Chapter 511: Sarri Abandons the Foolish Idea of Defeating Manchester United Because

【Chelsea is about to rise; Manchester United's third-place spot is in jeopardy.】

【This is the FA Cup; what does it have to do with my Premier League?】

【Hazard is truly fierce, damn it; Real Madrid, hurry up and make a move, I can't wait to see Hazard crush Messi.】

【What do you say, should Manchester United let go of the FA Cup and focus on the league?】

Except for the bean warriors who bought a Manchester United outright win, other fans remained relatively calm.

After all, they were playing the FA Cup, not the Premier League.

For Manchester United fans, losing the chance to win the FA Cup was acceptable.

Because that was something they had already won last year.

But the Premier League title absolutely could not be let go.

Manchester United fans hadn't seen this thing in nearly ten years!

Boom!

De Jong launched a long pass, directly lofting the ball to Rashford.

The Manchester United players on the field began moving toward Rashford's position!

Rodri wanted to provide support, but Tang Ye stopped him.

"I'll take it!"

Tang Ye ran past Rodri, shifting to the left flank.

Rashford first dribbled the ball down the line himself.

Here it comes!

Sensing Rashford's intention to pass back, Tang Ye quickly turned his head to assess the situation in the penalty area.

"Here!"

Rashford passed back to him; Tang Ye, without looking at the ball, crossed directly with his left foot.

This was a 22.5-degree cross; Tang Ye simultaneously gained proficiency in both 【45-Degree Cross】 and 【Down-the-Line Cross】.

Inside the box!

Sébastien Haller!

Boom!

A header smashed out, but Goalkeeper Kepa blocked it with his hands!

Alonso took possession, but Ye He stole the ball.

Ye He prepared to take a shot from an extreme angle.

"Don't shoot!"

Tang Ye shouted, signaling for Ye He to pass back to Valencia.

Valencia dribbled forward, adjusting two steps.

Snap!

A through-ball was sent directly to Tang Ye's feet!

Pulling the ball and turning, he immediately followed with a shot.

"Goal!"

"Tang Ye!"

Jumping up and throwing an uppercut, Tang Ye moved in front of the Chelsea fans.

"Brothers, I told you, it doesn't matter if Chelsea takes the lead; that man will step up at the critical moment."

In the 26th minute of the match, thanks to a goal by Tang Ye, Manchester United successfully equalized the score.

Sarri's expression had just been quite good, but suddenly worsened after the goal was conceded.

However, they could still hold on for a bit.

"Drop back a little; we're attacking down the right flank!"

Sarri shouted.

Chelsea's form today was fairly decent; if they played seriously, there was still a chance.

Maybe they could take down Manchester United; then, swapping the FA Cup title for fourth place in the Premier League, wouldn't this season be a direct ascent to heaven?

"It's been 30 minutes now, brothers; two corner kicks, so there's no hope for a high corner count in this match; those who bet on high corners can just go to sleep."

"Manchester United has low possession... it doesn't matter; this really doesn't matter, okay; possession is only one aspect; don't look at Chelsea having over 70%, the stats look luxurious, but in reality, the number of shots isn't much different from Manchester United's."

"Here it comes, here it comes!"

"Tang Tang Qiuwang, beautiful!"

De Jong completed a tackle against Kovačić.

This defensive play actually had nothing to do with Tang Ye, but De Jong was, after all, one of Tang Ye's little brothers.

A little brother's merit should be credited to the big brother; this is basic logic.

Not rushing to pass to a teammate, De Jong advanced a distance on his own after completing the tackle.

Assessing the situation...

Tang Ye was being heavily marked by Kanté and Jorginho.

Hiss!

De Jong had originally not planned to pass to Tang Ye, but the situation changed; Tang Ye disrupted the rhythm with erratic runs, successfully finding a temporary gap.

De Jong seized the opportunity!

Passing the ball over!

Tang Ye jumped up, using his heel to knock the ball behind him.

Bang!

The ball slipped through the gap between Kante and Jorginho.

It looked like there was no threat, yet somehow Rodri appeared in that position.

"Wow!!!"

The situation suddenly became urgent.

Bang!

Rodri played a through ball to Rashford, who strode forward with long steps.

He flicked it with his right foot.

Pa!

A curled shot flew out, landing precisely in the dead corner at the top right of the goal.

Goal!

That was an assist from Rodri, resulting in a goal from Marcus Rashford!

"Manchester United is playing too fast."

"Haha, exactly. I said during the live stream earlier that Manchester United's style is to attack like ghosts; you never know when a forward or midfielder will take a shot."

"Let's watch the replay."

With the score at 2-1 establishing a temporary advantage, Wang Chao and the live stream audience watched the replay together.

It started with De Jong dribbling forward.

"Why did Rodri run so far forward?"

"Oh!"

"Mystery solved, brothers. Before Tang Ye ran into the open space, he gave Rodri a signal, and then Rodri moved up."

Many viewers, including Wang Chao, felt that this Manchester United attack relied on luck.

Actually, that was not entirely the case.

In a place many people failed to notice, a small hand was silently manipulating everything.

That hand was!

"Wow!"

Tang Ye raised his right hand, responding to the middle fingers from the Chelsea fans in the stands with his own middle finger.

Little Chelsea fans.

Quite a temper!

Arriving at the 37th minute.

Chelsea's corner kick tactic succeeded, nearly threatening the Manchester United goal.

Fortunately, De Gea was up to the task, completing the clearance with a last-ditch save.

"Go, go, go!"

The counterattack began; De Gea quickly stood up, hugged the ball, and ran forward.

He threw the ball to Rodri!

Rodri turned and advanced, immediately searching for Tang Ye's figure.

Tomtomtom...

?

Rodri realized that in just a few seconds, Tang Ye had already slipped into the opponent's half.

There was no surprise, only gratitude.

Big Brother trusted his little brother so much!

Rodri dribbled forward, constantly keeping an eye on Tang Ye's position.

Since the center was being closely marked, Tang Ye went directly to the right flank to seek an opportunity.

The master was still too subtle; if the opposing defenders followed him to the wing, the defense in the center would be left exposed.

"Tang Tang Qiuwang's position is now very advanced..."

"Rodri!"

"Should he pass to Tang Ye?"

Many people thought Rodri would choose to pass to Tang Ye, but Rodri took an unconventional path, sending a long ball to find Luke Shaw making a run on the left flank.

Luke Shaw controlled the ball!

He controlled it extremely well.

Luke Shaw dribbled with the outside of his foot toward the edge of the penalty arc.

Luke Shaw deliberately slowed his pace to wait for other teammates to support.

"Hey!"

Tang Ye suddenly cut inside while extending his hand.

Luke Shaw directly set up the ball for Tang Ye.

Everyone knows about Ggbond's ability to curl shots!

Goalkeeper Kepa had even started moving in advance!

Pa!

He feinted with his left foot and pulled the ball onto his right.

And then.

"Come on!"

The high ball was lofted into the penalty area, and Allé turned sideways to head it in.

Goal!

"Damn, Tang Tang Qiuwang is awesome!!!"

"3:1!"

Although Chelsea scored first, Manchester United quickly regained control of the match.

Now, not only had they regained control, but the away team had even formed an overall suppression of the home side!

"Seba!"

Tang Ye jumped onto Allé.

"xuuu!!!"

"Trash!!!"

"Fuck your Manchester United!"

"Get lost!"

Having conceded three goals in quick succession, the Chelsea fans were finding it hard to bear.

"Haha!"

Tang Ye paid no attention to the opposing fans, celebrating on his own.

"Come on, come on!"

"FA Cup champions!"

The score stood at 3:1 as halftime arrived; the Chelsea fans' mood wasn't great, but at least they weren't as furious as before.

They needed to encourage their own players!

"Blue is the colour, football is the game! (Hey, blue, our dream; football, our sport!)"

"We're all together, and winning is our aim! (United as one, victory is our goal!)"

"So cheer us on through the sun and rain! (Whether the sun shines bright or the rain falls ceaseless, please keep cheering for us!)"

"..."

During halftime, the Chelsea fans sang a full three songs.

The fans were enthusiastic, and their message was simple.

Even though they were two goals down, Chelsea would not give up.

The second half began, and Ten Hag substituted Amrabat for Rodri.

"Ten Hag's substitution..."

"Brothers, Manchester United is preparing for the double red derby."

"Hey, Ten Hag is so confident; with a two-goal lead, Manchester United just can't lose, right?"

Directly substituting off the starting defensive midfielder and bringing on Amrabat, who had just transferred in during the winter window, Ten Hag's move was truly showing off.

Sarri had already prepared to give up, but Ten Hag's substitution hooked him right back in.

Should they continue trying to equalize...

Or just rot and prepare for the league?

Driven by an intense desire to defeat Manchester United, Sarri ultimately decided to have his team hold on a little longer.

The camera cut to Hazard on the pitch.

The Belgian king, one of the most valuable forwards in the Premier League!

Clap clap!

Passing back and forth between his feet, Hazard drove directly into the penalty area from outside the arc.

A perfect dribble.

Plus a perfect shooting angle!

Bang!

Hazard took a push shot, but De Gea, diving to the ground, blocked it directly.

Smalling made an operational error, giving the ball to Kanté.

A long-range shot was unleashed!

Slap!

But De Gea saved it again.

"De Gea, a war god!"

Wang Chao began praising loudly, while De Gea had already started scolding the defenders.

"Clear it out!"

"Why try to control the ball? They were standing right next to you. You should have checked your positioning beforehand!"

The scolding was quite fierce, but Smalling did not talk back.

Because he knew he was the one in the wrong.

Sarri was still lamenting the missed shots by Hazard and Kanté.

Next door, Ten Hag...

"When we play against Liwupu, there absolutely cannot be mistakes like this, otherwise we definitely won't win."

As Ten Hag spoke, Fan Fan Dejiahe recorded the key points mentioned by Ten Hag on the computer.

Good lord, holding a 3:1 advantage, the Manchester United coaching staff should be starting to study their opponent for the next match!

The 62nd minute!

Tang Ye received Rashford's through pass, running to the left flank near the byline.

Slap!

With his left foot he hooked the ball, executing a Cruyff turn immediately.

Then came the cross!

It was a high ball, targeted at Valencia making a run up the right flank.

He stretched out his foot to control the ball.

After a quick adjustment, Valencia unleashed a long-range shot.

A long-range goal from the Manchester United captain.

But!

"Beep!!!"

The referee blew the whistle.

Rashford was already offside when he played the through pass to Tang Ye.

Therefore, Valencia's goal was disallowed.

"Damn it."

"This fucking referee."

"What do you say, Tang Tang Qiuwang, should we send him five dollars? Even I, a neutral fan, can't stand watching this."

【"The streamer is playing with my Tang Tang Qiuwang meme, does he want to live?"】

【"'Neutral fan'? Loyalty!"】

【"That ball was indeed offside; there's no denying it, okay?"】

【"You upstairs don't understand anything; this streamer is a Tang Ye simp."】

【"What's wrong with that? I am one too."】

【"..."】

At the 65th minute, the score on the field remained 3:1; Sarri knew he had to abandon this match.

"..."

"Hmm! A substitution for Chelsea; Hazard and Kante are both coming off."

"They're not even playing seriously anymore, okay; why make substitutions?"

This substitution by Chelsea was no different from surrendering; the fans in the stands were extremely dejected.

Then, on the Manchester United side.

Between the 65th and 70th minutes, Manchester United created two excellent attacking opportunities, but Tang Ye's long-range shot flew wide and Ale's header hit the post, neither resulting in a goal.

By the 72nd minute, Ten Hag also began his substitutions.

Tang Ye and Rashford were both substituted off.

"Holy crap, brothers, Tang Ye is coming off!"

"The match is over; ending the stream, ending the stream."

【"The streamer has left."】

【"Recommended livestream room..."】

Brother Chao was not joking with the viewers in the livestream room; his decision to end the stream was serious.

To be honest, it was indeed getting a bit late; a match starting at 3 AM would likely last until nearly 5 AM.

Since Manchester United was 100% going to win, they might as well just go to sleep.

See you tomorrow, ggbond!

Check Dongqiu Di match report: FA Cup, Manchester United defeats Liwupu 3:1 to advance to the next round; Tang Ye scores to equalize, Manchester United chases back with three goals in the first half. (28,231 comments)

Having successfully advanced to the FA Cup quarter-finals, Manchester United has completed half of their monthly objective.

"There's still one more mission!"

While Tang Ye and Lin Lin Jiade were dancing, Valencia held up one finger and shouted, "We still have one objective left to complete."

"Oh, right!"

Tang Ye raised Lin Lin Jiade's right hand: "We still need to win two more matches!"

"No, no, no, not that; that's not what I'm talking about."

Valencia corrected him: "There are two matches, but the objective is one."

The Manchester United captain was speaking in riddles.

Tang Ye frowned.

"That thing, just that thing!"

Rodri stood up, using gestures and words to hint, gradually guiding Tang Ye.

"Red!"

"Oh!!!"

Tang Ye opened his mouth wide: "We need to take down Liwupu, is... is it like this?"

"Nice!"

Rodri raised both hands: "That's exactly it."

"Haha, too simple; I knew it was this immediately."

Tang Ye walked back to his seat and said to Valencia, "I know we have a grudge against Liwupu, so we must defeat them and then take second place."

"Of course, even if Liwupu had no grudge against us, we would still have to win, because their ranking is higher than ours."

Liwupu is very strong, a viewpoint that Tang Ye and the other Manchester United players have always held.

But then again.

Strong is strong, but if you leapfrog Manchester United in the rankings, that is your fault.

……

Check Dongqiu Di Hot Discussion: Securing three consecutive victories, Manchester United remains undefeated since the Asian Cup; is the Red Derby on February 24th gearing up?

Fans on Check Dongqiu Di specifically studied the current Premier League standings, as well as the match statistics between Manchester United and Liwupu.

The conclusion is this: Manchester United's win rate against Liwupu is approximately 50%.

Neither side can gain an advantage over the other.

But if Manchester United wins this match, they will directly push Liwupu down to third place.

If Liwupu wins, then Manchester United will fall behind the first-tier title contenders, Mancheng and Liwupu.

Clearly, this is a match that neither side can afford to lose.

Two days after concluding the match against Chelsea, The Sun discovered that Tang Ye had liked a fan's tweet.

This Manchester United fan had posted a photo on their account.

The red little devil representing Manchester United was using the evil trident in his hand to stab the buttocks of a red bird.

The red bird represents Liwupu.

……

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