Chapter 795: The Red Derby in the EFL Cup Final: Liwupu's Hope

Liwupu (4-3-3)

Goalkeeper: Kelleher

Defenders: Robertson, Fan Daike, Matip, Alexander-Arnold

Midfielders: Naby Keita, Fabinho, Henderson

Forwards: Luis Diaz, Mane, Salah

Head Coach: Klopp

"No way, bros, I don't get it; isn't Ten Hag starting Rashford this match?"

"With Arnold on the opposite side, if you don't start Rashford, Ten Hag is just handing Liwupu a chance; someone should check his credentials."

"To be honest, I've been doubting Ten Hag since last season; damn it, ever since Tang Ye was loaned out, he's been terrible—are you even a top-five-league coach?"

Facing the computer screen, Wang Chao shouted loudly: "Ten Hag, start Rashford!!!"

Why Rashford was on the bench was unknown, but one thing was certain: Greenwood was under immense pressure in this match.

If he performed even slightly poorly, Greenwood would face a barrage of criticism from Wang Chao and his fans.

"Mo Salah, Mo Salah, running down the wing, Salah lalalalala, the Egyptian King!"

(Mo Salah, Mo Salah, running down the wing, Salah lalalalala, the Egyptian King!)

"Bubble!"

"United's Bubble!"

"United Bubble" was a phrase that had only emerged in recent weeks, a song jointly created by fans of Inter, Liwupu, and Mancheng.

"United Bubble" did not mean Manchester United was blowing bubbles; rather, it treated Manchester United itself as a bubble.

So what exactly is a bubble?

It flies high and far, yet bursts at the slightest touch.

The so-called strongest team under heaven, Manchester United.

It's all just foam!

Then what is not foam?

Mohamed Salah, lalalalala, the Egyptian King!

"Boo!!!"

As Greenwood received the ball on the left flank, the stands immediately erupted with boos from the Liwupu fans.

It wasn't that Greenwood's recent performances had been poor; rather, the domestic violence allegations had made him a topic of discussion among fans of every club.

Regardless of whether the domestic violence incident was true, since it could be used to mess with Manchester United fans' minds, the Liwupu fans were naturally more than willing to do so.

Today, they had come to Wembley specifically to pop bubbles!

"Greenwood, drive to the byline!"

"Let's see what Henderson and Arnold do!"

"I feel Greenwood still has a chance; after all, Qingmu (Greenwood) has no weak foot."

"Just charge straight in!"

Whether or not he was truly affected by the domestic violence rumors, Greenwood's sprint this time was somewhat nonsensical; not only did he fail to find an opportunity to dribble past his marker, but he also put himself in danger.

Fortunately, Tang Ye reacted quickly enough and immediately tracked back.

"Here!"

Receiving Greenwood's layoff pass, Tang Ye turned his head to look left.

Looking for an opening, looking for an opening...

"Get over there!"

Dembele was not standing in his planned position, causing Tang Ye to abandon the idea of passing immediately.

Fabinho was closing in, along with Mane tracking back!

"Rodri!"

Calling out Rodri's name, Tang Ye raised both hands and slipped past Fabinho's side.

!

Fuck!

Fabinho reached out!

Tang Ye twisted his waist along with his arms, easily dodging Fabinho's deliberate foul.

"Wow!!!"

"TY!"

"TY! TY! TY!"

The master had completed the dribble; now for the next move!

Pa!

After executing a combination play with Allé at the edge of the penalty arc and regaining possession, Tang Ye immediately flicked the ball to Lin Lin Jiade.

"Awesome, Tang Tang Qiuwang!"

"So cool!"

Although it wasn't any particularly impressive move, Wang Chao was determined to praise it extravagantly because this was the traffic he fed on.

"Director, give me more shots of the Ball King; what's so interesting about Lin Lin Jiade?"

"Pass to Wan-Bissaka..."

Pa!

A cutback pass was delivered, and the player receiving the ball was Dembele, who had drifted into the center.

Tang Ye and Dembélé achieved instantaneous mental synchronization, pulling the Manchester United midfielder directly to the right flank.

Boom!

Dembélé headed the ball, sending Wan-Bissaka's cutback straight to Tang Ye.

Controlling the ball sideways!

Tang Ye took on Fan Daike one-on-one!

Swish swish!

Alternating between left and right foot to control the ball, Tang Ye drifted toward the penalty area.

Seizing the moment, he passed directly back to Dembélé!

Boom!

Dembélé played a through ball, while Tang Ye simultaneously moved behind Fan Daike.

Slap!

Tang Ye blasted a shot into the stands, then tumbled onto the grass.

"Foul!"

Dembélé turned to the referee: "He pulled him!"

"He committed a foul!"

The Manchester United players reacted quickly; sensing Fan Daike might have fouled, they immediately demanded an explanation from the referee.

"No no no!"

The Liwupu players, of course, insisted firmly that Fan Daike had not committed a foul.

To be honest, this call was indeed difficult to make, so the referee went off-field to check the VAR.

"That's definitely a foul; I saw it clearly. Damn it, Fan Daike reached out and pulled Tang Tang Qiuwang first, and only then did Tang Tang Qiuwang shoot. That sky-high shot is entirely Fan Daike's fault."

Let's look at the replay.

Indeed, it was Fan Daike's fault, and thus Manchester United was awarded a penalty kick.

"Brothers, didn't I say before? Bet your lifespans on it; I, Tang Tang Qiuwang, will definitely step up."

"A penalty in just seven minutes—Liwupu is basically done for. What's left to play? They might as well go home now."

Rough words, but sound reasoning.

Indeed, Liwupu's situation right now is quite dire.

The Red Rivalry is always a clash of titans; in such a matchup, if one side earns a penalty first, it constitutes a devastating blow to the other.

This is evident from Ten Hag's current reaction.

Once the referee confirmed the penalty, the Manchester United manager immediately broke into a smile.

Although he didn't look toward Klopp, Ten Hag's expression was already filled with mockery for the Liwupu coach.

"Go for it."

Dembélé and Tang Ye high-fived, after which the latter picked up the ball and walked to the penalty spot.

He skillfully spun the ball, then placed it carefully.

"Beep!!!"

"... Hoo."

Run-up!

Slap!

Duang!

"Holy crap!"

The shot struck the post and rebounded out; Lin Lin Jiade rushed forward immediately to attempt a follow-up shot but failed to beat Robertson.

The Liwupu defender cleared the ball with a single kick.

"Wow!!!!"

"Liverpool!"

"Liverpool!"

Boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

Tang Ye stood inside the penalty area, hand over his nose, looking extremely embarrassed.

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

Dembélé quickly came over to embrace Tang Ye, while Rodri placed a hand on Tang Ye's head: "Small issue, it's fine, it's fine."

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: In the 8th minute, Tang Ye's penalty hit the post; the score remains 0:0.

"Damn!"

Kicking up a chunk of turf with the sole of his shoe, Tang Ye felt utterly miserable.

【Streamer, streamer, why did your dad miss the penalty?】

【Holy crap, brothers, we've lost five years of our lifespan; what do we do now?】

【Don't panic, don't panic; there will be a hat trick, just not right now. Tang Tang Qiuwang will save us.】