Chapter 850: Playing the World Cup Like the Asian Cup?

【China vs Wales】

【World Cup Second Round: National Team vs Wales】

【Tang Ye Leads National Team in Battle Against Bale】

【National Team Takes the Lead Against Wales】

【...】

With 2022 not yet over, the Spring Festival for Chinese fans seemed to have arrived early.

However, there was no room for excitement just yet, as one could not be certain of the final result of this match.

All the Chinese team needed to do now was maintain their advantage!

"..."

"Tang Ye, center lane, take it yourself!"

"Shift left, beautiful!"

Receiving the ball and shaking off Ampadu, Tang Ye passed to Fernandinho.

Fernandinho dribbled forward.

"Watch TY, watch TY!"

The Wales coach shouted.

Saying "watch TY" was easy enough, but the situation on the field changed in the blink of an eye; there was no way to predict where Tang Ye would dart to next.

Fernandinho passed back to Wang Wang Shenchao.

With Wu Xi's assistance, Wang Wang Shenchao successfully delivered the ball to Tang Ye.

Here we go again!

At this moment, some fans had already figured out what Tang Ye was about to do.

That's right, find Wu Lei!

Facing the pass from Wu Xi, Tang Ye pulled the ball, turned, and immediately played a low, driven through-ball toward the right flank.

"Wow!!!"

Another switch from left to right; Tang Ye acted like a ferryman in the middle.

Wales was suffering; every time the National Team made a switch, almost all their defenders had to move along with it.

Simply put, the Chinese team was frantically sacrificing Tang Ye's stamina in the center to exhaust the entire Welsh squad.

Wu Lei, one-on-one against Ben Davies near the baseline.

Let's see what King Wu does.

Cutting inside from the baseline, Wu Lei actively sought coordination with Zhang Zhang Yuning.

"Look at me, look at me!"

Hearing the call, Zhang Zhang Yuning glanced back to check Tang Ye's position and, upon receiving Wu Lei's pass, immediately fed the ball to Tang Ye.

Ramsey and Ampadu were both beside Tang Ye, preparing to disrupt the Chinese attacking midfielder.

Bang!

Gritting his teeth, Tang Ye used his body to shove Ampadu aside.

Creating space, he lifted his right leg!

!!!

"Left side!"

The goalkeeper shouted a warning to his teammates while diving to make the save.

But he discovered that Tang Ye's move was a feint.

Slap!

A rainbow flick passed the ball to Wang Wang Shenchao, who was making a run on the left.

"Shoot directly!"

Wang Wang Shenchao had originally intended to pass to Fernandinho, but Tang Ye's words instantly boosted his confidence.

Slap!

A pushed shot was released.

Under normal circumstances, Hennessey should have had a chance to block the ball, but he was distracted by Zhang Zhang Yuning's forward run.

"Gooo——aaaa——llll!!!!"

"Goal!"

"Goal!"

"Oh my god!"

"Haha, 2:0!"

"2:0!! China's second goal! From Wang Wang Shenchao!"

Amidst the screams from the crowd, Wang Wang Shenchao quickly scrambled up from the grass and sprinted toward the corner flag on the left.

Knee slide!!

Bang!

Swish swish swish!!!

Wang Wang Shenchao wanted to draw three lines, but since he hadn't practiced much in private, the middle line wasn't very distinct.

Most players on the Chinese team had actually practiced the three-line knee slide, but defenders practiced it less often, so they couldn't necessarily execute it perfectly even if they scored.

"Roar——!!!!"

"Nice!!!"

"Damn, awesome!"

The Chinese national team players hugged each other again.

The live camera cut to Bale.

Wales' number 11, and also the team captain.

Bale now didn't know what to say, his eyes vacant.

Directly hammered into a 0:2 deficit, he was completely stunned.

But Bale was actually not the most bewildered one.

Regarding China's 2:0 lead, the most bewildered were actually their own people, meaning the Chinese football fans in front of their TVs.

They clearly weren't this strong during the Asian qualifiers, this is f***ing too fierce!

If one were to use Tang Ye's words to describe today's Chinese team, it would be...

"Damn, so strong, holy sh*t!"

The 40th minute.

"Five-star Red Flag~ you are my pride!"

"Five-star Red Flag~~ I am proud of you~~"

"Cheering for you, blessing you~~"

"Your name is more important than my life↑~~~!!!"

After the 40th minute, Wales basically controlled the situation, but it didn't matter; with a two-goal advantage, the Chinese team wasn't panicking in the least.

"The ones who should be nervous now are Wales..."

"Wales still failed to bring out their full strength today. They played even worse than against Germany."

"..."

"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"

"Wow!!!"

Check Dongqiu Di halftime report: Tang Ye with two assists, Zhang Zhang Yuning and Wang Wang Shenchao scored; in the first half of the second group stage round, China leads Wales 2:0.

【Holy sh*t, are we going to get two consecutive wins? Is this how it's going down?】

【Did my brother Tang Zhengxiong bet on today's match? From 1 million to 10 million, if he bet on this, it's 25 million now, I'm GG, Tang Zhengxiong is going straight to heaven.】

【Is Wales this weak? Has that midfielder opposite ever won a duel? Did he get knocked dizzy by my Tang Tang Qiuwang?】

【Bale takes the blame for this one, didn't produce results.】

Looking only at the first half, there were indeed quite a few problems within the Welsh team.

At this moment, the 15-minute halftime break was crucial, giving Wales a chance to adjust; it depended on what head coach Page could do to solve the tactical suppression from the Chinese team.

Of course, thinking from the perspective of Chinese fans, they naturally hoped Page wouldn't be able to do anything.

Little Page, just stand in front of the substitute bench and don't move.

Leave all the maneuvers to me, Mr. Escrivà!

"Awesome, Brother Chao."

Tang Ye put his arm around Wang Wang Shenchao.

This Chinese national team full-back's performance today was simply flawless.

"Bale is too top-tier, he runs really fast."

"Haha!"

Tang Ye squeezed the muscles on Wang Wang Shenchao's shoulder: "Can you still make it in the second half? Feels like you've run a lot."

"Phew, I definitely haven't run as much as you."

While speaking, Wang Wang Shenchao was still gasping heavily: "I can at least play half of the second half; if I can't, I'll twist my head off and give it to you."

"Damn, haha!"

Pushing Wang Wang Shenchao toward the locker room, the substitute players in the room shouted his name loudly.

"Awesome, Brother Chao!"

"Wow!!!"

"Leading by two, holy sh*t, haha!"

"They probably haven't specifically studied us, or rather, they studied the wrong version."

As he spoke, Escrivà's tone carried obvious pride.

Wales might have studied the Chinese team, but what they studied was the Chinese team during the Asian qualifiers; however, the Chinese team in the World Cup finals differs significantly from the Asian qualifier version, and just this one move of switching play between the left and right flanks had them feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Working backward from the result.

Escrivà had gambled correctly!

Making sweeping changes to the team before the finals began was the right move; this is the tactic most suitable for the Chinese team!

"Of course, this tactic is new, so we still have some issues; they might target us in the second half, so I need to emphasize a few things here..."

While Escrivà was speaking, Ye sat in his spot, his two hands constantly pressing the muscles of his thighs.

It was indeed very tiring to play, but now there was more excitement.