Chapter 598: Arteta's Sigh

Arsenal launched a counterattack; on the screen, Rodri held his head in both hands, his expression grim.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Tang Ye shouted, immediately dragging Rodri back to defend.

"Boo!!!"

The Arsenal fans in the stands were already making their voices heard!

【What's wrong with Rodri today? Such a terrible performance.】

【You can judge a player's form within five minutes? You're even more impressive than the coach.】

【Arsenal really has a chance; it all depends on Aubameyang's performance now.】

【I feel the key lies with Xhaka and Martinez; if those two play well, Arsenal indeed has a chance.】

【There's still a chance; just wait until my Saint Teng unleashes his power and utterly crushes you in minutes.】

The 13th minute of the first half!

Judging by current possession statistics, the gap between both sides isn't large, with Manchester United holding a slight lead.

Aubameyang, Lacazette, and Pepe all pushed forward together!

Arsenal wanted to replicate the pressing tactics of Liwupu and Real Madrid; Tang Ye reacted quickly and immediately ran over.

"Pass, pass, pass!"

Slap!

De Ligt played a low pass to Tang Ye, who found himself marked tightly by Ceballos.

Screw you!

Bang!

The two collided; Tang Ye dragged the ball, spun around, and sprinted fiercely toward the Arsenal goal.

"Tang Ye!"

"What's happening!"

"Tang Ye, here he comes!"

"So fast! Incredible; Ceballos can't keep up at all!"

Slap!

【De Bruyne Curved Through Ball Lv6: Asking Questions Without Shame】

Feinting a cut to the left, he actually sent a through ball to Dembélé on the right.

The ball struck the open space between Niles and Dembélé, bounced up, and hopped right in front of Dembélé.

Dembélé lifted his right foot and fiercely stomped the ball down onto the ground.

Dembélé!

Dribbling all the way near the byline, Dembélé used his incredibly fast dribbling frequency to shield the ball at his feet.

The defending players naturally knew how dangerous the situation was; the defenders coordinated with the defensive midfielder to close in, preparing to restrict Dembélé's passing lanes.

Dembélé!

Lifting his right foot, he feinted before executing another nutmeg.

Using sheer skill to bypass the defender, he then played a cutback!

Possession went to McTominay supporting from behind; under Tang Ye's direction, McTominay then passed the ball to Martial.

"Here!"

Hearing the call, Martial gently pushed the ball backward, setting up a cannon for Tang Ye.

!

Ceballos reacted quickly, immediately charging up to prevent Tang Ye from shooting directly.

With no other choice, Tang Ye knocked the ball to the side with his left foot, cutting toward the right.

He pushed the ball forward, finding a suitable opening.

Slap!

【De Bruyne Far-Corner Curling Shot Lv5: Replication (Upper Limit)】

Proficiency: 0

He unleashed a curling shot; the ball soared toward the dead angle in the upper right corner.

Martinez!

He made a save attempt, but Martinez's reaction was still a fraction too slow.

"Goal!"

"Goal! Haha! Tang Ye!"

"Wow!"

Raising both hands, Wang Chao celebrated Manchester United's first goal together with the livestream audience.

"I feel Manchester United's combination play was excellent; what do you brothers think?"

"Average?"

"Average my ass! Can you call this average? Just tell me, could Courtois or Buffon save that far-corner shot?"

Running backward, Tang Ye urged his teammates to catch up quickly.

Together with Ziyech!

Bang!

Tang Ye collided with Ziyech, then turned to find the photographer by the sideline and beat his chest with his hand.

"Tom!"

"Tang Ye!"

Oh!

Suddenly remembering there were some fans present today, Tang Ye walked back below the stands and raised both hands toward the spectators.

"Wow!"

De Ligt hugged Tang Ye from behind.

Falling behind so suddenly was indeed a very uncomfortable thing for the Arsenal players.

Because according to statistics, in all matches this season where Manchester United took the lead, not a single one was lost.

Then Arsenal's pressure was immense, because if they wanted to win the championship, they had to break this zero-probability event.

The 28th minute!

Aubameyang at the byline!

Lacazette moved over; the two Arsenal strikers executed a crossing run near the byline, ending with Aubameyang cutting inside with the ball.

"Check it out, check it out! Far post!"

De Gea signaled his teammates to watch Pepe, while he himself positioned at the near post to block Aubameyang's shot.

Aubameyang lifted his foot!

Slap!

A feinted shot turned into a pass; Aubameyang delivered the ball to Pepe at the far post.

Boom!

A long-range strike blasted out, but Rodri, sitting on the ground, blocked it away.

Possession went to Ceballos!

It was a mid-range shot, but De Gea leaped and parried it away.

The rebound landed near the arc; Tang Ye and Xhaka prepared to contest the loose ball.

Tang Ye had the physical advantage, but his positioning wasn't as good as Xhaka's, so he still let the latter pass the ball out.

The shooter was still Aubameyang!

"!"

De Gea dove out, catching the ball with both hands, then slammed it fiercely onto the ground like a cat pouncing on a mouse, pressing it down with his chest.

"Awesome!!!"

"De Gea! Damn, haha!"

"De Gea has directly ascended to godhood today, brothers; I declare De Gea has achieved godhood in my book."

If Arsenal wanted to win, goalkeeper Martinez had to be in good form.

But from the current situation, the one in good form wasn't Arsenal's goalkeeper, but Manchester United's.

That made things very uncomfortable.

Arteta placed both hands in his jacket pockets, lips parted, upper teeth biting his lower lip.

From his expression, Arteta was engaged in high-intensity thinking.

He needed to devise a method, a suitable method, a method that could save the situation.

"Arsenal!"

"Arsenal!"

The chants of the Gunners fans in the stands weren't unified, but they all voiced their most genuine desire.

The only remaining chance to win the championship this season!

"We Arsenal are invincible!"

McTominay impersonated De Jong, driving straight forward with the ball.

"Hey!"

Hearing a teammate's voice ahead, McTominay passed to Martial, who then continued the advance.

With many defenders ahead, Martial dribbled for a while before gradually slowing down, preparing to wait for support from teammates behind him.

Holding stepped up to challenge; Martial nearly lost possession, fortunately Dembele was there to support.

Taking the ball, he feigned a pass to Tang Ye, but instead suddenly accelerated toward the penalty area!

"Oh!!!"

Tierney failed to stop Dembele immediately, which was extremely critical.

Just as Luiz prepared to mark him closely, Dembele suddenly dragged the ball back with his foot and passed it to Tang Ye behind him.

Slap!

Another long-range shot, striking the post precisely; after rebounding, it landed right in front of Dembele.

Boom!

"Goooo——aaaa——lllll!!!"

A header goal!

Ousmane Dembele!

"Haha!"

Tang Ye and Dembele pointed index fingers at each other; understanding each other wordlessly, they both ran toward the right corner flag, almost simultaneously performing knee slides.

Boom!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

3+3=6!

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye's long-range shot hit the post, Dembele scored with a header follow-up; in the FA Cup final, Manchester United leads 2:0.

"Nice, ah! We're feeling good now, brothers!"

"But I feel Arsenal still has a chance, since this is their final opportunity to win the championship. There must be a script for this match; Arsenal should score another goal in the second half."

"... Arsenal winning? That's impossible, brothers. I've already seen the script in advance. The script says Arsenal gets one chance, Manchester United should score again, or maybe not; the final score will be 2:1 or 3:1!"

Wang Chao showed the live-stream viewers one of his most skilled talents: predicting match outcomes.