Chapter 489: Iran's Restrictive Tactics, Tang Ye's Heel Flick in the Box

The scene was somewhat noisy, but Lippi stood silently by the sideline without uttering a single word.

【My Mr. Marcello seems under great pressure; someone bring him a Ggbond lollipop.】

【Iran's market value isn't high either, so why are their group stage results so good?】

【No matter how good their results are, can they compare to our national team? Was that 8-1 scoreline a joke to you?】

【The great Grandmaster GG, show the Iranians what you're capable of!】

It was now midnight Beijing time, and Chinese fans in front of their televisions appeared somewhat excited.

Because if they won this match, the Chinese team would advance to the semi-finals, where their opponent would most likely be Japan.

Since Tang Ye joined, the national team had not yet played a match against the Blue Samurai!

The match reached the 15th minute of the first half.

IRN: 62%.

CHN: 38%.

Once the quarter-finals began, the Chinese team's problems with ball control were quickly exposed.

The opponents were passing the ball among themselves in the center; Tang Ye certainly could not tolerate this.

The center was his territory!

He charged straight up, intending to steal the ball!

Taremi!

Seeing Tang Ye approach, Taremi immediately passed the ball to a teammate, successfully protecting possession.

Tang Ye switched targets, but Ebrahimi, who received the ball next, quickly passed it away as well.

When the opposing attacking midfielder and striker press together, you need to pass the ball to a nearby teammate to protect possession; this is a very common situation in football matches.

But the problem now was this.

Iran kept passing the ball among themselves, yet they simply refused to launch an attack forward.

What trickery was this?

"Uh... the Iranian team is keeping the ball just barely out of Tang Ye's reach, close enough for him to almost touch but not quite."

"Exactly, and they aren't attacking either. They seem to be trying to exhaust Tang Ye's stamina!"

From the opening kickoff, Iran had deployed a very despicable tactic, aiming specifically at the Grandmaster.

Lippi and Madaloni naturally noticed this problem as well, but they chose to wait and see.

When the clock hit the 20-minute mark, Madaloni finally could not hold back any longer.

"If they keep doing this..."

Just as Madaloni began to speak, Tang Ye on the field suddenly stopped, then started walking around near the center circle.

The Chinese team's assistant coach saw black before his eyes.

Well, Grandmaster GG had already figured it out.

"Can you stop passing already, fuck!"

Tang Ye shouted at the Iranian players in English, and after shouting, he repeated it in Spanish and Dutch.

This was not the Grandmaster wanting to showcase his linguistic talents, but rather because the way the opponents were playing was truly making him sick.

After walking slowly for a while, Tang Ye suddenly spotted an opportunity and charged forward.

Taremi realized something was wrong and tried to pass, but it was already too late.

Bang!

Tang Ye slid tackle and fell to the ground, successfully intercepting Taremi's pass.

While Tang Ye was still lying on the ground, Zhang Zhang Chengdong came over from the side and secured the ball.

"Beautiful!"

"Let's look at the Chinese team's counterattack!"

Zhang Zhang Chengdong wasn't running very fast, and neither were the other Chinese players coordinating the attack.

This gave Iran time to retreat defensively, while also giving Tang Ye time to get back up and rejoin the attack.

In that previous combination play, he and Zhang Zhang Chengdong had swapped positions; he was no longer the attacking midfielder.

If not an attacking midfielder, then what was he?

Fans familiar with Tang Ye didn't need to look at the screen to know what this guy was about to do next.

"We can see that at the edge of the camera frame, Tang Ye is moving toward the right-wing baseline."

"Yes, he must be intending to coordinate an attack with Wu Lei."

Bang!

Zhang Zhang Chengdong played a through ball to Yu Yu Hanchao; the latter controlled the ball and wanted to drive down the line to attack, but was called back by Gao Lin.

"Wait for Tang Ye, wait for Tang Ye!"

Yu Yu Hanchao had also gotten carried away; with the teacher absent, he actually dared to run around recklessly.

Fortunately, a teammate reminded him, and Yu Yu Hanchao immediately slowed down the pace of the attack.

Taking advantage of this time, Tang Ye slowly approached the right wing, while Yu Yu Hanchao pretended to initiate his move as well.

He accelerated toward the baseline.

Then deliver a cutback pass!

Liu Yang controlled the ball and played a diagonal long pass toward Wu Lei.

Here it comes!

Knowing that Wu Lei's first touch was poor, Tang Ye moved up directly, jumping to control the ball with his heel.

"Holy shit!"

Wu Lei was startled, then quickly surged forward once he recovered.

An Iranian player charged over!

Tang Ye shielded the ball with his body, then played a through pass straight to Wu Lei.

At this moment, Wu Lei made a move that surprised the fans; the Chinese striker lifted his left foot and let the ball roll naturally beneath it.

Damn, this was two hundred percent learned from Tang Ye!

"I'm going to the middle, I'm going to the middle!"

After telling his teammates his position, Tang Ye darted directly into the penalty area.

But he didn't call for the ball; instead, he signaled for Wu Lei to pass it to Gao Lin.

Smack!

The cross came in from the baseline; with the Iranian players' attention fixed on Tang Ye, Gao Lin easily controlled the ball.

"Shoot directly!"

Tang Ye shouted, and Gao Lin fired off a shot.

The goalkeeper caught the ball!

"Oh!!!"

"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

Filled with regret, the fans blew their whistles frantically as the Chinese players could only begin retreating.

The camera lens focused on Tang Ye.

"My god, this... for the vast majority of the time, Tang Ye has two defenders around him, sometimes even three. Iran is absolutely determined not to give Tang Ye any chance."

Iran had previously faced the Chinese national team during the Asian qualifiers, where they were completely blown apart by Tang Ye that day.

Only those who have experienced fear understand how to cope with it!

Controlling the ball in the front field!

Bang!

Azmoun rushed over and collided with Tang Ye.

Tang Ye held his ground immediately without falling, but as he tried to control the ball, he was tripped directly by Azmoun's thigh.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle; Tang Ye sat on the ground, his expression showing helplessness.

"I really want to fuck this number 20's entire family."

Maddaloni rubbed his wrist, looking as if he wanted to rush onto the pitch to start a fight.

Glancing back at Wei Wei Shihao on the substitutes' bench, Maddaloni spoke to Lippi.

"Should we send in a bodyguard?"

"No."

"Don't rush."

Lippi remained as steady as ever.

Actually, what the Chinese team needed to solve now wasn't the issue of Tang Ye being fouled, but the problem of having too many defenders surrounding Tang Ye.

Two or three defenders clustering together clearly just didn't want Tang Ye to get the ball.

"Stick close!"

Lippi shouted in somewhat halting Chinese, signaling the national team players to move closer to Tang Ye.

Ptui!

Tang Ye spat out a mouthful of saliva.

It was indeed quite uncomfortable to play.

But he had encountered this situation many times before.

Let's see if there are any opportunities to handle further down the line.

The 28th minute.

China's attack failed to yield a goal, and in the end, Iran launched a counterattack.

Ebrahimi advanced with the ball, and Tang Ye decisively moved in.

Bang!

A direct slide tackle!

Ebrahimi jumped up on the spot, but he had already passed the ball away beforehand.

Jahanbakhsh!

Launching the advance from the wing, Iran's attacking speed was indeed a bit faster than China's.

Jahanbakhsh dribbled forward for nearly 20 meters himself, then played a long pass out to the left wing.

Hajysafi!

The attack was executed very quickly, inevitably exposing gaps in China's defensive line.

Iran seized this rare opportunity.

Bang!

Passed to Taremi!

A low driven shot was delivered; Yan Yan Junling dropped to one knee to block it.

The ball hit Yan Yan Junling's hand, took a deflection, and subsequently rolled into the goal.

"Eh!!"

"Yan Yan Junling!"

The commentator shouts Yan Yan Junling's name.

What a war criminal, bro!

"Gooo——aaaa——llll!!"

"The goaler is…… Taremi!!! (The scorer is Taremi)"

Amid the celebrations of the announcer and the away fans, Taremi runs out with his teammates to celebrate.

The players of the Chinese team on the pitch are now feeling somewhat distressed.

"Phew, it's okay, it's okay."

Feng Feng Xiaoting pats Yan Yan Junling's hand, while Tang Ye and Gao Lin run over from the front field, hug Yan Yan Junling's head, and give him a kiss.

Although the other players of the Chinese team do not play as goalkeepers, they clearly understand how much pressure a goalkeeper faces in such a situation.

Yan Yan Junling appears to be not far from collapsing.

"Score it back!"

"We can score it back!"

Feng Feng Xiaoting and his teammates shout loudly, while Tang Ye taps his own thigh.

Although he has been severely restricted in this match.

But the logic is clear: he must do something now.

Otherwise, they will lose the match!

Dongqiu Di live match report: Taremi's low driven shot, Yan Yan Junling's error gifts a goal.

Iran takes the lead.

Well, regardless of whether the national football team ultimately loses or wins this match, the fans are destined to be unable to sleep.

The Iranian players are still celebrating; Tang Ye runs over to Wu Lei, covers his mouth, and whispers.

The match restarts, and the head coach of the Iranian team now wears a smile on his face.

Distressing!

But it must be said that Iran's tactics today have achieved great success.

Three minutes later.

"Seems like there's no way to get the ball out."

"Tang Ye is dropping deep."

Dropping back to the defensive half, yet the Iranian defenders seem glued to Tang Ye, following his every move.

At times like this, a little trickery is needed.

Glancing back, appearing to observe the defender behind him, Tang Ye is actually checking the positions of his teammates in the attacking third.

Calling for the ball with a hand gesture!

Feng Feng Xiaoting passes the ball over; Tang Ye actively extends his foot, feints to a sudden stop, then immediately knocks the ball back with his heel, easily nutmegging the Iranian player.

Slap!

【De Bruyne Standard Long Pass Lv5: Replication (Transcendent State)】

Proficiency: 2512/5000

It is a Lv5.5 level Standard Long Pass!

Although it wasn't the first touch, this long pass is at least worthy of a 95 rating.

Precisely delivered to Gao Lin in the front field!

A one-on-one opportunity is born!

"Wow!!!"

The fans are screaming as Gao Lin sprints forward!

Controlling the ball!

The first touch wasn't handled well; the rapidly retreating Iranian players caused Gao Lin to lose this one-on-one chance.

Pass to Wu Lei!

Controlling the ball, adjusting, then cutting inside, Wu Lei charges diagonally into the penalty area.

Left foot?

Of course, the left foot is impossible; Wu Lei shifts the ball to his right foot.

Shoot!

Slap!

Beiranvand pushes the ball away!

The counter-attack failed to result in a goal, but China has earned a corner kick opportunity.

Hao Hao Junmin runs toward the corner flag again, but Tang Ye calls out to stop him.

"Let me take it."

Tang Ye and Hao Hao Junmin high-five, then Tang Ye takes the ball.

"Stand a bit further inside; I'll deliver it very deep!"

Juggling the ball while walking toward the corner flag, Tang Ye contemplates the passing route for this play.

"Tang Ye! Score one!"

"Tang Ye!"

"God!"

The fans in the lower stands shout loudly; Tang Ye juggles the ball, catches it in his hands, spins it once, then waves to the fans again.

Players from both sides in the penalty area are already ready...

"Beep!"

Fixating on the dead spot in the upper right corner of the goal, Tang Ye began his run-up.

Crack!

"The corner kick is taken!"

"This ball should be for the far post; it looks like it's delivered very deep!"

The attacking players pressed forward into the small penalty area.

The camera followed the movement; Tang Ye's long pass struck the right goalpost, rebounded, and flew into the net.

Beiranvand: 6

"I, I..."

"Goal!"

"Goal!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye scores directly from a corner kick! China has equalized the score!"

Shout the name of the goal scorer at the top of your lungs!

G—G.

Bond!

Scoring directly from near the corner flag makes celebration incredibly convenient, since the stands are right behind you.

Turn around!

"Roar!!!"

He vented his emotions through a furious roar.

【You have obtained Counterattack Points *20】

"Ah!!"

"Awesome!"

Teammates ran over one by one, surrounding Tang Ye in a tight circle.

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

The fans were also shouting Tang Ye's name.

In the previous match against Thailand, Tang Ye was in poor form and ultimately failed to even achieve a rating of 9.0.

So what about this match?

Speak up, haters!

"China!"

Boom boom!

"China!"

Boom boom!

Feng Feng Xiaoting placed his hand behind Tang Ye's neck, pressing hard on his neck muscles: "Damn, that was awesome!"

"Haha, I was afraid my intentions were too obvious, so I didn't tell you explicitly."

Fearing his teammates might misunderstand why he hadn't announced the corner kick tactic, Tang Ye took the initiative to explain.

But in reality, it made no difference whether he explained or not.

The one who scores is the boss!

A direct goal from a corner kick had restored the team's momentum; next, China's objective was to maintain this favorable state.

"You damn lot!"

The Iranian head coach was already frantic, grabbing the players on the field and unleashing a torrent of abuse.

There was no help for it; that was just how things worked.

Standing on the opposite side of GG Bond would never lead to a good outcome!

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: In the 36th minute of the match, Tang Ye dribbled past two defenders into the penalty area, but his subsequent shot was saved by the goalkeeper.

"I give up!"

Shaking his hands, Tang Ye gave Hao Hao Junmin, who had made the pass, a thumbs-up.

The opposing goalkeeper's form was a bit too good; this was clearly not good news for China.

As the match approached the 40-minute mark, Tang Ye accelerated the team's offensive tempo more and more.

Securing an advantage before the end of the first half was something Lippi had emphasized before the match began.

Controlling the ball through the center, he accelerated toward the right flank.

"Here!"

Wu Lei actively moved toward Tang Ye, and Tang Ye decisively made the pass.

Run forward again!

Receive Wu Lei's through ball!

A very clean one-two combination, and this was not yet the end.

Just as Tang Ye prepared to go down the line, Wu Lei decisively cut inside to draw the defenders.

Tang Ye took on the Iranian defender one-on-one!

After a simple feint, realizing the opponent wasn't biting, Tang Ye stepped on the ball to stop and wait for teammate support.

Liu Liu Yiming surges up from behind!

Tang Ye plays a through ball, then cuts inside!

Slap!

A reverse pass from Liu Liu Yiming finds Tang Ye.

Tang Ye feints to control the ball, but actually jumps, using his heel to flick it to Wu Lei.

Wu Lei plays another through ball into the penalty area.

Tang Ye dashes into the box, shifting left and right to fake out the defender.

"Wow!!!"

The fans are on their feet!

Inside the box, Tang Ye slowly performs step-overs, then suddenly runs toward the right post.

Gao Lin, meanwhile, draws the goalkeeper's attention in the center.

Tang Ye!

He tucks his left foot behind his right.

Slap!

A rainbow flick shot is unleashed.

Goal!

……

(End of Chapter)