to substitute Tang Ye off, but to allow Tang Ye more practice in the shadow striker position, he ultimately did not make this substitution.

The Chinese team should take a longer-term view and not just focus on defeating South Korea.

The knockout stage is the top priority!

Check Dongqiu Di match report: The Chinese team bloodied the Philippines 8-1, securing qualification from the group stage one round early; Tang Ye, playing as a forward for the first time, demonstrated absolute dominance with three goals and two assists, while Wu Lei scored twice, and Zhang Zhang Yuning, Yu Yu Hanchao, and Wu Xi also found the net. (Comment count: 127,232)

Opening Check Dongqiu Di and seeing this score, one might wonder if Grand Marshal Gao had crawled out of his coffin.

Actually, no!

It was ggbond!

He possessed power even greater than Gao Qiu!

【Wu Lei? Cristiano Ronaldo!】

【So satisfying, damn it; two matches with a ten-goal difference—is this really the national football team?】

【We've already qualified; can Tang Ye fly back to Manchester to play against Tottenham? Otherwise, I feel like Manchester United won't be able to hold on.】

【Top four? Champions!】

After the match against the Philippines, Chinese football fans were basically going mad; someone in the comments section even posted an image of Tang Ye holding the Asian Cup championship trophy.

In the locker room, Tang Ye casually placed his second MVP trophy on a bench and then sat down beside the trophy.

Scrolling through things to read fan comments, Tang Ye grew happier the more he read.

Oh, right!

Something suddenly occurred to him, and Tang Ye let out a sigh.

"What's wrong, Tang Ye?"

Zheng Zhi sat down beside Tang Ye; the latter glanced in Wu Lei's direction, then shook his head.

"Damn, if I'd known Brother Lei was going to score again in the second half, I should've given him that penalty—then he would've had a hat trick."

In this match, Wu Lei scored two goals; add one more from the penalty, and that would have been a hat trick.

Unfortunately, Tang Ye had no way to predict Wu Lei's second-half goal.

"Haha, it doesn't matter."

Two matches, six points, ten goal difference—Zheng Zhi, a veteran of over a decade, was undoubtedly the most excited.

Placing his hand on Tang Ye's back, he said, "The next match against South Korea is the key; as long as we draw, we'll top the group."

"Brother Zhi, it's impossible for it to end in just a draw—we've beaten South Korea before."

Tang Ye spread his hands.

Earlier, he had read reports issued by South Korean journalists; the moment he saw the news, Tang Ye grew anxious.

If they merely drew with South Korea, Tang Ye would definitely feel extremely frustrated!

"Haha!"

Lippi went to the press room for the post-match interview, briefly answering reporters' questions.

The Chinese national team's objective for this Asian Cup is the top four.

It might sound somewhat arrogant, but the scores from the first two matches were enough for Lippi to state this with confidence.

Meanwhile, in the locker room, leaders from the Football Association came to visit the Chinese national team players.

Tang Ye shook hands one by one with several Football Association officials, then returned to his seat.

He actually preferred liveliness, just not this kind of liveliness.

Being around so many leaders in their forties and fifties made him feel somewhat uncomfortable; he couldn't even dance together with his teammates.

"Tang Ye."

Cai Cai Zhenhua walked over, shook hands with Tang Ye once more, then sat down beside him.

"Hello, Mr. Cai."

"We exchanged words during the mobilization meeting before the World Cup, though you probably don't remember, haha."

"Mm."

"..."

Tang Ye's response left Cai Cai Zhenhua completely stunned.

Wait, he really didn't remember?

It felt as though Tang Ye was playing him, yet Cai Cai Zhenhua detected no hint of mockery in Tang Ye's expression, so he set the matter aside for now.

"Haha, it's nothing, nothing."

After a few brief pleasantries, Football Association officials quickly surrounded Tang Ye.

"Tang Ye, we'd like to ask: in your opinion, what result should our team achieve in this year's Asian Cup?"

Cai Cai Zhenhua asked, and the locker room suddenly fell silent.

Before the Asian Cup began, the Football Association assigned Lippi the task of guaranteeing a top-eight finish while striving for the top four; at the time, Lippi indicated that reaching the quarterfinals wouldn't be too problematic and was achievable.

But since Lippi was, after all, an outsider, the Football Association still hoped to hear an answer from one of their own players.

"Well, damn, I don't even know how to answer this question..."

Tang Ye scratched his cheek with his fingernail; Cai Cai Zhenhua's question made him feel somewhat awkward.

"It depends on the subsequent draw. If we top our group, we'll likely face either Thailand or the United Arab Emirates; I don't know which one yet. But we should comfortably win the round of sixteen; the quarterfinals are harder to say, since I don't know the later draw either."

Tang Ye's reply was rather cautious.

"So... is there any hope of reaching the top four? If we avoid Japan and Qatar?"

The Football Association setting the top four as their objective for Lippi was not without reason.

Because this was the Football Association's expectation for the team this year!

"Mm..."

Tang Ye blinked.

"I... I don't know either..."

(End of chapter)