Chapter 707: The Players on the Field Are All Confused

Baidu Hot Search No. 1: Tang Ye leads the National Team against Manchester United.

National Team vs Manchester United, the gap in strength seems very large at first glance.

But!

The National Team has Tang Ye leading the squad, so if you think carefully, you will realize...

Well, actually the gap is still very large.

To use Tang Ye's own words, football is a sport for eleven people.

Overwhelming B. Fe in a direct matchup is one thing, but it's student ggbond; how do you make up for the gap in the other ten positions?

If Tang Ye were a student, he would be being questioned by a school teacher right now.

Even if Tang Ye were a Master of Mathematics plus a Master of Economics plus a Master of Football, it would be useless.

He has no way to answer this question!

"Actually, um... I feel the Chinese team still has some hope in this match; not hope of winning, I mean hope of finding some attacking opportunities."

Zhan Jun spoke, sounding a bit afraid of being cyber-bullied.

"Let's talk about this Manchester United team; their players in some positions are still very unreliable!"

"Eh, right!"

He Wei looked at Zhan Jun beside him and teased, "What we need to do now is wait for a super, super, super huge mistake from a Manchester United player; that will be the Chinese team's chance!"

"Oh, just mentioned a mistake, and now a mistake has arrived!"

"Dembele's pass is very abstract; he directly gave the ball to Wu Xi!"

Wu Xi!

Dembele's pass rolled in a small arc to his own front; Wu Xi slowed down and took the ball steadily.

"Don't stop!"

As soon as Wu Xi stopped the ball, Tang Ye's voice immediately came through.

Wu Xi's speed in transitioning to a forward run after taking the ball was too slow; in Tang Ye's view, this was an act that disrupted the attacking rhythm.

Pressured by Tang Ye, Wu Xi quickly raised his speed and strode forward to push the ball into the front field.

"Okok!"

Tang Ye accelerated to Wu Xi's left front, saw De Jong's position, then reached out to Wu Xi: "Give it to me!"

Receiving the pass from a teammate, Tang Ye gently pulled and turned his body, creating a one-on-one duel situation with De Jong.

"This is a good opportunity... Tang Ye has good ball control; let's see how he plans to handle this ball!"

"Oh! He still chooses to play it steady! Tang Ye, tsk!"

Although Tang Ye has good ball control, even Tang Ye cannot guarantee he will definitely beat De Jong in a one-on-one.

Although the fans in the stands were shouting ggbond's name, ggbond was not in a hurry to show off.

Zhan Jun's "tsk" was an acknowledgment of Tang Ye.

Playing so maturely!

This is what it means to be a Master!

Executing a one-two pass, Tang Ye got the ball behind De Jong.

"Take a look!"

De Jong pointed at Tang Ye, signaling for De Ligt to come up.

However, the Manchester United defender did not listen to his teammate's suggestion because he had a premonition.

Tom should be shooting!

His left leg swung out, and Tang Ye directly unleashed a shot towards the goal.

"Wow!!!"

Bang!

Tang Ye's shot hit De Ligt's head.

"Oh!!!"

Beep beep beep beep beep beep!

"Damn!"

The shot was blocked out; Tang Ye shook his hand.

The gap in strength is too large; Tang Ye's plan was to score a goal early in the match while the opponent wasn't paying attention, so the pressure would be much less.

But his intention to shoot seemed a bit too obvious!

"Tang Ye! Go for it!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Tang Qiuwang!!!"

Ten Hag strolled in front of the substitute bench, glancing occasionally towards the Chinese team's substitute bench.

By a chance spider-sense, Ten Hag and Li Tie locked eyes.

"..."

After nodding in greeting and turning his head back, Ten Hag didn't know why he felt a bit uneasy.

This Chinese person who likes blowing air on his hair.

Buddy, can't you step up a bit?

If you could step up a bit, that guy Escrivà wouldn't have become the Chinese team's head coach!

Bang!

"Beautiful! Zhang Zhang Xizhe!"

"A absolutely perfect tackle!"

"Jiang Guangtai is surging up from behind!"

"Manchester United's performance today is somewhat unsatisfactory; they've already conceded two attacking opportunities to the Chinese team right from the kickoff!"

Phoenix Mountain Stadium erupted in screams as Jiang Guangtai, rushing up to support, received Zhang Zhang Xizhe's through pass, while simultaneously, players in other positions for the Chinese team were sprinting forward.

Jiang Guangtai began to slow down!

Switching to his preferred foot!

Smack!

A long pass delivered, targeting Wang Wang Shenchao making a run down the right flank toward the byline!

"Go!"

Tang Ye shouted loudly; receiving the instruction, Wu Xi quickly moved toward Wang Wang Shenchao's direction.

A cutback!

Smack!

Wu Xi rushed over to support, but the one who actually received the pass was Tang Ye.

Manchester United's highly deceptive cutback strategy rendered the defensive line composed of Rodri and Bruno Fernandes completely useless.

Facing the pass charging toward him, Tang Ye jumped up on the spot.

Thud!

A heel flick!

Inside the penalty area!

Zhang Zhang Yuning!

!!!

Zhang Zhang Yuning collided with Martinez.

He hadn't expected Martinez's physical confrontation to be so strong; Zhang Zhang Yuning nearly lost the battle.

Fortunately, he managed to gain control of the ball in the end!

Zhang Zhang Yuning!

Thud!

Zhang Zhang Yuning's shot landed straight into Heaton's arms.

"Ah!!!"

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Seeing the shot fail to go in, Zhang Zhang Yuning lowered his head in frustration inside the penalty area.

【Damn it, Heaton, why do you have to be so broad? Blocking my Champions League-winning shot! Isn't a mixed Champions League title still a Champions League title!】

【Actually, Tang Ye could have shot directly, but he probably wouldn't have scored anyway; his body wouldn't have been able to adjust in time.】

【The gap in strength is just too huge... Rodri letting them off easy like that cracks me up; he still wants to pretend he's trying hard.】

【Go Tang Ye! We're counting on you; today we will witness the miracle of 1v11!】

No one knew which bro posted the keyword "1v11" in the comments section, but soon the poster bullet screen was overrun with content related to "1v11".

It was a bit too exaggerated, of course; everyone was just joking.

The fans were joking.

But Tang Ye genuinely believed he could do it!

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

Shouting a few times, then clapping his hands with force.

As captain, Tang Ye naturally had to rally the team's momentum.

"Be bold, it's fine! Even if you make a mistake, it's fine!"

The 21st minute!

After taking a beating, the Manchester United players became slightly more serious.

The effect was obvious; De Jong drove forward, dribbling past both Tang Ye and Wu Xi in succession, successfully reaching the Chinese team's half.

Smack!

A through pass delivered, targeting Dembélé making a forward run!

"Wow!!!"

Showing no mercy to Wang Wang Shenchao, Dembélé accelerated and muscled past the Chinese team's full-back.

Realizing the situation was wrong, Jiang Guangtai came out of the penalty area and then went back in.

He needed to maintain a certain distance from Dembélé to prevent the French striker from easily dribbling past him.

And this remaining distance gave Dembélé room to operate.

Dembélé glanced toward the center.

He didn't speak, but his teammates already understood his intention.

"Dembélé... changing direction toward the byline!"

"Let's see Jiang Guangtai's one-on-one defense; Wang Wang Shenchao has already tracked back, so Dembélé needs to make a choice quickly!"

"He could take a zero-angle shot!"

"Eh! A cutback!"

A cutback pass delivered to Bruno Fernandes in the center.

We're done for!

Tang Ye sprinted over quickly, but it was already too late.

Fei gently chipped the ball into the penalty area, and Haller headed it into the goal.

Goal!

"24th minute of the first half, Sébastien Haller!"

"Manchester United scores first!"

The score became 1:0, and Yan Yan Junling stood on the goal line, utterly dejected.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Yu Yu Dabao hugged Yan Yan Junling's head and gently kissed the latter's hair.

"Come on!"

"Go, Team China!"

"Yan Yan Junling!"

"Tang Tang Qiuwang, keep it up!"

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom boom!

A 0:1 score, with the opponent scoring first.

It might look somewhat unfavorable, but in reality, Chinese fans had anticipated this result.

For Team China, as long as they don't lose 0:5, it actually counts as a success.