Chapter 769: Respect Our Tactics, Otherwise Don't Play!

"Beep, beep-beep!"

"Hey!"

"I have to say, Wolves' defense today is truly excellent!"

"Mm, but compared to the defenders, I think Wolves' midfielders might be performing even better; the pressing coordination between their midfield and forwards has caused huge problems for Manchester United's defenders."

The first half ends, with the score temporarily tied at 0:0.

Although Wolves' current ranking in the Premier League isn't high, they are indeed playing very well in today's match.

After all, few teams can manage a draw against Manchester United by halftime!

Ten Hag gnashed his teeth on the sideline.

After the match ended, the Manchester United manager did not return to the locker room immediately; instead, he stood on the sideline and began shouting at his players.

"What is this!?"

"Get the ball out to the wings! I remember telling you that more than once!"

Tang Ye shook his head.

Wolves' midfield was better than Manchester United had imagined.

Especially Moutinho and Rúben Neves; the explosive performance of these two players was a major reason Wolves could hold onto the draw.

"Actually, the main issue is our poor shooting form."

Tang Ye waved his hand and said to Dembélé beside him, "How many shots did we take in the first half?"

"I don't know..."

Dembélé shook his head: "Probably around 15 times."

"But it seems we only hit the target three times..."

Tang Ye sighed.

Our midfield and attack were in poor form, the opposing players exploded with performance, and furthermore, Wolves' tactics inherently contained some counters against Manchester United.

All these factors combined ultimately led to Manchester United's unfavorable start in their first match of 2022.

It felt extremely uncomfortable to play!

On the way back to the locker room, Tang Ye encountered Cristiano Ronaldo passing by: "Cristiano!"

As soon as he called out, Cristiano Ronaldo immediately turned his head.

He also seemed to plan to communicate with Tang Ye, so right after Tang Ye called his name, he spoke directly: "We should attack through the center more; you need to link up with me. Without possession, I simply can't play."

"In the first half, I barely touched the ball a few times!"

"No, no, no!"

Tang Ye shook his head: "Listen to me, we absolutely cannot attack through the center. Haven't you noticed? Their midfield is in great form; attacking through the middle is just handing them opportunities."

"We attacked through the center in the first half, yet we haven't scored a single goal!"

"But we had shots."

Cristiano Ronaldo added, "And there was even a goal, only I was offside. We had chances; it's just that our shooting form was poor."

"I know we had chances, but if we can find better opportunities, why wouldn't we? We must attack down both wings; if we lose the ball attacking through the center..."

Tang Ye made hand gestures, urgently trying to make his teammates understand his thinking: "If we lose the ball and get hit on the counter-attack, then their forwards press our defenders, what do we do? Both Moutinho and Neves are capable of long-range shots."

"I know, but we must accept some risks."

The two talked extensively, and before they realized it, they had arrived at the locker room.

"So like I said, attack down the wings, and you need to drift wide too!"

Tang Ye returned to his seat, and Cristiano Ronaldo did the same.

"Pressing is the key; you must constantly charge at their defenders, only then can we establish dominance. With three forwards, losing even one is unacceptable; if you don't press, we only have two forwards!"

"Enough, enough!"

Ten Hag interrupted the argument between Cristiano Ronaldo and Tang Ye, while Rodri stood nearby sighing repeatedly.

Originally, he thought these two guys could get along perfectly, but now it seemed Rodri was wrong.

Between Cristiano Ronaldo and Tang Ye, there always seemed to be conflict.

It was only because Manchester United kept winning consecutively, with ridiculously good results, that the problems between the two were temporarily masked.

Masking is not equivalent to solving.

Tang Ye hoped Cristiano Ronaldo would make changes, and Cristiano Ronaldo hoped to receive more respect; neither of these things had changed.

"I think some of what you said is correct."

Cristiano Ronaldo added, glancing at Tang Ye: "But you also need to consider my perspective; it's not only what you say that is right."

"But you must press first before we can do anything else; why are you dropping back so deep? Save your stamina for pressing! Our tactics don't require you to defend!"

"Enough!"

Ten Hag shouted again, and the locker room fell silent once more.

"Our tactics haven't changed: high pressing, press! Do not give the opponent any chances!"

He slapped the tactical board: "You must always remember what this team is good at and what we are bad at! What we need is to go up front and win the ball; that is my requirement!"

"..."

In a place no one noticed, Cristiano Ronaldo shook his head slightly and then sighed again.

Ten Hag almost inevitably sided with Tang Ye, because the tactical philosophies of these two were basically consistent.

Lifting his head, Cristiano Ronaldo stared at the locker room ceiling, his eyes slightly red.

"..."

The second half begins!

"Wolves! (Wolf Team)"

"Wolves!!"

Having just defeated Mancheng not long ago, and now with another chance to take down Manchester United in the FA Cup, the Wolves fans were absolutely thrilled.

They were going to create a miracle at Old Trafford!

Clap! Clap!

Dembélé used two touches, temporarily avoiding Masal.

However, this wasn't a successful dribble past an opponent; Dembélé still needed to find another opportunity.

"Hurry up!"

B. Fe reminded him once, and Dembélé passed the ball out, delivering it to B. Fe's feet.

Without controlling the ball first, B. Fe immediately flicked it straight to Tang Ye.

"Beautiful!"

"It's up to Tang Ye now!"

Seeing Tang Ye receive the ball, C. Ronaldo decisively started making a forward run, while at the same time Ye He was looking for an opportunity on the left flank.

With no good passing options available, Tang Ye chose to dribble forward himself first.

"Huff... huff..."

His speed was very fast, with two defenders chasing closely behind.

Slap!

Pushed to Ye He!

Ye He received the ball, and Kilman immediately closed in on him.

"Wolves are applying immense pressure from their defensive line."

"Ye He..."

With no other choice, he could only pass back.

For some reason, the coordination between the Manchester United players seemed to have developed some issues, causing them to struggle for a long time without being able to get the ball into the box.

Bang!

A through-ball was drilled straight into the penalty area!

C. Ronaldo!

Slap!

"Goal!"

"But, this goal seems suspicious for offside!"

The Manchester United players immediately ran toward the referee.

But before they could even reach him, the referee had already made his decision.

Goal disallowed!

"Fuck!"

Tang Ye cursed once.

The referee heard Tang Ye's curse, but considering public opinion, he did not immediately show Tang Ye a yellow card.

"Damn it, what a mess!"

"Beep!"

Yellow card: Tang Ye.

"..."

"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

"Referee!"

"Idiot!"

"Idiot! Idiot!"

The Manchester United fans expressed their dissatisfaction with this yellow card, while Tang Ye kept shaking his head and sighing, "Why was that ball offside... I really can't believe it."

"He ran too deep."

After Rodri spoke, he shouted toward C. Ronaldo, "Calm down a bit and watch the offside line."

"Don't just stand outside waiting for a pass."

"..."

C. Ronaldo couldn't say anything and could only wave his hands in frustration.

The 72nd minute!

Wolves made two substitution adjustments, seemingly preparing to launch an attack.

Up front!

"Push up! Push up!"

Tang Ye signaled for his teammates to all push forward.

Of course, he himself was not idle either, constantly ready to provide supplementary pressing.

Dembélé charged toward Saiss.

As Saiss passed to a teammate, Dembélé ran in an arc toward Coady.

And there was also C. Ronaldo!

But C. Ronaldo was a full half-beat too slow, allowing Coady to seize the opportunity.

Bang!

A long-range grounded through-ball was delivered, precisely finding Moutinho up front.

Seizing the opportunity while the ball was stationary, Moutinho suddenly changed his rhythm and directly shook off B. Fernandes.

Fuck!

B. Fernandes fell to the ground, while Moutinho dribbled the ball past the center circle.

"Oh!!"

This was undoubtedly an excellent attacking chance for Wolves; all three forwards displayed their maximum speed.

However, Moutinho did not choose to pass directly; instead, he dribbled toward the penalty area, eventually making his way to the top of the arc.

De Ligt prepared to block!

Slap!

De Ligt blocked Moutinho's through pass.

The ball came to Semedo's feet.

A cutback cross!

The target was Rúben Neves!

One step to adjust!

Rúben Neves!

Bang!

A long-range shot was struck, hitting the eight-inch mark.

De Gea!

De Gea's save was unsuccessful!

"Goal!!!"

"Goal!"