Chapter 854: Tank Engine Started, Target: Defeat the Nightmare

【Due to accumulated yellow cards, Goretzka has lost the opportunity to play in the next match.】

It was only just discovered that Germany has a defensive midfielder carrying accumulated yellow cards, but this has no impact on today's match.

Lost the chance to play in the next match?

German fans currently have no time to worry about this; what they need to worry about first is whether their own team can advance to the knockout stage.

Whether tomorrow will be good or not, you must first discuss whether there even is a tomorrow!

"However, we can see that Germany is indeed well-prepared today. Müller, Musiala, Gnabry, including Gündoğan whom you mentioned—the pressing from these German midfield and forward players is a problem that gives the Chinese team a severe headache."

"The build-up play from the back has been locked down; hey, this way, your switching between the left and right flanks cannot be executed."

Fans who frequently watch the Premier League should realize that this is a tactic many teams liked to use against Manchester United in previous seasons: using high-frequency forward pressing to stop Manchester United's build-up from the back, thereby suppressing this European little hegemon's ability to display their attacking prowess.

The tactic Germany is now using against China is a replica of the tactics Bayern and Dortmund used against Manchester United.

It is no wonder the Chinese national team is called Little Manchester United; these two teams share similarities in many aspects.

Gnabry steps on the ball to stop, waiting for Kehrer to come up from the side.

Confirming his teammate is in position, Gnabry pushes a through pass.

Kehrer receives the ball near the baseline.

Slap!

A cross is delivered from the bottom of the field, aimed at Musiala on the edge of the penalty area!

While Musiala uses his chest to control the ball, he gets bumped by Zhang Zhang Linpeng and falls directly to the ground.

This is an obvious foul, but since Müller gained control of the ball that Musiala had stopped, the referee did not rush to blow the whistle.

Advantage to Germany's attack!

"Hey!"

Gündoğan accelerates his forward run, sprinting straight past Feng Feng Xiaoting.

He receives Müller's low pass along the ground.

Gündoğan holds his position.

!!!

At this moment, Tang Ye had already realized something was wrong, but alas, from his position there was nothing he could do; he could only watch helplessly as Gündoğan, holding the positional advantage, completed the shot.

Bang!

"Gooo——aaaa——llll!!!"

"Goal!"

"Gündoğan!"

"A goal scored by Gündoğan; aiyo, this coordination between Feng Feng Xiaoting and Wang Wang Dalei... it shouldn't have happened!"

Wang Wang Dalei sat on the grass, watching helplessly as Gündoğan ran past right in front of him.

"Damn!"

He punched the grass, able only to helplessly accept the fact that the opponent had opened the scoring against his goal.

Gündoğan first linked up with Gnabry, after which the two ran almost side-by-side toward the corner flag.

"Roar——!!!!"

"Wow!!!!"

【Germany: China】

【1:0】

"Deutschland!"

"Deutschland!"

Having opened the scoring against the Chinese team first, the German fans on-site felt as if their entire bodies were burning up.

They were about to successfully shatter the nightmare!

"Super Gündoğan! (Super Gündoğan)"

Bang bang!

"Super Müller! (Super Müller)"

Bang bang!

As the side that had conceded a goal, the players and fans of the national football team fell into a prolonged silence.

Let's look at the replay.

Musiala controls the ball and passes to Müller, who then plays a through ball forward to the making-run Gündoğan...

The CCTV commentator just mentioned that this goal conceded was the fault of both Feng Feng Xiaoting and Wang Wang Dalei, but watching the replay now reveals that this statement is not entirely accurate.

If one really must find someone to take the blame, Zhang Zhang Linpeng might be more suitable than Feng Feng Xiaoting.

From Zhang Zhang Linpeng's position, he should have been able to apply some pressure on Musiala!

Of course, Wang Wang Dalei's share of the blame is not small either.

"Wang Wang Dalei's performance in the first two matches could be described as absolutely stunning, but for today's match... indeed, he was a bit lacking."

"Yes, the angle Gündoğan found for his shot was actually not particularly tricky; from that position, he should have been able to react in time."

Seeing his teammates in a slump of morale, Tang Ye entered the penalty area, pulled Wang Wang Dalei up from the ground in one motion, and said, "It's fine, it's fine; we're only behind by one, it doesn't matter."

Wang Wang Dalei remained silent, so Tang Ye simply used both hands to firmly press down on the Chinese national team goalkeeper's head, using pain to divert his attention: "Cheer up!"

The match continues!

After the restart, Flick, who originally rarely spoke, suddenly became active, shouting loudly and continuously from the sidelines.

Although the fans in front of their televisions did not know what Flick was shouting, judging by his gestures, this German head coach was likely instructing his players to intensify their forward pressing.

Meanwhile, Escrivá next door was feeling somewhat uncomfortable; although he was also pacing back and forth, a clear sense of helplessness was visible on the Spaniard's face.

"Do you want to see the score between Argentina and Wales?"

Matti's voice came from behind, and Escriba turned his head.

"..."

"No, I won't watch."

Escriba walked forward to distance himself from Matti.

It was now the 21st minute of the first half; for Matti to ask this question now meant a goal had been scored in the other match, though it was unknown whether it was an Argentine goal or a Welsh one.

Escriba shook his head.

Whether Argentina or Wales was leading, he didn't want to care.

"Hey, get over there to support! React faster!"

"Zhang, watch the center! Watch the center when you run!"

"..."

"Wei Wei Shihao, pass it over here, Tang Ye."

"Good!"

Executing a crossing run again, Tang Ye switched back to his central position, flanked by Goretzka and Kimmich, who were eyeing him like tigers.

Considering the yellow cards both men carried, Tang Ye chose Goretzka as his primary breakthrough target.

He pulled the ball forward.

Tang Ye wanted to take him on one-on-one, but Goretzka remained extremely steady, simply retreating continuously while signaling for Kimmich beside him to provide defensive support.

Seeing Müller rushing back to cover and about to arrive, Tang Ye had no choice but to pass the ball to Wu Xi first.

Germany's tactics were ruthless enough; the moment Tang Ye lost possession, Goretzka decisively abandoned marking Tang Ye and turned instead to trouble Wu Xi.

They simply did not want the Chinese team to carry the ball into the attacking third!

"Hey!"

Tang Ye called out to attract Wu Xi's attention, then pointed toward Wu Lei, who was cutting inside.

Hiss...

Wu Xi's nerves were taut.

Attempting a pass from this distance was by no means 100% likely to succeed.

Forget it, let's go for it!

In a sudden instant, Wu Xi felt his mind become incredibly clear.

Seizing this opportunity, Wu Xi boldly delivered the pass.

It was a low, long-range pass; the ball surged past Goretzka's side.

Successfully reached Wu Lei!

Beautiful!

According to the plan, Tang Ye made a further forward run toward Wu Lei as he received the ball.

Swish-swish!

With a single nutmeg, he sent Rüdiger flying past him, and Tang Ye moved even closer to the penalty area.

Rüdiger pulled at Tang Ye from behind.

"Fuck!"

Knowing his physical frame couldn't get past, Tang Ye quickly passed the ball to Ai Ai Kesen.

Ai Ai Kesen shielded the ball with his back to goal; unable to turn, he spotted Tang Ye lying on the grass yet still reaching out for the ball.

"..."

Not knowing what the captain was thinking, Ai Ai Kesen nevertheless passed decisively.

Lying on the ground, Tang Ye jabbed sharply with his toe, sending the ball perfectly to Wei Wei Shihao, who had cut inside into the penalty area.

"Oh!!!!"

Wei Wei Shihao's balance was slightly off, but he ultimately controlled the ball.

Smack!

He took the shot, but sent the ball straight into Neuer's arms.

"Damn!!!"

Alas, Wei Wei Shihao!

"Too slow to react."

"Mm, he probably didn't expect a teammate to deliver a through-ball under such circumstances; Wei Wei Shihao should have arrived inside the penalty area a step earlier."

Indeed, it was a great pity, but there was nothing to be done about it.

In a situation like that just now, with such a bizarre through-ball from Tang Ye, probably only Dembélé worldwide could have reacted in time.

"Hoo..."

Taking a deep breath, Tang Ye could hear his own heartbeat very clearly.

Check Dongqiu Di Live Match Report: Tang Ye delivers an extreme through-ball; Wei Wei Shihao sends the ball straight into Neuer's arms.

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