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

Chapter 220: Reject Barcelona's reversal, Tang Ye's long-range and short-range attack! (Seeking monthly votes)
"Till we found the sea of ​​green~"

"Now we live beneath the waves~"

“In our yellow submarine~~~”

"..."

Villarreal's team song rang out at the Bernabeu Stadium.

The camera turned to the visiting team's stands, and all the Barcelona fans had gloomy faces. Their current condition was obviously not very good.

As for the Villarreal fans...

The Villarreal fans are all jumping up and down now.

The reason is simple, they scored one more goal than Barcelona, ​​as long as they keep this score till the end they can win the cup!
"we won"

Marty said suddenly.

Look at Escrivá on the side. The Villarreal coach stretched his upper body forward, squinted his eyes and said nothing.

He was under too much pressure in today's game.

Escrivá will not celebrate before victory is assured.

The time came to the 82nd minute of the game.

As the lagging side, Enrique commanded Barcelona to launch a quick counterattack.

"Left, left! Move to the left!"

"In front, yes, yes!"

"Look at the top of the arc!"

After commanding a round of attack, Enrique glanced in the direction of the fourth official.

hiss--

Including the extra time, there should be 10 minutes left...

clap clap!

Messi and Suarez played a very quick one-two combination.

Suarez comes near the baseline!

"Oh!"

The fans were under a lot of pressure, but Suarez was not in a hurry at this time. He kept the ball under his feet and did not move.

Finger restricted area!
Messi runs in straight from behind Costa!
!!!

Costa knew there was no defender behind him.

We must not let Messi get the ball in there!
Turning quickly, Costa used his body to pressure Messi, and ended up stepping on Messi's shoes.

Done!

Looking at Messi falling in front of him, Costa looked as pale as death.

“Beep!!!!”

"Beep beep beep!!!"

The Barcelona fans in the stands were anxious.

"Penalty kick!"

"Referee, penalty!"

"Foul! Foul!"

The depressed visiting team's stands suddenly exploded, with fans pointing and shouting at Costa and Messi on the field.

The referee ran over quickly, blew the whistle and pointed to the penalty spot.

"Hey!"

Bruno and Musacchio ran up and said, "Sir, this isn't a penalty, is it?"

"Come on, their positions are the same, our players used their upper bodies to block the opponent, this is not a penalty!"

Bruno walked towards the referee's face, and Pique ran over and pushed Bruno away.

"My day..."

Tang Ye stood in his position, staring blankly at Messi who was helped up by Neymar in the penalty area.

Penalty...

After failing to complain to the referee, the Villarreal players fell silent.

Heaven and hell are just a thought away, and their advantage no longer exists!

"Depend on!"

"Why!"

"Costa, there's no need for that, damn..."

Wang Chao held the back of his head with both hands.

His world is about to fall!

Messi was dribbling the ball to find his feel, and Escribá returned to the sidelines without him noticing.

The worst thing happened.

This penalty kick may very well be Barcelona's chance to equalize the score!

Turning to look at Enrique next to him, as expected, the Barcelona coach's expression relaxed.

This is his trust in Messi's penalty kick level!
The players of both teams stood outside the penalty area, Messi stood on the penalty spot, and Asenho was jumping in front of him.

"Beep!"

Messi took a deep breath.

approach!

Hit the door!

boom!
Asenho stepped in the right direction, but Messi hit a ten-point corner at the top right!

The ball went in!
"Roar--!!!"

Messi spread his arms and ran towards the bottom of the stands.

"Messi!!!"

Barcelona fans started their carnival.

"I rely on..."

Tang Ye spat out the chewing gum in his mouth and replaced it with a new one.

His hands were shaking, his lungs felt like he couldn't breathe, and his eyes were a little hot.

It just so happened that they were a little tired after playing for more than 80 minutes, so Tang Ye just squatted on the grass.

"Depend on!"

Seeing Tang Ye like this, Wang Chao and the fans in the live broadcast room were heartbroken.

"Come on! Come on!"

Bruno yelled at his teammates in the penalty area: "It's a draw! It's a draw now, not behind, we didn't lose! Cheer up, stop it!"

Rodri came over and tried to help Tang Ye up, but Tang Ye stood up as soon as he stretched out his hand: "Rodri, what's wrong?"

"Are you ok?"

Rodri looked Tang Ye up and down. He felt that Tang Ye was about to collapse at any time.

Of course, Rodri is not much better.

"It's fine"

Tang Ye and Rodri bumped fists: "There is still a chance, there is still a chance"

There is still a chance...

Rodri did not answer Tang Ye's words.

Tom is still as naive as ever.

The massive counterattack in the second half almost exhausted the physical strength of all the starting players.

At this time, we played overtime against Barcelona, ​​whose players were full of energy.

Will Huang Qian really have a chance?
Live match report from the Football Emperor: Messi fell to the ground after being fouled in the penalty area, and then he took the penalty kick himself and scored, and Barcelona equalized the game.

The game resumed, and the comment section of the football app had exploded.

Although the base of Villarreal fans is not large.

But there are so many Real Madrid fans and Tang Yeren fans!

They are all ready to celebrate their victory.

As a result, Barcelona suddenly equalized the score!

Who can stand this?

Wang Chao looked at the TV screen with a frown.

"Damn... I feel like Tang Ye is about to cry, please stop it"

The game reached the 87th minute.

"Let's go!"

Tang Ye shouted loudly, and after Cheryshev got in position on the left side, he passed the ball straight to him.

Cheryshev has just come on and is full of energy, so Tang Ye should pass the ball to him more!
Take the ball and walk into the penalty area.

Just give it a kick!
Snapped!
Ter Stegen jumped up on the spot and saved the ball.

Cheryshev held his head.

"It feels like Villarreal is playing a little anxiously now, not only the forwards, but also the defenders are a little anxious"

"But there's no way they can drag the match with Barcelona into overtime"

Villarreal has two main midfielders.

A Bruno, too old and physically weak.

Tang Ye is too young and lacks physical strength.

Once the overtime is entered, both players must be replaced. This is something that Escribá and even Villarreal fans understand.

But the problem is that Tang Ye and Bruno are too important to the team.

Any change will lead to distortion of the team's tactics.

Not to mention changing two at the same time!
In the 90th minute, the fourth official announced the injury time of the game.

3 minutes!

"call……"

With a long sigh, Escrivá walked to the bench.

"In extra time, I will replace Bruno with Santos first, and then Tom a few minutes later. This should be the best option at the moment."

Marty switched the screen on his computer to show the current heart rates of the players on the field.

"Tom's endurance has improved recently. You can replace him in the second half of overtime. 15 minutes can decide a lot."

"That's fine"

Escriva nodded.

Tang Ye still has some physical strength left, which is a good consolation for Huang Qian now.

At this moment, Marty next to him suddenly stood up.

"Oh!"

The players on the bench also stood up, and Sansone's mineral water accidentally poured on Escrivá.

But Escriva wasn't in the mood for that right now.

Hurry and go to the court!
Just now, Bruno's long pass from the backcourt accurately hit Cheryshev.

If Cheryshev could stop the ball well, this would be a one-on-one opportunity.

But unfortunately, Cheryshev did not completely remove the ball in his first stop, which gave Roberto the opportunity to return to defense.

It’s not a one-on-one fight anymore!
"Depend on!"

Escrivá held his head, and Marty beside him exhaled: "God said, we have to play overtime today"

Escrivá said nothing, his eyes fixed on the court.

After Bruno's long pass, Villarreal began a large-scale advance.

The most prominent among them is Tang Ye.

Tom is running forward with his little brother Rod!

Iniesta slowed down and tried to defend Tang Ye. At this time, Rodri next to Tang Ye suddenly accelerated and ran to the top of the arc! !

Iniesta was startled and chased after him!
There are no defensive players around Tang Ye at the moment, so he needs to seize this opportunity.

Move to Cheryshev's position on the left!
Reach out for the ball!

Snapped!
Cheryshev passed the ball to Tang Ye!

After adjusting himself, Tang Ye began to run diagonally towards the penalty area.

"coming!"

"Tang Ye switches to forward mode!"

"Run with the ball yourself!"

Although Tang Ye does not have the ability to shoot from long range, it is impossible for the Barcelona players not to deal with him as he rushes towards the penalty area.

Pique suddenly rushed forward to steal the ball!

Villarreal fans are under a lot of pressure and the stands are very noisy.

But Tang Ye couldn't hear anything. He was focused on what he was doing.

[Zidane rhythm control]!
Without further ado, when playing against Barcelona, ​​you should use more templates of Real Madrid stars!

Tang Ye pressed the 4s pause button four times in a row and ran directly past Pique without any ball protection under his feet.

Tang Ye entered the restricted area!
Pique behind him didn't dare to pull him, and there were only Umtiti and goalkeeper Ter Stegen in front of him.

Complete the judgment, this is a perfect opportunity to score!

Support your foot and stay put!
"Far corner!"

Enrique shouted.

He has made full preparations for this King's Cup final.

He knows Tom's habit of knocking on the door!
Tang Ye's entire body was facing the far corner of the goal, even the supporting angle was facing the far corner.

Swing your right leg out!
Look far away!
Push directly to a close corner!
?

Goalkeeper Ter Stegen stood motionless, watching the ball roll into the net from his right side.

This is Mbappe's template of aiming far and shooting close!

Gives you the illusion of wanting to go to the far corner.

Actually push a close angle!
Neither the defender nor the goalkeeper reacted!

"GGGGG-OOOOOO-LLLLLLL!!!!"

The on-site announcer shouted directly into the microphone, and the Villa players on the field immediately ran towards Tang Ye.

The same situation occurred on the bench. Coaches Escrivá and Marti stood in the open space in front. The players on the bench flipped out of their chairs, bypassed the coaches in front of them, and ran directly onto the court.

Escriva turned his head.

"Marty, God really wants us to play overtime"

"but……"

“It seems that the Chinese are not under God’s control”

Escrivá patted Marty on the back, straightened his suit, and ran after the players.

[What does it mean when the goalkeeper just stands still? 】

[Ter Stegen thought Tang Ye was going to shoot at the far corner, but Tang Ye shot at the near corner]

In fact, Ter Stegen is already very good.

But there is a football king on the other side.

Bro, there's nothing we can do about it.

[You get counterattack points*15]

[Score twice, you get an extra counterattack point*30]

[If Barcelona succeeds in stealing the weak period, you will get an extra counterattack point*10]

"Ha ha!"

Tang Ye and his teammates hugged each other tightly.

What made him happiest was that not only did his teammates on the field celebrate with him, but even Gonzalez and others who had been sitting on the bench also came over!

And Marty and Mr. Phelan!
Twenty people hugged each other, and Tang Ye was extremely happy as the fans in the stands cheered.

"That's right!"

Tang Ye pushed Costa away from him: "Bruno, Bruno!"

"what happened?"

Bruno wondered, and Tang Ye shouted, "Fishing! Fishing!"

"What fishing?"

Escrivá didn't react to what Tang Ye was saying. Under his close observation, the Villarreal players began their operations.

Tang Ye ran out of the crowd, stood still and made a swinging motion.

"Well, what is Tang Ye doing?"

After casting the rod, Tang Ye kept turning his right hand in circles, and while fishing and reeling in the rod, he gestured to Escriva to stand next to him.

"What...are you doing?"

Escriva didn't understand it, but he could feel it.

Hmm... this thing seems quite interesting?

"Mr. Phelan, watch this!"

As soon as Tang Ye finished speaking, Bruno, who was lying on the ground in front of him, jumped towards Tang Ye tremblingly like a huge fish that had just come ashore.

“Oh, damn…”

Escriva's eyes widened.

"OK, we're here!"

Tang Ye shouted loudly and made the final move to reel in the rod. At this moment, the Huang Qian players who were waiting nearby suddenly ran up and lifted up the big fish Bruno that Tang Ye had fished out of the water.

The players of Huang Qian stood together, Tang Ye, who was standing in the middle, gave a thumbs up, with his achievements in front of him.

Bruno the Big Fish!
Ale ran to the front and made a photo gesture with his hands.

Click, click, click!

"Ha ha!"

"Vamos!"

Tang Ye and Bruno, who was put down, high-fived each other and completed their winning celebration.

【unbelievable】

[After watching the whole process, I can probably guess who came up with this celebration]

King Tang came up with this celebration!

Wang Chao took a breath of cold air.

It’s King Tang!
He guessed that he would score the game-winning goal in the Copa del Rey final, so he and his friends prepared this celebration in advance.

Tom is in control!
Real-time battle report from the Football Emperor: Tang Ye dribbled into the penalty area and scored with a cold shot, and Villarreal defeated Barcelona.

The celebration was over, and Tang Ye slowly walked towards his position in his own half.

There were cheers from fans on both sides of the stands.

"viva TomTom～"

"viva TomTom～"

"viva TomTom～"

The fans are singing the great Tom's song!

Tang Ye raised his hands and greeted the fans in the stands, while Rodri next to him kept shouting.

"Haha, Rod, what are you doing?"

"We're going to win! Tom, how come you're still so calm!"

What Rodri said woke Tang Ye up.

Yup!

After he scored twice, Villarreal led Barcelona 4:3!
There are a total of 3 minutes of extra time, but now it is the 94th minute of the game!
“So… we won.”

After adjusting his breathing, Tang Ye covered his nose with both hands.

"Beep!"

Suarez kicked the ball out.

Give it to Pique!

Pique's long pass!

Snapped!
Pique's long pass found Neymar on the left, and Neymar stretched his foot to stop the ball.

Just as the ball stopped, Costa suddenly rushed up and tackled the ball, successfully knocking it out of the baseline.

Costa's actions were very decisive because he knew that once a dead ball occurred, the game would end immediately!

“Beep, beep, beep—!!!”

The referee blew the whistle to end the game!
"Well!"

Tang Ye held his head with both hands, and all his teammates around him ran out.

Tang Ye is enjoying the feeling at this moment!
"Tom, we won!"

Alai put his hands on Tang Ye's shoulders: "We won, we won!"

“The King’s Cup final!”

Tang Ye opened his arms and hugged Alai.

[At the age of 39, you took advantage of the weak Barcelona in the King's Cup final, causing Barcelona to miss the opportunity to win the King's Cup for four consecutive years in the 2038-39 season. At the same time, you also helped Villarreal win the first King's Cup trophy in the club's history.]

[You obtained... Barcelona Treasure Chest Legend]

Tang Ye was still celebrating with his teammates when the system brought him good news.

Barcelona Legend Treasure Box!

Tang Ye couldn't wait to open the treasure chest, but at this time his teammates in front of him were calling him, so Tang Ye opened his arms and rushed over quickly.

In the live broadcast room, Tang Ye rushed quickly towards the corner flagpole.

At this time, Messi put his hands on his waist, lowered his head and looked at the grass under his feet.

Hearing some noise nearby, he turned his head and noticed Tang Ye running away from him.

"..."

Messi was speechless.

[Invincible brothers]

[I really won the championship for Tang Qiuwang]

[A familiar feeling, winning the FA Cup in the first season, this is Tang Qiuwang]

[The Dutch Cup and the King's Cup are not at the same level]

[The 17-year-old Tang Qiuwang and the 18-year-old Tang Qiuwang are not on the same level]

The 17-year-old Tang Ye was called a little goat by fans.

What should 18-year-old Tang Ye be like?
【Tang Ye, goat! 】

Coming to the edge of the court, Tang Ye put his left hand on Rodri's shoulder and his right hand on Bruno's shoulder, looking at the fans in the stands who were shouting his name.

"Miracle!"

Bruno suddenly shouted.

"what?"

The noise at the scene was a bit noisy, and Tang Ye didn't hear clearly what Bruno said.

"I say, you are a miracle, a miracle of God!"

Bruno pointed to the Villarreal fans in the stands and said, "Tom, everyone is shouting your name. Do you know why?"

"Why, why?"

Bruno pushed Tang Ye towards the stands.

"Because you let Villarreal's followers see something they haven't seen before!"

……

(End of this chapter)