Chapter 721: Zhang Zhang Yuning's Pivot Role, the UAE Steals Techniques from the Premier League

"What's going on with Ai Sheng?"

"Hahahaha!"

"I told you we'd win easily; what head does the UAE have to kick us with?"

"Didn't they say the Deputy Emir went to the locker room to find Tang Ye? Why didn't he use petrodollars to bribe GGBond?"

The homepage bullet screen was uniformly filled with "Awesome" and "Great," and Chinese fans, holding a one-goal advantage, were also celebrating online.

With 300 million against 10 million, this is exactly how it should be played!

"Be more cautious!"

After the celebration ended, Escrivá grabbed the Chinese players and emphasized matters for the rest of the match: "Get tense, stay tense!"

"They aren't playing badly; we could be equalized at any moment!" (English)

Escrivá spoke so loudly that even the UAE head coach next door could hear him.

"..."

Regarding Escrivá's words, the UAE coach appeared somewhat speechless.

At 0-0, the pressure was immense.

Now leading 1-0, the pressure had instead become even greater.

What is this Chinese coach up to?

"..."

Time reached the 30-minute mark.

Currently, the Chinese team had gained an advantage in possession, and the very issue Escrivá had previously worried about was now exposing itself.

The Chinese team's paper strength was definitely superior to the UAE's, but their lead in possession rate was not as significant as imagined.

"Eh, this is exactly what we mentioned earlier, hehe, the problem of squad coordination."

Tactics were Zhang Lu's professional domain, and in his area of expertise, he had to say a few more words: "Actually, if we look at it, these kids on the Chinese team, their individual abilities aren't bad, but they should be producing better coordination, yet they aren't. This is the problem the Chinese team needs to solve right now."

"Coordination between players on the field is like communicating via walkie-talkies; you must be on the same frequency to hear clearly what others are saying."

Being on the same frequency was what Zhang Lu believed should be the Chinese team's objective moving forward.

Moreover, this was not solely the Chinese team's problem; almost all national teams suffered from players being unable to fully synchronize (because national team training camps were generally short).

However, this issue was particularly pronounced with the Chinese team because the gap in ability between players in various positions within this squad was simply too large.

The 37th minute!

"Go straight!"

A coordination error occurred; Tang Ye shouted, but Zhang Zhang Linpeng, making an overlapping run, failed to seize the opportunity.

Pass back to Tang Ye!

He wanted Wei Wei Shihao to come over and support, but Wei Wei Shihao didn't arrive in time.

Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, Tang Ye thought for a moment and decided to abandon the pass, choosing to take it himself instead.

A feint to shake the defender, pretending to look for a teammate to combine with; just as Salmin shifted his center of gravity, Tang Ye immediately knocked the ball forward and accelerated.

Charging into the penalty area!

Bang!

Colliding with Abbas, the UAE defender staggered a few steps but forcibly held his ground.

But he had completely lost his original positional advantage and was now utterly unable to cause any disruption to Tang Ye.

Getting inside!

Bang!

Hassayef rushed out.

Damn!

Tang Ye was startled, quickly jumping up, preparing to attempt a chip shot.

But before Tang Ye could complete his shot, he was already knocked down by Hassayef.

"Fuck!"

Hitting the ground, Tang Ye rolled one and a half times on the grass, clutching his ankle with both hands.

"Hey!"

"Your mother!"

Seeing Tang Ye's pained expression, the Chinese players on the field were startled and immediately rushed over to give Hassayef trouble.

"That's a foul!"

Zhang Zhang Linpeng was relatively calm, choosing to approach the referee first: "Red card! Red card!"

Pointing first at Hassayef inside the box, then at Tang Ye lying on the grass wailing, Zhang Zhang Linpeng wanted to emphasize the severity of the incident to the referee.

"Beep!!!"

Referee Tantashov entered the penalty area, showed a yellow card to Hassayef, and awarded a penalty kick to the Chinese team.

Not a red card.

But there was a penalty, so actually, it was still acceptable.

The problem lay with Tang Ye.

"Damn..."

Gritting his teeth, Tang Ye stood up again with Ai Ai Kesen's support.

"Are you okay?"

Wu Lei felt somewhat nervous.

If Tang Ye got injured in the first round of matches, one could say the Chinese team's campaign in this Asian Cup qualifier would explode directly.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, not a big problem."

Shaking his head, Tang Ye pressed the ball of his foot hard into the grass, forcefully "pressing" down a few times to forcibly endure the pain in his ankle.

"Come!"

Wei Wei Shihao tossed the ball to Tang Ye.

A penalty kick for the Chinese team!

The referee's whistle sounded, and Tang Ye walked slowly from just outside the penalty area.

While accelerating, he took larger strides!

Bang!

He pushed the shot out.

It wasn't very accurate, but the goalkeeper guessed the wrong direction!

"Haha!"

Wu Lei ran up, wrapped an arm directly around Tang Ye's neck, and shouted: "Nice! Nice!"

The second goal of the match had been born!

【You have obtained 20 Counterattack Points】

"Awesome!!!"

Letting out a roar, Wang Wang Shenchao kept rubbing Tang Ye's hair with his hand.

【6666】

【So satisfying】

【Shouldn't this get a yellow card? Can't you protect my GGBond a little?】

【No panic, Tang Tang Qiuwang is very durable; how could a player who isn't durable be worth 300 million euros? Besides, Tang Ye has his bodyguard on the field.】

Tang Ye's bodyguard—the fans were of course referring to Wei Wei Shihao.

As for why Wei Wei Shihao was Tang Ye's bodyguard, this was actually just a joke among the fans.

Wei Wei Shihao often got into fights, and Tang Ye was often targeted for trouble; they were simply a perfect boss-and-bodyguard combination.

"Don't worry about TY anymore!"

The UAE head coach seemed to have reached a dead end, uttering words that shocked the players on the field.

"If you can't handle him, then forget it!"

"Switch play between the left and right flanks, just avoid TY! We'll attack via the wings!"

"Their wing defense has problems!"

Trailing by two goals, the UAE had to modify their tactics.

So what should they do?

As everyone knows, Manchester United, the Chinese national team, and Borussia Dortmund are very similar, even identical in certain aspects.

The UAE head coach lacked sufficient skill and did not know how to deal with the Chinese team.

Therefore, they could steal tactics from strong teams in the Premier League and Fan Fan Dejia, seeing how those powerhouses dealt with Manchester United and Dortmund.

There were many methods, but the one most suitable for the UAE should be the simple switch of play between the left and right flanks.

It was effective and easy to implement!

"Zaabi... still chose to pass to Saleh!"

"But Saleh doesn't have a good passing option right now!"

"Hey, Abbas!"

The defender who suddenly made a forward run brought a new opportunity for the UAE.

Slap!

A powerful shot was driven out, rushing straight through the gap between Jiang Guangtai and Yu Yu Dabao.

Yan Yan Junling leaped out.

His fingertips touched the ball, but in the end, the ball still went in.

"Wow!!!!"

Amidst the home fans' cheers and the sighs of the Chinese players on the field, Escrivá held his head in both hands, his expression helpless.

"..."

Yan Yan Junling dared not speak anymore.

Check Dongqiu Di halftime report: National Football Team leads UAE 2:1, Tang Ye with a goal and an assist, Abbas scores with a long-range shot.

With over ten million people watching this match on CCTV alone, the comment section on Check Dongqiu Di was naturally very lively.

Apart from Abbas's world-class strike, the entire first half had actually been favorable for the Chinese team, which was quite good.

As for that world-class strike...