Chapter 807: Facts Prove I Don't Need Anyone's Help

"All I want is fairness."

This thought kept echoing in Tang Ye's mind.

It seemed that having suffered too much unfair treatment over the past few months, the already sensitive Cristiano Ronaldo had become even more fragile now.

It truly felt awful.

But thinking about it carefully...

"Tom!"

Hearing the voice from behind, Tang Ye turned his head to see Bukayo Saka looking at him with his big eyes.

"Oh, Bukayo!"

Tang Ye opened his arms and embraced Bukayo Saka: "You're a starter now, haha!"

When the two first met, Bukayo Saka was still a substitute for Arsenal, but now this guy had secured a starting spot and was even considered a key player.

"Actually, I was already a starter last season."

Bukayo Saka chatted with Tang Ye: "But you weren't in the Premier League last season."

"Otherwise, Tom, you would probably be even more surprised!"

"Haha!"

Tang Ye put his arm around Bukayo Saka's shoulder.

He really liked this guy Bukayo Saka; ever since they first met, Tang Ye had felt that this Arsenal forward possessed great intuition.

Forwards with intuition were usually genius forwards!

"I want to introduce you to Martin."

Noticing Ødegaard stirring restlessly beside him, Bukayo Saka simply pushed his teammate forward: "He talks to me every day about how amazing you are, and during the World Cup qualifiers, he was constantly watching your matches."

"Hey!"

Ødegaard's face turned slightly red: "Could you save this kind of talk until after the match? How am I supposed to play the second half like this?"

"Oh, it's fine, it's fine!"

Tang Ye embraced Ødegaard: "Good luck in the World Cup to you too!"

"..."

Right after the congratulations, the atmosphere on site suddenly froze.

Hmm?

Tang Ye looked at Bukayo Saka with some confusion and received an explanation from his friend.

The Norwegian national team, where Ødegaard played, had failed to qualify for the World Cup.

"Oh! My bad! My bad!"

Tang Ye felt extremely awkward and quickly shook hands with and embraced Ødegaard.

"Haha, it's okay, there's nothing we can do if we didn't qualify."

Ødegaard shook his head, while Tang Ye expressed his apologies once again.

This was too awkward.

In Tang Ye's impression, everyone playing alongside him in the Premier League was a World Cup player, especially key players like Ødegaard; this stereotype had directly caused a very serious mistake.

Fortunately, Ødegaard wasn't too angry...

"Can we swap jerseys after the match?"

Tang Ye proactively suggested swapping jerseys to Ødegaard.

"Oh?"

"Of course, thanks, haha, Tom!"

Beep!

The second half of the match began!

The current score on the field was 1:1.

Although their ranking in the league table this season was somewhat unsatisfactory, Arsenal could now be said to carry the hopes of many Premier League teams.

The Premier League had suffered under Manchester United for too long!

Go Gunners.

Give Manchester United a taste of their own medicine!

Show them that Premier League teams aren't so easy to bully!

"Yo, beautiful!"

"Tang Ye just showed up Ødegaard!"

"Nutmegged him!"

"Through ball to the left wing!"

"Ye He!"

"Goal!"

"2:1!"

"A goal from Ye He, Manchester United has extended their lead!"

In certain aspects, Arsenal still appeared too naive.

Shortly after the second half began, Manchester United suddenly accelerated their attacking rhythm, catching the Gunners completely off guard.

【6666 Tang Tang Qiuwang!】

【Isn't Ødegaard a year older than Tang Ye? His technique is too green. Well, boo hoo hoo, actually it's just that my Ggbond is too strong.】

"Didn't you promise to hand Manchester United their first defeat? Arsenal, get your act together!"

"It's over, brothers. If Bukayo Saka and Nketiah don't explode, Arsenal are done for the second half. Tang Ye is in fucking great form."

"Arsenal! Arsenal! Arsenal!"

"Go, Gunners! (Go, Gunners!)"

With the score trailing, the atmosphere at the Emirates Stadium instead reached a climax.

"Oh... Arsenal, haha, one could say Arsenal carries the hopes of football fans worldwide!"

"Mm, this season only two teams have defeated Manchester United: Atlético Madrid and Wolverhampton Wanderers, but those victories came in the Champions League and the FA Cup respectively, while Manchester United currently remains undefeated in the Premier League..."

"Actually, I think Arsenal still has some hope; it just depends on how they plan to handle this trailing situation in the second half."

Not only the Arsenal fans on site, but even the CCTV commentators began cheering for Arsenal.

This was truly terrible.

Human nature is like this: when a team becomes too strong, it gets cast as the villain.

Manchester United is the villain; otherwise, they wouldn't have adopted "Red Devils" as their nickname.

"..."

De Gea dribbled the ball straight out!

What is he trying to pull?

It felt like an opportunity; Bukayo Saka and Shi Misi rushed forward immediately, ready to force an error from De Gea.

However, De Gea remained very composed.

Slap!

A long kick sent the ball to Wan-Bissaka on the right front!

"Wow!"

The long pass was extremely off-target; from a god's-eye view, it even looked suspiciously out of bounds.

Fortunately, it didn't go out; the ball was headed down by Wan-Bissaka, who had jumped up to intercept it.

"Nice!"

Tang Ye shouted.

Wan-Bissaka took control of the ball, preparing to find B. Fernandes.

"Do it yourself!"

Finding B. Fernandes was Ka De Xiang Fa, but Tang Ye forbade it.

Fine.

Kicking the ball forward, Wan-Bissaka began to exert himself, preparing to fully unleash his speed advantage.

Meanwhile, B. Fernandes surged through the center, looking for a suitable threatening opportunity.

Wan-Bissaka drifted toward the baseline...

Closing the distance with Tavares!

Slap!

A cross!

The cross aimed for Dembélé but ended up at Xhaka's feet instead.

"Shit!"

Dembélé was bewildered; he did the splits and fell to his knees on the grass, able only to watch helplessly as Xhaka dribbled past him.

Fuck!

The counterattack was interrupted; this is exactly the situation Manchester United fears most.

Xhaka carried the ball with long, swift strides past the center circle, delivering a precise through-ball to Nketiah.

"Wow!!!!"

Shot!

Goal!

After the referee blew the whistle, Nketiah jumped up in excitement.

"Goooo——aaa——llll!!!"

"2:2!"

Live match report: Wan-Bissaka's heavenly cross, Manchester United's counterattack intercepted, Xhaka's long-range through-ball creates a one-on-one, Nketiah scores.

"Olé~!"

"Olé~~~ Olé~ Olá~~"

"Arsenal! Arsenal! Arsenal!"

This equalizing goal truly sent the Arsenal fans into a frenzy.

"Come on, come on!"

Arteta shouted loudly.

There's really a chance, brothers!

Arteta joined the team's celebration, even planting a kiss on Nketiah's hair.

It's time to create a miracle!

It is now the 69th minute of the second half...

Both teams began making substitutions.

Manchester United hoped to crush their opponent and maintain their winning streak.

As for Arsenal, they had many little schemes in mind.

They want to turn the tide against Manchester United and use this match to build momentum!

According to the commentators' synchronized data.

Currently, Arsenal is indeed quite far from the Champions League qualification zone, but if they can string together four consecutive wins, there is still a chance.

The premise is that they must make Manchester United the sacrificial lamb for this opportunity!

"Smith Rowe!"

Cutting inside from the wing with the ball, Smith Rowe seems intent on cutting in to shoot.

Wan-Bissaka is right beside him!

"I'm here!"

Tang Ye has already locked down Elneny's position, and Rodri is also in place.

It all depends on Wan-Bissaka's play!

The Manchester United full-back places a hand on Smith Rowe's shoulder.

Waiting for a good opportunity!

Boom!

A tackle!

"Oh!"

Smith Rowe falls to the ground, and the ball, originally under his control, naturally rolls to De Ligt's feet.

De Ligt dares not delay, poking the ball directly to Rodri with a quick shot.

The counter-attack has begun!

"Watch TY! Watch TY!"

Arteta seems a bit anxious.