Chapter 750: That Youth Trainee from the Neighboring Base Ten Years Ago

Ivanković!

After the commentators finished their introduction, the fans in the live stream immediately shifted their attention to this Croatian.

As the head coach of Shandong Luneng around 2010, this manager's relationship with China could be said to have a long history.

Back in 2010, ggbond was still little ggbond!

The match had already begun, yet the commentators were still discussing matters between Ivanković and Shandong Shandong Luneng.

If viewed solely within the context of the Chinese Super League, this coach's résumé was still extremely luxurious!

【Brothers, I already know how to write a power fantasy: Ivanković travels back to 2010 and directly promotes Tang Ye, who is still in youth training, to the first team.】

【Dude, in 2010 my Ball King was only 11 years old; could he play in the Chinese Super League?】

【Of course he could play in the Chinese Super League! Who is my ggbond? Wouldn't he just casually lead Shandong to win the AFC Champions League?】

【6666666】

【Ivanković: If I were to time-travel, there would be no place for Ten Hag.】

The camera focused on Tang Ye, then shifted to Ivanković off the field.

The Croatian's expression was complex.

It was just unknown what kind of feeling he would have upon seeing Tang Ye.

That unknown child training at the neighboring base eleven years ago had now become a Ballon d'Or midfielder valued at 300 million euros...

"Oh, it's Oman's number 7, Al-Hajri, with the ball!"

"He passes it to Sobhi beside him!"

Slap!

Sobhi played a through ball straight toward the left flank's byline, and Busaidi, charging up from behind, collected the ball.

Cutting inside toward the center!

"Get up!"

Yan Yan Junling gave a reminder, but Zhang Zhang Linpeng was already in position long ago.

This was a one-on-one duel.

A teammate came to support, and Busaidi made a pass.

Zhang Zhang Linpeng seized the opportunity.

Slap!

"Beautiful! Zhang Zhang Linpeng!"

Zhang Zhang Linpeng poked the ball away, and the cleared ball landed perfectly at Zhang Zhang Xizhe's feet.

Then it became extremely comfortable!

Seeing this situation, Tang Ye hesitated not a bit; he directly bypassed the defender and initiated pressure together with Ai Ai Kesen.

"Pass! (Chinese)"

Escrivá's voice came from the sidelines.

Zhang Zhang Xizhe dribbled a few steps himself before passing to Wu Xi beside him.

Wu Xi then passed to Tang Ye.

"Wow!!!!"

"Awesome, awesome!!"

"Tang Tang Qiuwang! Tang Tang Qiuwang is putting on a show!"

"Shoot! Shoot directly!"

He collected the ball in the central position.

Feinting and stopping abruptly, Tang Ye directly showed up the defender.

Waiting for the defender to approach and press, Tang Ye feinted left then right, delivering a precise pass that found Wei Wei Shihao.

Wei Wei Shihao ran past in front of Tang Ye, while Tang Ye ran toward the left flank's byline.

Wei Wei Shihao made a pass.

The target was Tang Ye!

Glancing out of the corner of his eye at the ball Wei Wei Shihao passed to him, Tang Ye lifted his left foot and immediately played a through ball.

On the edge of the penalty area in the center, Ai Ai Kesen collected the ball.

He laid it off to Wu Lei, who was making a run on the right.

Former Fan Fan Dejia striker, it's up to you!

Slap!

A right-footed push shot was delivered; the ball bounced once inside the six-yard box, then grazed the left post before entering the net.

"Goal!"

"Goal!"

"Wu Lei!"

"A goal for China! The score is now 1:0!"

"Haha!"

The commentators were somewhat excited, and the fans were naturally the same.

Checking the time, it was only the 6th minute of the first half!

Did the goal come a bit too quickly?

"Vamos!"

Escrivá clenched his right fist and violently thrust it upward.

Even the usually calm Ma Ti raised both his hands.

What a comfortable start!

Wu Lei ran toward the stands, sliding on his knees with his three stripes to pay tribute to Tang Ye.

"Awesome!"

"Wu Lei is awesome!"

"Go, go!"

"..."

The match continued.

Playing away and trailing in score, Oman was now in quite a difficult position.

Immediately after conceding a goal, several more players appeared warming up in front of Oman's substitute bench.

"Hmm... This head coach, Ivankovic... we would say his tactical style is relatively conservative."

According to the commentators' analysis, once Ivankovic realized the gap in strength between his side and the opponent was too large, he was very likely to deploy a defensive formation.

Meaning he wasn't aiming to take points, but just to avoid conceding too many goals by a wide margin.

And judging by the current situation, it seemed Ivankovic indeed had such an idea?

"Booooo!!!!"

By the 20th minute, Oman was being suppressed quite obviously, and their timid behavior on the field drew mockery from the home fans.

"A direct free kick for Tang Ye!"

"From this position, hmm! Viewers familiar with Tang Ye should know that this free-kick spot is very comfortable for him."

"Yes, he is very likely to shoot directly."

"It just depends on how Oman handles it."

The wall near the penalty area was tightly packed; goalkeeper Gu Gu Laxi held the post with one hand while using the other to direct adjustments to their positioning.

The high probability of Tang Ye shooting directly was also clear to the Omani players on the field.

"..."

Ivankovic's brows were tightly furrowed, giving the impression he was about to face judgment.

"Whoosh..."

"Tang Ye..."

Bang!

The knuckleball blasted out!

"..."

Goalkeeper Gu Gu Laxi stood foolishly on the goal line.

Goal!

The Chinese team's second goal of this match.

Scored by Tang Ye!

"Haha!"

Arms spread wide, Tang Ye and Wu Lei ran together toward the stands.

"Wow!!!!!"

"..."

The first half continued.

Due to the 0:2 scoreline, Ivankovic made his substitution adjustments early.

The original 4-4-2 had now become a 5-4-1, giving an overall impression of being even more "compact."

"Actually, I think Oman's problem might lie right here."

He Wei commented: "We say the Chinese team's advantage lies in their attack; their speed in transitioning and shifting play across the left, center, and right flanks is extremely fast, which is also why they often manage to impose pressure on their opponents."

"So I feel that Oman should be attempting to attack more."

The Chinese team was playing a bit too smoothly in this match.

This wasn't because the Chinese players' skill level had leaped forward in November; to a greater extent, it was due to Oman's terrible performance.

Ivankovic didn't know what he was doing; as soon as they fell behind, he started turtle-ing up, becoming more cowardly the larger the goal deficit grew.

"Boooo!!!"

Boos from the home fans erupted in the stands, leaving the already elderly Ivankovic gasping for breath.

"..."

"Ai Ai Kesen..."

"Pass to Wu Lei!"

"Wu Lei, again!"

"Oh! So close!"

"Haha, Wu Lei is indeed in excellent form today; he was just a hair's breadth away from scoring a brace."

"Indeed, quite a pity."

Time moved into the second half.

"Ole~"

"Ole ole oh~~~~"