Chapter 742: Escrivá's Perfect Decision and Audacious Boldness

【6666】

【He really came?】

【Damn, the momentum is building!】

【So satisfying; I knew Tang Tang Qiuwang would make a move. Moriyasu's second-half tactics are truly abstract; not substituting the defenders is just waiting to get exploded.】

【Can they really play a 4-4-2?】

【Mainly, Zhang Zhang Yuning reacted quickly; when Tang Ye prepared the long pass, Zhang Zhang Yuning seemed to have already made his run, leaving the defenders no chance no matter how skilled they are.】

"Roar—!!!"

Zhang Zhang Yuning spread his arms and sprinted forward, with the Chinese team players following one after another.

"We're still behind!"

Zhang Zhang Linpeng reminded them, hoping his teammates would save time and skip the celebration, but the next second Tang Ye ran past him like a madman.

"Awesome!!!"

"..."

Zhang Zhang Linpeng fell silent.

Fine then.

Let's celebrate!

"Zhang Zhang Yuning!!!"

Shouting it out, the Chinese team players gathered around Zhang Zhang Yuning.

Tang Ye grabbed Zhang Zhang Yuning's head, shouting incessantly into the latter's ear: "Haaland! Today, you are Haaland!"

When Zhang Zhang Yuning looked over, Tang Ye pointed at his own eyes: "Look into my eyes; what is your name today?"

"Zhang..."

"No! Your name is Haaland!"

Tang Ye pointed at Zhang Zhang Yuning, wrapping both hands tightly around the Chinese team striker's head: "From now on, you are Haaland!!"

Seeing that Zhang Zhang Yuning was in good form, Tang Ye directly unleashed his hypnosis technique.

"Wow!!!!"

"Chinese team!"

"Let's go!"

"Chinese team!"

"Let's go!"

"Wow!!!!!!"

The fans' momentum shifts in real time with the situation on the field.

When the Chinese team scores, Chinese fans naturally get excited.

Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye delivers a 61-meter long pass from the baseline, Zhang Zhang Yuning scores on a breakaway, the score becomes 1:2, the Chinese team pulls one back!

Escrivá, of course, was not idle either; after the restart, about three minutes later, the Chinese team manager made his second substitution of the match.

Off: Jiang Guangtai, Zhang Zhang Linpeng, Zhang Zhang Xizhe.

On: Zhu Zhu Chenjie, Gao Gao Zhunyi, Hao Hao Junmin.

After completing this substitution, the Chinese team had one final substitution slot remaining; on the sidelines, Alan, Aloísio, Liu Binbin, and others were already ready.

"The Chinese team is making three consecutive substitutions!"

"Escrivá, a very bold adjustment!"

"..."

Escrivá's consecutive substitutions not only refreshed the stamina of the players on the field but also exerted significant psychological pressure on the Japanese coaching staff.

Moriyasu could not immediately find the most suitable substitution options, giving the fans the impression that he was powerless to do anything.

68th minute.

Kamada Daichi, who had just come on, fired a long-range shot.

Smack!

Kamada Daichi's long-range shot hit Tang Ye.

"Beautiful!"

"What an interception!"

"Very well done! We can't see the stats right now, but we'll definitely see them after the match; at least 40% of the Chinese team's key defenses in this game came from Tang Ye!"

"..."

"Japan makes another substitution..."

Doan Ritsu comes on as a substitute.

To this, Escrivá remained unmoved.

He continued to observe.

Escrivá now had a premonition.

That they were not far from equalizing the score!

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Ole~ oleole~ ola~~~~"

Boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

On the right flank, Tang Ye played a through ball forward to Ai Ai Kesen.

Ai Ai Kesen received the ball and brought it under control.

The Japanese team's defensive formation was extremely compact.

Ai Ai Kesen found no immediate opportunity, so he did not act rashly.

At this moment, any possession for the Chinese team was an opportunity that could not be wasted!

"Here!"

Ai Ai Kesen spotted Hao Hao Junmin.

"Get to the byline!"

Tang Ye instructed Hao Hao Junmin to dribble toward the byline, while he himself sprinted through the center, successfully drawing several defenders away with him.

"Ignore TY!"

Hajime Moriyasu issued the command.

However, the reality was that when Tang Ye, as an opponent, was right beside you, your brain would involuntarily tense up.

In such moments, you might not be able to execute the coach's instructions within a short timeframe.

This was precisely the situation the Japanese team now faced.

There were an overwhelming number of defenders around Tang Ye!

Hao Hao Junmin...

Slap!

He delivered a cutback cross.

It was lofted rather high.

The target was Tang Ye!

Glancing left and right, knowing he had no chance to receive the ball, Tang Ye decisively used his chest to lay it off for Gao Gao Zhunyi.

Gao Gao Zhunyi successfully controlled the ball!

"Don't rush!"

Having said that, Tang Ye immediately reversed his run and received the pass from Gao Gao Zhunyi's feet.

Due to the pressure from Daichi Kamada and Wataru Endo, Tang Ye continued to drop back even after receiving the ball.

Originally only 30 meters from the goal, the distance was now forcibly stretched to nearly 40 meters.

Wait for a good opportunity, then actively look for Zhu Zhu Chenjie.

He raised his hand calling for the ball!

Bang!

Zhu Zhu Chenjie pushed a through ball!

Tang Ye blocked Daichi Kamada's line of sight and lifted his left leg.

Tang Ye did not touch the ball; instead, through some skillful maneuvering, he enabled Zhu Zhu Chenjie to nutmeg Daichi Kamada.

He planted his foot and spun around!

"Wow!!!"

Daichi Kamada reached out to grab Tang Ye's shirt.

But since he himself was not firmly planted, a single turn saw him directly dragged down by Tang Ye's acceleration.

Bang!

"Beautiful!"

"Tang Ye!"

Clap clap!

Alternating touches with his left and right feet, Tang Ye used the momentum to dribble past another defender, Genki Haraguchi.

Ritsu Doan and Takefusa Kubo were closing in.

"Here, here!"

At peak form, Zhang Zhang Yuning reached out toward Tang Ye.

Tang Ye also had the intention to pass the ball to Zhang Zhang Yuning.

But the situation on the field was changing rapidly; through some simple calculations and observations, Tang Ye found a better way to handle the ball.

"Hey!"

He shouted once, lifting his right foot to prepare for a pass.

Here came the flashy move: Tang Ye kicked the ball with his right foot onto his own left foot, causing the leather sphere to naturally rebound to the right side.

With Takefusa Kubo and Ritsu Doan in front of him, Tang Ye surged past Ritsu Doan.

From a god's-eye view, Tang Ye's maneuver was no different than beating two men, even though Takefusa Kubo had not actually caused Tang Ye any effective disruption.

"Oh!!!!"

The Japanese fans in the stands suddenly jumped to their feet.

The situation seemed to be going slightly awry!

Zhang Zhang Yuning and Ai Ai Kesen were sprinting forward with all their might, while even Hao Hao Junmin and Wang Wang Shenchao were charging ahead.

Slap!

Tang Ye took a heavy touch and accelerated a second time.

The distance to the goal was now approximately 35 meters.

Hiss!

"Tang Ye looks like he's going to pass, to Zhang Zhang Yuning on the left."

"Float..."

"Hey, he shot directly at the goal!"

Tightening his core while running, Tang Ye blasted out a knuckleball free kick.

Passing over Takehiro Tomiyasu's head, the ball began to drop!

Shuichi Gonda leaped into the air!

What a pity; the tip of Shuichi Gonda's fingers was still about 3cm away from the ball.

Goal!!!

"Goal!"

"Oh my god!"