Chapter 545: After the Master Returns, Osman Activates His Big [Plan]

"Liwupu is awesome!"

"Why is Salah sleepwalking?"

"Not bad, if Salah pushes a bit harder, Liwupu will win this easily."

"Then why don't you say if Ale pushes a bit harder, Manchester United will win easily?"

"Win against Manchester United? They're about to lose."

After the score reached 2:2, the comment section of Check Dongqiu Di was filled with identical bullet screens.

"The team ranked higher in the standings should defeat the team ranked lower," this quote comes from Mr. Erik Ten Hag, the famous Manchester United coach.

Because he was too arrogant before, the great Ten Hag is now suffering the backlash!

"Roar!!!"

The Liwupu players sent roars toward the Manchester United stands.

"Stop celebrating, stop celebrating!"

Klopp pulled Salah back, bringing Wijnaldum along with him.

"2:2! 2:2!"

Klopp and the players kept emphasizing the current score.

A draw was still decent for Liwupu, as with a draw they could still maintain their first-place position.

But Klopp was obviously not resigned to a draw; he hoped his players would summon the momentum for a comeback.

The legendary feat of conceding two goals only to chase down three!

"Liwupu and Manchester United are going back and forth now."

"Manchester United controlled the rhythm in the first half, but in the second half, that control has passed into Liwupu's hands."

"So, who do you think will claim the final victory today?"

"Haha, to be honest, objectively speaking, I think today might end in a draw."

Zhan Jun offered his viewpoint.

Playing up to this point, both Manchester United and Liwupu had largely figured out each other's tactics, making defense less difficult than in the first half.

Plus, having played into the second half, neither side's players had much stamina left...

Actually, there was another reason, but Zhan Jun didn't state it explicitly in the live broadcast room.

Many head-to-head clashes between strong teams in the Premier League end in draws!

This is empirical wisdom; sometimes you have to believe in this kind of metaphysics.

Time reached the 62nd minute of the second half!

Both teams now shared the same attitude: suppress the opponent to gain the advantage.

And in terms of ball possession, Liwupu was clearly a class above Manchester United.

Fabinho took possession.

He passed to Mane, who had just been substituted on.

Mane dribbled the ball forward.

"Oh!"

Liwupu was now playing with speed just like Manchester United!

Mane reacted quickly; when he accelerated, some Manchester United players hadn't even started retreating yet.

So this time, the defense rested solely on Wan-Bissaka.

This player had been spotted by Manchester United assistant coach Fan Fan Dejiahe.

Let's test his abilities!

Running back, Wan-Bissaka maintained a slight distance from Mane.

Compared to other full-backs, Wan-Bissaka's defensive style was quite special.

He needed to maintain this distance to fully utilize his strengths.

Get ready!

Using his momentum, Wan-Bissaka slid to the ground, planting his left leg underneath while swinging out his right leg.

Bang!

"Beautiful!"

"What a clean tackle and interception!"

Just as Liwupu's attack was about to develop, Wan-Bissaka kicked the ball away with a single strike.

It is worth mentioning that this was Wan-Bissaka's third successful tackle of the match.

"Haha!"

On his way running back, Tang Ye felt somewhat excited.

He rarely encountered a defensive player more skilled at winning the ball than himself.

Bissaka is too amazing!

"Boooo!!!"

Amidst the boos, Robertson threw the ball in.

Wijnaldum and Rodri fought for possession, but Rodri came out on top, securing the ball.

Controlling the ball and turning, Rodri sprinted away immediately.

"Here!"

Tang Ye directly demanded the ball, then knocked it to Luke Shaw on the left wing.

Luke Shaw stopped the ball and dribbled forward one step.

Slap!

A long pass sends the ball to the front field, targeting Rashford.

Per Tang Ye's request, Rashford is not positioned so far forward now, so after receiving the ball he still needs to run a long distance to reach the byline.

But this is no major problem, because Rashford already has a plan for what comes next.

First, gradually build up to his maximum speed...

"Here!"

Dembélé raises his hand, calling for the ball.

Slap!

A long switching pass from Rashford.

"Shit!"

The pass isn't very accurate; Dembélé curses and quickly runs toward the landing spot.

Colliding with a Liwupu defender, Dembélé nearly falls, but fortunately manages to control the ball in the end.

The defender tries to steal the ball, so Dembélé immediately passes back.

To De Jong!

De Jong handles it extremely calmly; after controlling the ball at his feet, he stops right on the spot.

"Don't pass yet!"

Tang Ye's voice comes from beside him, and the latter quickly runs toward Dembélé.

Tang Ye and Dembélé arrive near the byline simultaneously; now Robertson is under immense pressure.

After a simple touch, De Jong knows he can make the pass now.

Bang!

A driven pass along the ground goes straight to Dembélé!

"Wow!"

De Jong's pass is extremely technical; one can feel this just from the reaction of the spectators.

Dembélé controls the ball with his right foot, takes a few simple touches, then shifts from right foot to left as he closes in on Robertson.

Raising both hands, Dembélé does his best to stabilize his center of gravity.

Slap!

With a sudden small move, Dembélé knocks the ball through between Robertson's legs.

"Wow!!!!"

A nutmeg from Dembélé!

Dembélé cuts diagonally toward the penalty area.

Fan Daike and Matip retreat together, ready at any moment to defend against a shot.

Alternating fast and slow rhythms without stopping, Dembélé successfully enters the Liwupu penalty area.

Moving any further forward is not allowed by Fan Daike, so Dembélé lifts his left leg.

!

It looks like a shot, but in reality Dembélé lays the ball back to Tang Ye, who is making a run from behind.

This is a decision no one expected.

"Make way!"

Tang Ye shouts, and Dembélé jumps up on the spot.

Tang Ye!

Slap!

A toe-poke with the left foot sends the ball rolling across the grass beneath Dembélé, slipping past the gaze of Fan Daike and Alisson into the goal.

Goal!

"Gooo——aaaa——lllll!!!"

"Tang Ye!"

"This is a perfectly executed combination, a link-up between Tang Ye and Dembélé."

"3:2!"

This match is full of elements; besides Dembélé, Tang Ye has also scored his first goal of the season.

"Ahhh!!!"

Roaring, Tang Ye runs toward the corner flag together with Dembélé.

"Ousmane!"

Calling out Dembélé's name, Tang Ye gets ready.

Bang!

Tang Ye and Dembélé show great chemistry, sliding on their knees almost simultaneously, and their sliding speeds are nearly identical.

The only difference: Tom has one more stripe than Ousmane!

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Dembélé breaks into the penalty area and lays the ball back; Tang Ye scores with a precise toe-poke, Manchester United 3:2.

Although Liwupu equalized the score a few minutes ago, Manchester United quickly regained the advantage.

"Oh my god."

"Dembélé already has one goal and one assist today."

The commentator exclaims.

This season, Dembélé has been involved in three goals in the Premier League.

This match alone accounted for two of them.

What... what is going on?

"Fuck!" Rodri spread his arms, then embraced Dembélé.

He was now somewhat suspicious: before Tang Ye returned, was Dembélé playing on a smurf account against them?

Now that Tang Ye was back, he had switched to his main account.

Bro, are you afraid of dropping rank in competitive play if you queue up on your main account without a carry?

Clap!

Dembélé and Rodri high-fived, then he embraced De Jong.

As the goal scorer, Tang Ye had already vanished; he was gesturing toward the stands.

Three fingers on his left hand, two on his right.

This represented not only the goal tally for both sides in this match, but also GG Master's Five Finger Mountain!

The Master has returned to Old Trafford!

"Tom!"

"Tang Ye! Tang Ye! Tang Ye!"

After conceding the third goal, the Liwupu players exchanged few words, all hanging their heads and sighing.

They didn't communicate because they felt their defense hadn't faltered just now.

Then why had they conceded?

Because Manchester United got lucky; the coordination between Dembélé and Tang Ye was too bizarre.

With the score at 3-2, the clock entered the 70th minute, and Liwupu fans were growing increasingly anxious.

Meanwhile, at least half of the Manchester United supporters in the stands had already begun celebrating early, waving flags proclaiming them league leaders.

Bottom left corner of the television screen.

2019-20 Premier League Table (if the score holds until full time):

1. Manchester United, 25 points.

2. Liwupu, 24 points.

Regardless of how the other teams ranked further down, if Liwupu lost this match, their situation would look far from optimistic.

"Looking at the previous two seasons, winning the Premier League title now basically requires at least 95 points,"

the commentators suddenly turned to the league table: "And if you want to accumulate that many points, every single point becomes crucial."

"We said last season Manchester United caught up in the second half and ultimately racked up 103 points, but you can't expect your own team to replicate last season's Manchester United; heck, even this season's Manchester United might not manage it..."

"True, 103 points is indeed a bit excessive. But no worries, because we see Liwupu's situation improving."

Zhan Jun always stuck to his draw philosophy.

And indeed, the current situation reflected exactly that.

Klopp's in-game adjustments were formidable; he had made numerous changes targeting Manchester United's second-half characteristics.

"This set piece... Fabinho and Robertson."

Thwack!

Robertson curled a free kick straight at the Manchester United goal, but De Gea punched it away.

Perfect!

Liwupu failed to capitalize on their scoring chance; next, they would have to endure the pain.

"Tang Ye! Tang Ye!"

Someone was shouting Tang Ye's name, but it wasn't the Manchester United players; it was the Liwupu players calling out.

Arnold ignored everything else and sprinted toward Tang Ye.

Tang Ye executed a silky turn, shaking Arnold off instantly.

De Gea threw the ball out to De Jong.

Manchester United's counterattack was about to begin.

"De Jong..."

"To Tang Ye!"

"De Jong didn't choose to dribble himself; perhaps at this stage he truly couldn't run anymore."

Thwack!

He passed to Tang Ye.

He dribbled forward himself!

Since this was the first match of the new season, Tang Ye was now brimming with passion.

Upper body twisted, core tightened, Tang Ye delivered the pass.

Thwack!

A low through-ball, aimed directly at Liwupu's defensive third.

Tang Ye's pass successfully bypassed Wijnaldum.

It arrived at Dembélé's feet!

!!!

Wijnaldum tried to chase back.

But Dembélé's speed was undeniable; if he couldn't stop him immediately, there would be no chance later.

Slowly approaching the penalty area...

Feinting a shot, he actually passed the ball from his left foot to his right; Dembélé successfully knocked Alisson off his feet.

Now was the time.

Boom!

With a gentle tap-in, Dembélé once again breached the Liwupu goal.

"Gooo——aaaa——lllll!!!!"

Goal!

Dembélé's brace!

You thought after 3:2 came 3:3?

No, after 3:2 comes 4:2!

Dembélé sprinted out with arms spread; while running, he noticed a camera pointed at him, so he extended his right index finger toward the lens.

This was not all.

Continuing forward, Dembélé accelerated for another stretch.

Boom!

Covering his ears with both hands, the French striker delivered his second knee-slide celebration of the day at Old Trafford.

【????】

【Dembélé, what the hell are you doing?】

【No way, these two bipeds teamed up and directly awakened】

【While fans mocked Ten Hag's chemistry theory, Manchester United was already leading Liwupu 4:2】

【Can I say this goal had little to do with Dembélé? Wouldn't Ye He have scored just the same?】

"Ousmane!"

Tang Ye leaped onto Dembélé.

In the replay, Ten Hag raised both hands, expressing his excitement over Dembélé's goal.

This 110-million-euro signing had subjected Ten Hag to too much criticism.

The good news was that this guy Dembélé operated on two accounts.

When you criticized his alt account for being weak, he would switch to his main account.

"Tom."

Dembélé pressed his palms together, then bent forward with both hands extended, thanking Tang Ye for delivering that through-ball.

Of course, this was actually unnecessary.

A master never cares about such trivial matters.

Boom!

Tang Ye hugged Dembélé, their chests colliding.

Dembélé told Tang Ye not to squeeze so hard during the hug, while Tang Ye told Dembélé to be louder during celebrations.

"..."

Amid the boos from Manchester United fans, Klopp returned dejectedly to the bench.

He knew Liwupu had no chance left in this match.

"Beep, beep-beep——!!!"

"Huff..."

The final whistle blew; Tang Ye slowly squatted on the ground, touched the grass before him, then looked up to find Dembélé squatting as well.

"Haha!"

"Tom!"

De Jong pulled Tang Ye up from the ground.

"You can really run, Frenkie."

Tang Ye was surprised, because he felt De Jong's running distance last season hadn't been this exaggerated.

Roughly estimating, the Dutchman had run at least 13 km in this match.

"That's just the tactic."

De Jong smiled bitterly.

Back when he was preparing to join Manchester United, he had talked with Ten Hag for a long time.

At that time, Ten Hag had said that if he came to Manchester United, his running distance would be somewhat greater than at Barcelona.

But only after playing a season at Manchester United did De Jong realize he had actually been misled by Ten Hag.

The increase was not just "somewhat."

Manchester United's tactics made absurd demands on their midfielders!

"As long as we win, it's fine."

Tang Ye and De Jong high-fived.

"Tang Ye! Tang Ye!"

As Tang Ye walked toward the sideline, tens of thousands of Manchester United fans in the stands chanted his name together.

That familiar feeling had returned.

"Champion!"

"Champion, champion!"

"Oh, I forgot."

The fans' shouting made Tang Ye suddenly stop in place; looking at De Jong beside him, he said, "If I remember correctly, we are... now first in the Premier League, haha."

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Check Dongqiu Di Match Report: In the Manchester Derby, Manchester United defeated Liwupu 4:2 at home; after the ninth round, they topped the standings. Tang Ye, in his comeback debut, recorded one goal and two assists, while Dembélé scored twice, reminiscent of his Dortmund days (99,525 comments).

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