Football: I am only 16 years old, and you want me to retire and make a comeback?

Chapter 157: Escrivá! Totally wrong! (2 more double monthly tickets requested!)

"Athleeeeeetic!"

As soon as the score reached 1:1, the already bustling San Mamés Stadium seemed to suddenly explode, with the home team's flags flying in the stands and fans shouting the name of the scorer.

Aduriz!

Aritz Aduriz!
He scored against Villarreal!
He equalized the score!

"Depend on……"

Tang Ye put his hands in his pockets, looking helpless.

"It's fine"

Bruno walked over and patted Tang Ye's hand, as a comfort to Tang Ye.

Although he has rich competition experience, Bruno still feels a little uncomfortable in this situation.

He could feel that Villarreal was having a hard time in this game.

If you are leading, it doesn’t matter, just play some defense.

But now Villarreal is not in the leading position, they have conceded a goal to their opponents!

The camera turned to Escribá on the visiting team's bench, and the Villarreal coach's expression was not very good.

The speed of Athletic Bilbao's long pass counterattack was indeed beyond his expectations!
“Beep!!!!”

Half-time report from the Football Emperor: Athletic Bilbao drew 1:1 with Villarreal at home, with Tang Ye assisting from a set-piece.

[He got in right away. Does it seem like the opponent has good luck? ]

[Is this luck? This is the defense being broken. I remember Musacchio and Ruiz were both pretty reliable. What happened this time?]

[Escrivá, you're such a loser, why not play 4231 if not 433? ]

[The team probably played in 433 because they thought the opponent would counterattack quickly.]

[That's no use. We just got scored on the counterattack.]

[To be honest, Villarreal should play the way Tang Ye is comfortable with, as long as he masters this path. I can lead Villarreal to win if I am the coach]

[In the second half, the defenders can move back a little and pass the ball to Tang more often! ]

The visiting team's locker room at midfield was quiet.

Although it was a draw, Villarreal was the side that was led but then equalized, so the players are not in a good mood now.

Tang Ye sat in the corner, pouting, silently counting the chewing gum in his hand.

“We should be ahead.”

Rodri whispered, then took a piece of gum from Tang Ye's backpack: "Come on in the second half!"

"Um"

Tang Ye nodded.

However, it is still a bit difficult for him to adjust his emotions.

crunch--

Marty pushed the tactical whiteboard in front of Escrivá, who quickly drew on it with a pen.

"Mark the man! Mark the man, this is the core of defense"

"What you need to do is to keep an eye on their wingers, and the defenders as well. Their defenders also have good offensive capabilities, which is what we need to pay attention to."

"..."

Escribá briefly talked to the players about the opponent's tactics in the first half, and then pointed out the problems of each player. Tang Ye was also named. His problem was that he switched between offense and defense too slowly.

Keeping this in mind, Tang Ye's eyes were fixed on Escriva in the middle of the room.

He was waiting for Mr. Phelan to speak and change the team's tactics for the second half of the game.

Tang Ye had been sitting on the stool waiting for almost 10 minutes, but the respected Mr. Fei Lan never said what Tang Ye wanted to hear.

"call……"

Pursed lips, there is nothing I can do.

The coach had no intention of changing tactics, so as a player Tang Ye could only continue to follow the tactics of the first half.

……

At the beginning of the second half, Tang Ye rubbed his hands and ran out of the tunnel behind Rodri.

“Athletic!”

“Athletic!”

It has not even been 20 minutes since the equalizer and the home fans are now very enthusiastic.

There is no doubt that the second half of the game will be a challenge for Villarreal.

And it’s a very difficult challenge!

After all the players from both sides came out, Escriva and Valverde came out of the tunnel together, shook hands and sat back in their seats.

Looking at the game data displayed on Marty's computer, Villarreal's ball possession rate is still in the leading position, and is even higher than when they played against weaker teams before.

Ball possession rate represents the stability of a team, which can give fans and coaches a sense of security.

But for some reason, Escrivá now feels insecure after seeing the ball possession data.

Reach out and touch your hair.

It's very rough, even a little prickly.

It doesn't have that smooth feeling as before!

This……

The sudden changes above his head made Escrivaton feel under great pressure.

This, what is going on!
In the 58th minute of the second half, when the game was in a stalemate, Rodri suddenly seized the opportunity to steal the ball from Garcia, and Villarreal's attack was directly launched.

"No no no, stop stop stop!"

"Fuck you, xuuu——!!!"

The home team fans began to get anxious, and Rodri, who had completed the steal, immediately passed the ball to Jaume who was on the left.

Run forward quickly!

This was Tang Ye's subconscious action.

Avoid Besga!
Go to the open space in front and get the ball!

Tang Ye ran very hard, but unfortunately he was still a step late in the end.

Rico took that empty space first!

There was no choice, Tang Ye started looking for another location.

If you can't stand in the middle, you can only move to the left!

Snapped!
Costa passed the ball from behind.

"come here!"

Tang Ye called Halle over in advance to respond, and he stretched out his foot to stop Costa's through ball.

Pass it to Ale!

Keep running!

Alera turned around and passed the ball directly to the left baseline!

perfect!

Tang Ye stretched out his foot to control Ale's through ball.

The two players from Utrecht made a very good two-pass combination on the left side!

Tang Ye originally wanted to continue cutting inside, but running from the backcourt to the frontcourt had exhausted him.

He needs some time to relax!
"Come!"

Sansone ran to Tang Ye and Tang Ye passed the ball to him.

Then Sansone took the ball and pressed the opponent's defense!

The cooperation was very good. Tang Ye did not stand there in a daze. After observing for a while, he jogged to the position he thought was suitable.

Maybe the ball will suddenly fly in front of him?

Sansone made a series of moves outside the penalty area and finally passed the ball to Bakambu at the back post!

Bakambu stopped the ball!
Give the ball to your right foot!

Then push one!
Snapped!
Goalkeeper Kepa sat down on the spot and blocked Bakambu's shot with his thigh.

Haller wanted to make another shot, but Kepa reached out and grabbed the ball.

"Oh! What a pity!"

"Sansone's pass was actually very good, but he passed it right to Bakambu's left foot!"

"If it was a right-foot pass, Bakambu would have shot directly and the ball would have gone in!"

The defect of his weak foot was revealed at this time, and Bakambu, who missed the chance to score, roared at the air helplessly.

If you don't have confidence shooting with your left foot, you must adjust the ball to your right foot.

It was because of this half second of adjustment that Bakambu lost the best opportunity to shoot!

"Depend on!"

Escriva raised his hands sharply upward.

Seeing that he was about to lose the game, Escrivá could no longer sit still.

Stand up and walk to the edge of the court.

"Come back, come back quickly! Watch out for people!"

"Watch out for people!"

The sudden movement from the visiting team's bench immediately attracted the director's attention.

The camera turned around, and Escriva's anxious expression caused the commentator to sigh.

"It seems that Villarreal's head coach is getting a little impatient in this situation!"

"Yes, there is nothing we can do about it, because we can see that Villarreal lags behind Athletic Bilbao in all other data except ball possession."

"As the head coach, Escrivá needs to think of a solution now!"

[Fuck, this game gave me so much pressure]

[Will King Tang lose his first game after receiving the award? 】

[Don't do it, brother]

[I can’t explain it, but I feel like today’s Villarreal team lacked something. I remember Villarreal’s assists were inexplicable, just like Utrecht before.]

66th minute!

"I rely on!"

Tang Ye looked up at the sky and Laporte's long pass from the backcourt went over his head.

At this moment, Tang Ye had an idea of ​​jumping up and heading the ball away with his head, but reason told him that this was impossible.

This ball is about 7 or 8 meters high!

Landing in the frontcourt, Aduriz headed the ball to Williams on the left, then turned quickly.

"Go back!"

Escrivá yelled, and Ruiz and Musacchio ran back almost at the same time.

But it seemed too late, Williams passed the ball forward.

After Aduriz got the ball in front, he was already in a one-on-one situation!
Depend on!
Asenho rushed out and focused on Aduriz's knees and the ball under his feet. Aduriz continued to walk into the penalty area!

Aduriz enters the penalty area!
Asenho spread his legs and arms, and his whole body formed a "K". At this time, his defensive coverage area was the largest.

Aduriz gave the ball a gentle push and it rolled in between Asenho's legs.

"GGGG-OOOOO-LLLL!!!"

"The ball is in!"

"Aduriz's goal!"

Scored twice!

Aduriz's double helped Athletic Bilbao overtake the score!
2: 1!

"Roar——!!!"

Aduriz, who scored the goal, couldn't suppress his excitement at all. He stood up and ran off the field.

"Depend on!"

Escriva slammed his right hand into the air.

Falling behind!
Villarreal is behind!
"Wowow!!"

“Athletic!”

“Athletic!”

With Aduriz's solo goal to reverse the score, the passion in San Mames Stadium was ignited.

The announcer on the scene called out the name of the goal scorer in deep and powerful Spanish.

"ADURIZZZZZ!!!"

hiss--

Tang Ye stood on the grass, took a deep breath, and felt very uncomfortable.

Damn, if Costa had been able to run to that open space earlier when he was dribbling the ball in the last attack, Villarreal would be leading now!
But Tang Ye had no way of running to that position in advance, his position in the 433 formation was very far back!
“Athletic!”

“Athletic!”

The second ball of the second half was kicked out by Alai from the center circle, and the stadium was filled with the sound of home fans shouting the team name.

Escriva on the sidelines had his hands in his pockets, his face completely black.

Suddenly it rang, and Escriva looked up at the large screen hanging above the podium.

The screen shows the current game time.

75'39 ''
Less than 76 minutes, which means if injury time is included, the game should have about 15 or 16 minutes left.

"This……"

Escriva's brain was thinking quickly.

Tom is a loan player, a loan player with no buyout clause, and Escribá knows this, so Tom should not be the core of the team.

But the current situation...

Depend on!
"Tom, move forward! Move forward!"

Escrivá waved his hands wildly at Tang Ye on the field. The latter was stunned for a moment and pointed to the position in front of him, as if he was confirming with the coach.

"Front, go front, kick the front midfielder!"

ok!

Tang Ye gave Escriva a thumbs up and ran straight to the front.

"call……"

Taking a deep breath, Escriva was already sweating profusely.

Tom is a loan player, but...

Just once!
The last time!

This is absolutely the last time!
The game continued, and the Villarreal players on the field received instructions from Escrivá and switched the formation to 4231 while kicking the ball.

It is actually very simple to change from 4231 to 433. Rodri and Bruno move to the middle, and then Tangye and Ale move forward.

It seems like a simple change, but the impact is huge.

The biggest impact is that after changing to 4231, King Tang will play more comfortably!

It's like suddenly... coming home!
"Tang Ye's position has begun to move forward, so if nothing unexpected happens, Villarreal's ball possession rate should be reduced..."

"Oh, sorry sorry!"

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing about the king of football, He Wei suddenly panicked.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Villarreal should use their ball possession rate to launch the next attack!"

"Castillejo just came on the field!"

"Go ahead and give it to Alai!"

Ale retreated to receive the ball, stopped and controlled the ball, accurately finding Tang Ye who was running up.

This is the most comfortable part of the 4231 formation. There is only a short distance between Tang Ye, who likes to pretend to be a striker, and the team's real striker!

He can provide support quickly!

Snapped!
The ball was passed to Tang Ye, who kicked it to the left with his left foot to get rid of Rico in the middle.

Dribble the ball forward!

Alai and Sansone are both speeding up!

Good opportunity!
Tang Ye caught the gap in front.

Snapped!
[De Bruyne 45-degree cross level 4: realistic]

Proficiency: 37/500
"oh!!!"

The fans started to panic!
Tang Ye's pass was to the back of the penalty area, which is on the left side.

Sansone, back off!

Back again!

Jump up and head the ball!
boom!
Sansone's header hit the ball passed by Tang Ye into the penalty area, and the ball bounced back and hit Alai's chest.

Alai squat down!
Another header!
boom!
"oh!!!"

In the stands behind the goal, fans stood up and held the back of their heads with their hands.

Alai's header went wide!

"I rely on..."

Alai stood motionless in the penalty area.

His header deviated from the direction and flew directly outside the right post!

"This……"

Tang Ye, who was about to run up to steal the chicken, did not move.

Damn, this is such a pity!
A header opportunity facing the goalkeeper, but Haller didn't seize it!
"..."

Escriva spread his hands, and after a long silence, he sat back on his seat on the bench.

This was the best attack played by Villarreal in the second half!
It just lacks this finishing touch!
“Athletic!”

After the silence it was time for Athletic Bilbao fans to celebrate.

I almost thought Villarreal would equalize the game, but they still held on!
Coach Valverde breathed a sigh of relief as time passed by.

Villarreal fans are counting on their golden boy to come forward and save the team.

The problem is that Villarreal's golden boy doesn't have very good physical fitness. After 80 minutes of the game his condition will begin to decline rapidly. There is nothing that can be done about it!

Villarreal attacked fiercely, while Athletic Bilbao defended tenaciously.

“Beep, beep, beep—!!!!”

Football Emperor's report: Villarreal lost 1:2 to Athletic Bilbao away from home and suffered their first defeat of the season. Tang Ye made a direct assist from a set piece.

"Huchihuchi..."

After the final whistle, Tang Ye was still gasping for breath.

He was very unwilling, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Escribá was being interviewed outside, and the Villarreal players were lifeless in the locker room.

Alai hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to stand up and take the blame: "It's my problem, it's my problem. The header at the end should have been scored."

"fine!"

Bruno pulled Allegri back to the bench: "If we lose, we lose. Don't take the responsibility alone. This is a problem for all of us."

Tang Ye sneaked up to Alai and sat down.

Haller performed very well throughout the game, but it was the final header error that was fatal!

"It's fine!"

Tang Ye didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only put his hand on Alai's thigh.

"Fuck, your muscles are so hard"

"Ha ha!"

Tang Ye's words made Musacchio laugh out loud: "Tom, this isn't the point right now, right?"

"No, I'm telling the truth, I'm not lying to you."

Tang Ye grabbed Musacchio's hand and put it on Alai's thigh: "I didn't lie to you, I told you, Sebastian's thigh is very hard!"

Musacchio took his hand off Alai's thigh, then placed it on Tangye's thigh and squeezed it twice: "What about you, Tom?"

“I, I…”

Tang Ye touched his nose: "I have been practicing recently, and I think I will be as good as Sebastian soon."

The players are slowly adjusting their emotions. Everyone stayed in the locker room and chatted, and soon their mood recovered.

But at this time, there is another person in Huang Qian who is facing pressure.

Escriva!
Unlike the players in the locker room who were slowly adjusting their mentality, Escribá was about to face reporters.

What he has to face are Spanish football journalists who keep putting pressure on him!
In the bathroom, Escriva scrubbed his face with ice water.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Escriva's heart was pounding!
"Depend on!"

A roar was shouted, and the echo of Escriva resounded in the circular passage.

After the game, Escrivá finally realized his mistake.

No, it's not a bug.

What Escrivá is doing is a crime!
He pulled the newly crowned Villarreal king down from his core position.

As the head coach of the team, he actually wants to overthrow the emperor of the team?

Absolutely ridiculous!
Wrong, totally wrong, absolutely wrong!

Escriva regretted it, but at the same time he knew that nothing could be done to save the situation.

He did move the emperor's carriage.

Looking at the watch on his left hand, Escrivá would enter the press room in 2 minutes.

He needed to be punished there, because that was where he feared the most.

public opinion!

……

(End of this chapter)