Chapter 897: Wash Away the Season

Snap!

Palmer kicked the ball straight into Dier.

Dier reacted quickly and immediately kicked the ball forward.

Fuck!

Guardiola clasped his head, screaming in anguish—clearly furious with Palmer’s performance.

What the hell are you doing!?

Control the ball, don’t just hack at it!

Guardiola is furious!

Palmer was still smiling as he played on the pitch, while his substitutes on the bench had already begun to worry for him.

If you keep playing like this, do you even want to stay at Man City next season?

It’s difficult!

United launched a counterattack; Tang Ye showed no mercy—he took the ball and immediately began his run.

He moved fast, seemingly determined to deny Stones any chance to defend him.

Feint avoided!

Success!

Perfect—he used a series of quick moves to dodge Stones, dragging the ball toward the left flank.

Rashford was already positioned on the left, ready to receive; if Tang Ye passed to him, the United winger could immediately charge toward the byline.

But!

Rashford was marked tightly by Walker—getting the ball now seemed impossible!

Knowing he couldn’t pass, Tang Ye signaled Luke Shaw to make a run forward, while watching Stones’ position and searching for Kane.

There it is.

The familiar three-line pattern!

Snap!

Left-footed cut-back to Kane.

After receiving Kane’s return pass, Tang Ye instantly kicked the ball back to Luke Shaw behind him.

Right!

Luke Shaw, tense and focused, launched a long pass toward Dembélé, who was overlapping on the right.

Chest control!

Snap!

Dembélé controlled the ball, turned to maneuver—but Cancelo kicked it away.

Damn!

Dembélé grabbed his head in frustration after missing the chance.

Just give it to Dálo!

Tang Ye looked up and pointed to Dálo waiting on the right sideline; Dembélé rubbed his head, embarrassed: “I thought he hadn’t come up yet.”

Look before you control the ball.

Tang Ye gave Dembélé a thumbs-up, reminding his teammate to fix his habit of not scanning before controlling.

…

Luke Shaw, link up with Rashford.

It’s hard to get through—Walker and Stones are defending brilliantly!

As Bernardo Silva closed in, Tang Ye had no choice but to run over and block him with his body, denying any passing lane.

Give it to me, give it to me!

After receiving Rashford’s return pass, Tang Ye shoved Bernardo with his shoulder and pushed toward the arc.

Don’t give him space!

Someone shouted—it didn’t matter who—now every Man City defender was fully alert.

Don’t give Tang Ye any chance!

While dribbling with his outside foot, he kept glancing sideways—he spotted Dembélé making a run down the right and sensed an opening.

Snap!

Left-footed through ball!

Tang Ye wanted Dembélé—but his intention was spotted by Ruben Dias.

Snap!

Dias cleared the ball.

McTominay rushed in to head it, but Ederson punched it away.

United’s corner!

Ruben Dias, Portuguese defender, Tang Ye’s old rival.

Yeah, he understands Tang Ye’s technique well.

Let’s see how United uses this corner opportunity.

They have many aerial threats—Kane, Dier, and Rodri are all good passing options for Tang Ye.

Beep!

Snap!

Pass forward to Dálo.

Tactical corner!

Dálo stopped the ball, then gently nudged it forward.

Tang Ye ran up.

Snap!

Wow!!!

Here it comes—Tang Ye’s cross!

It’s aimed at the back post!

Kane!

Kane jumped—but couldn’t reach the ball.

Not over yet—Rodri surged in from the back post, powering a header past Stones.

Gooo—aaaa—lll!!!

Goal! Goal!

Rodri scores!

1:0!

United leads!

Boom boom boom boom boom!

That header came suddenly.

In the 17th minute of the first half, United leads 1:0!

Roar—!!!

Rodri slid on his knees, collided with Tang Ye, then performed the Dragon Armor fusion celebration.

Fuck, hah!

Tang Ye hugged Rodri’s head: “Nice!”

The director replayed United’s goal, then immediately cut to Guardiola.

The cameraman zoomed in on Guardiola’s scalp.

Both are bald, but Guardiola’s head and Ten Hag’s are very different.

Ten Hag’s scalp is smooth; Guardiola’s is covered in red marks—all dug out by his own fingernails.

Mr. Pep is under immense pressure!

Many fans watching on TV couldn’t help but feel sorry for Guardiola.

In tactics and transfers, Guardiola has done quite well—but he just can’t win trophies.

Is the 100-point title of 17-18 now a lost history?

“I think Guardiola must seriously reconsider now—if this continues, Man City will be forced to win nothing this season…”

…

“bluemoon, you saw me standing alone~”

“without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own~”

Man City’s anthem is distinctive across the Premier League—“Blue Moon” has a very soothing melody, more like a quiet concert than a football match.

The tune matches Man City’s style: calm, composed passing.

That’s exactly what makes Man City superior to other teams.

Bernardo passed to Stones.

Stones passed to Palmer.

Palmer didn’t rush—he played a few passes with Grealish and Gundogan, waiting until United’s defense was disrupted, then finally delivered his pass.

The through ball found De Bruyne precisely.

“Oh!!!”

The atmosphere in the stadium grew tense.

Rodri and Dalot moved in, hoping to disrupt De Bruyne.

De Bruyne looked to Haaland for a combination.

Thud!

Haaland shrugged off De Ligt’s tackle and returned the ball to De Bruyne.

“He’s going to shoot directly!”

“De Bruyne!”

“Oh! That was close!”

“De Bruyne’s angled shot from distance lacked a bit of speed…”

“Huh, if Tang Ye had taken that shot, it would’ve likely gone in. But we can’t say that—after all, De Bruyne’s age speaks for itself; he’s no longer in his prime.”