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

Chapter 490 A master like you must have incredibly skillful techniques! (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month)
"Tang Ye!"

"It's Tang Ye again!"

2-1, the Chinese team successfully reversed the score before the end of the first half.

Tang Ye slid down to deliver the pass, then jumped up and collided with Yu Hanchao.

This is probably the toughest match the Chinese team has played so far in this Asian Cup, but fortunately they are now in the lead.

"huhu"

After catching his breath, Tang Ye hugged his teammates.

Tang Ye scored the goal, but he wasn't actually the happiest one.

"Wo!"

Yan Junling clenched his right fist.

The team fell behind because of his mistake.

I can't imagine how much criticism he would receive if he lost this match.

Good thing!

Fortunately, Tang Ye continued to perform steadily!

That was amazing, King of Football!

Stepping on the sidelines and dancing, China's great number 10 once again dominated the game.

Gulu!

Lippi returned to the bench, took a small sip of water, and his expression remained unchanged.

But not everyone can be as calm as Mr. Marcello.

"TomTom!"

Madaloni kept jumping up and down, landing and then jumping up again, making his shirt messy.

42th minute!

After the score was 2-1, the Chinese team decisively started to play on the defensive, and Tang Ye took this opportunity to show off his superb tackling ability.

But Iran remained cautious, preventing Tang Ye from getting close to their players with the ball.

"Go back, go back!"

Signaling Hao Junmin to return to defense, Tang Ye took the initiative to run towards Taremi.

Iran decisively abandoned Taremi as a receiving point.

Jahanbakhsh went straight for Azmoun, who was at the very front.

Azmoun received the ball and walked straight into the penalty area!

They were playing a bit too aggressively, and the Chinese players started to retreat.

boom!
Azmoun suddenly unleashed a long-range shot.

duang!

It hit the pillar and bounced off!
Seizing the opportunity, the Chinese team's defense quickly broke through.

Tang Ye led Wu Lei to try and win the ball.

Hajsafi got the first point.

I thought Iran would play a slow, penetrating passing game like before, but Hajsafi played a through ball directly to them.

boom!
The pass was incredibly accurate, a low pass between Shi Ke and Feng Xiaoting, aimed at Azmoun who was just rushing into the penalty area.

"He's one-on-one with the opponent!"

The commentator clutched his head.

Under the watchful eyes of millions, Azmoun suddenly collapsed at the top of the arc.

"!!!"

"Eh!"

Sensing something was wrong, Tang Ye suddenly accelerated and rushed over, blocking the referee's path.

"Sir, sir, please listen to me, please listen to me, this isn't a direct foul. We have a positional advantage..."

"Beep!"

The referee blew his whistle and then pulled a red card out of his pocket.

"Oh!!!"

“Beep beep beep!!!”

Chinese fans are getting anxious.

Players too!

Feng Xiaoting covered his face with his hands, his gaze somewhat vacant.

He made a mistake.

"That shouldn't have happened!"

"The Chinese team captain made a super, super, super huge mistake!"

"The first half isn't over yet. Even if you give the opponent a one-on-one chance, you can't get a red card!"

The Chinese players surrounded Tang Yetuan.

"Is a yellow card okay? A yellow card?"

Tang Ye is helping Feng Xiaoting negotiate the price.

The Chinese team's overall strength is only slightly stronger than Iran's. If they are down to ten men, the second half will be very difficult for them.

"We had a positional advantage, and if our player went down, we could have blocked the ball. So it wasn't really a one-on-one situation."

Shi Ke was also speaking up for Feng Xiaoting.

What he said makes some sense, but it's not entirely true.

Feng Xiaoting is indeed capable of blocking the ball.

However, Iran's through balls are very fast, and a normal center-back cannot react in time.

"gentlemen!"

Tang Ye shrugged, and in the end, the referee did not change his ruling.

Red Card: XiaoT Feng
Dongqiudi live match report: In the 43rd minute of the match, Feng Xiaoting thwarted Iran's one-on-one opportunity and was subsequently sent off with a red card.

【…】

[Damn! Is this referee an idiot?]

[Feng Xiaoting, don't cause trouble at this crucial moment, damn it!]

Good heavens, 10 against 11, invincible!

“Beep beep beep!!!”

Chinese fans at the scene expressed their dissatisfaction with the referee by making a fake whistle, and Feng Xiaoting was seen leaving the field dejectedly.

"Um……"

Lippi and Feng Xiaoting clapped hands, but there was no exchange between them.

The camera then focused on Gao Lin, who temporarily took over as captain of the national team after Feng Xiaoting left the field.

"If that's the case, then the Chinese team must make substitutions earlier than planned."

"Yes, Feng Xiaoting's red card was indeed somewhat unnecessary, but it's a fact that has already happened. What we should think about next is how to deal with it."

Playing with a three-defender formation is definitely not an option for this match, and the Chinese team doesn't know how to use a three-defender formation, so Lippi will definitely have to make a substitution.

Fortunately, the first half is about to end, giving the Chinese team's coaching staff time to think things through.

"Beep, beep beep!!!"

……

"call……"

Tang Ye squatted on the ground.

The first half is finally over!

After Feng Xiaoting was sent off with a red card, Tang Ye felt that time had slowed down.

It's really difficult to defend when you're down a player!

"Come!"

Gao Lin pulled Tang Ye up from the ground.

“Beep beep beep!!”

"It's okay, we can win!"

"Go, Tang Ye! Go!"

"Wuh Jung-hwan!"

"..."

The Chinese team's locker room was unusually quiet; no one spoke, and Feng Xiaoting huddled in a corner, feeling guilty.

He felt he had to say something.

"Um, I... I shouldn't have taken that red card. But the situation was too urgent, I..."

"It's alright, it's alright, Brother Ting is fine!"

Wang Shenchao and Zhang Linpeng tried to comfort them.

To be honest, the red card came quite suddenly; the Chinese team was completely unprepared for it.

"Brother Ting"

Tang Ye raised his hand to signal to Feng Xiaoting, "It's a small problem. We're sure to win in the end anyway, so losing one player won't matter."

"..."

Feng Xiaoting was speechless.

Madaloni seemed to find the atmosphere somewhat unbearable.

"OK, OK!"

Madaloni walked over to Feng Xiaoting: "The red card is already issued, so let's leave it at that, okay? I don't understand what you guys are saying, but I roughly understand that now is not the time to comfort our teammates; we need to think of a solution."

"We were down to ten men in the second half, and that's a problem we need to solve."

"When someone makes a mistake, we need to take responsibility together. If you want to comfort your teammates, then fucking win the game. Talking won't do any good!"

Madaloni was ruthless; he cursed everyone in the locker room with just a few words.

But he then realized that his tone had been a bit harsh.

"I'm sorry, I meant... you know, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." "It's okay, it's okay."

Zhang Linpeng reached out and touched Madaloni's arm, just as Lippi had finished getting ready.

"The second half will be crucial. First of all, a three-defender formation is definitely not feasible; I cannot allow us to have a three-defender formation. Therefore, I will substitute Yu Hanchao and use a striker to fill the gap in defense."

"Replacing Zheng Zhi with CD (Cheng Dong) would be roughly a 4-3-2 formation, which would be a better approach. As for why it's better, time is limited, so I won't explain."

Lippi began to explain slowly, at which point Tang Ye, as if remembering something, asked in English, "Then should I play as an attacking midfielder, or something else?"

"Defensive midfielder, switch directly to defensive midfielder."

Lippi gave a positive answer: "In the second half, we will have three defensive midfielders and two attacking midfielders. We have forwards, but they won't be available when we're defending, because we'll be down a man, and the other positions will have to cover for us defensively."

Tang Ye could clearly see that Lippi had sweat on his forehead, as did Madaloni.

Playing with one less player, and then trying out a three-defensive-midfielder formation for the first time in actual combat.

In the second half, the Chinese team was essentially fighting for survival.

Reaching into his backpack, Tang Ye pulled out a small pile of chewing gum.

Take one out, unpack it, and put it in your mouth.

I took another one, and again, I opened the packaging and put it in my mouth.

Tang Ye ate a total of 5 pieces of chewing gum, and only stopped when he felt the strong minty flavor in his mouth.

Wu Lei watched all of this from the sidelines, but didn't say anything.

Gao Lin handed the captain's armband to Zheng Zhi, who was about to come on as a substitute. Zheng Zhi then gestured for all the players in the room to stand up.

"In the second half, let's all press harder and play better. Let's include Xiaoting's contribution too!"

"Even though we're down a man, we're still in the lead, and we'll keep leading in the second half. Is that okay?"

"Roar!!!"

With their energy boosted, the Chinese team players are ready for the second half of the game.

Tang Ye stood in the middle of the locker room stretching his calf muscles.

Tang Ye glanced at Feng Xiaoting, wanting to go up and say something, but then, remembering Madaloni's earlier remarks, he gave up.

After hesitating for about half a minute, Tang Ye finally came to Feng Xiaoting.

"Brother Ting"

"It's alright, watch me take on both of them by myself."

Tang Ye and Feng Xiaoting bumped fists.

Stepping out of the locker room, Tang Ye's expression was terrifyingly serious.

At the most critical moment, the villain king has to step up his game.

Having obtained so much power from the evil altar, now is the time to use it!
Kill them!

"Tom"

Iranian player Taremi approached Tang Ye, scratching the back of his head: "Um... can I have your jersey after the match? My youngest son is a fan of yours."

"Oh, haha, of course, no problem."

Tang Ye hugged Taremi: "Remember to remind me, because I tend to forget things easily."

"Thanks, Tom!"

The second half of the game begins.

Iran made no changes, while the Chinese team made two substitutions.

"Currently, the Chinese team is likely using a 4-3-2 formation. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Lippi hasn't tried a three-defender formation."

The substitutions for the Chinese team were actually quite predictable.

Because they cannot play with three defenders.

“Taremi…”

"Hmm, very fast."

Zheng Zhi went to intercept, and Taremi decisively switched the ball to the right wing.

The full-back dribbles and charges forward!
Snapped!
Before Wang Shenchao could get into position, Iran's cross from the byline was executed.

Azmoun!
boom!
The header hit Yan Junling in the arms.

Iran started the second half very aggressively, making Chinese fans quite nervous.

If the score is really reversed, wouldn't the Chinese team be eliminated in the quarterfinals?

Stop messing around, damn it!
Tang Ye slowly adjusted his position, and after Yan Junling threw the ball out, he suddenly accelerated forward.

Snapped!
Zheng Zhi made a long pass directly to the frontcourt.

The pass wasn't very accurate; the players in the attacking third had to work hard to get it back.

"Look at him!"

After assigning Gao Lin the task, Tang Ye rushed towards the target.

boom!
In the clash with the Iranian midfielder, the great GGBond ultimately prevailed.

He flicked the ball up with one foot, and then flicked it again before it hit the ground.

After bouncing the ball a few times, Zheng Zhi's long pass never landed, but Tang Ye had already dribbled the ball towards the front of the field.

After dribbling past his opponent, the ball landed in front of Tang Ye.

Okay, we've finally landed.

We've entered the restricted area!

Wow!!!

Tang Ye prepared for the operation.

Three Iranian defenders rushed into the penalty area and surrounded Tang Ye from three completely different directions.

There was no other way but to control the ball first.

After careful observation, Tang Ye ultimately chose to pass the information back.

There's really nothing I can do, bro, there are just too many people in the penalty area.

The second half has reached the 60th minute!

Iran brought on a striker, determined to catch up.

They are a strong team in the Asian Cup, how can such a strong team fall in the quarterfinals?

Jahanbakhsh came to the wing, and Zheng Zhi and Liu Yiming worked together to clear the ball out of bounds.

"Although our Chinese team did make many mistakes in defense, they have indeed made some progress from the group stage to the quarterfinals."

"Yes. The Chinese team is slowly growing, but they encountered some bad luck today. Let's see if they can overcome this!"

Feng Xiaoting's red card triggered a major incident.

The remaining 10 players on the field need to work together to withstand this lightning bolt before they can take Feng Xiaoting and ascend to heaven together!
boom!
He made a tackle from the byline, stood up, and then ran forward with the ball.

Tang Ye's advancement!
Let's check the location...

Snapped!
[De Bruyne's curved through ball lv5: Replica (Beyond the original state)]

Proficiency: 758/3500
The long pass goes straight out.

"What's this!"

He played a through ball from the baseline, and it was very low to the ground.

Tang Ye put a lot of effort into this shot; the ball maintained a high speed even while rubbing against the grass.

"Tang Ye's pass seems a bit too casual?"

Under the watchful eyes of the fans, the through ball went directly to the Iranian defense, and the center-back came up to receive the ball.

It looked like they were giving the other team possession, but then the ball in the shot suddenly made a slight curve.

Then...

They've reached Wu Lei's feet!

!

Wu Lei knew this was a good opportunity, and with a right-footed pull-up pass, he nutmegged the Iranian defender.

Then they hit the door!
"The ball is in!"

"Wu Lei!"

"3:1!"

"China has scored again despite playing with one less player!"

The Chinese players on the bench rushed out excitedly, and the players on the field also celebrated.

The replay showed fans witnessing Tang Ye's incredibly long through ball once again.

Almost...

Hmm, 60 meters?
Fans didn't need to guess anymore; the broadcaster directly showed the precise length of Tang Ye's low, through pass.

64.6 m.

boom!
Tang Ye and Wu Lei collided, and Tang Ye landed hard on his backside, collapsing to the ground.

"A master like you must be incredibly skilled at drinking!"

"Take a big gulp~"

"Turning the rivers and seas upside down!"

I don't know who started it, but Chinese fans began singing a song.

It feels somewhat familiar, but I just can't remember where it comes from.

"A master like you must have incredibly amazing skills!"

"Horizontal strokes, left-falling strokes, vertical strokes, right-falling strokes, hooks, dots, and turns—all flow freely~"

Who is the master that Chinese fans are talking about, who is good at drinking and has amazing skills?

Yes……

"Master! Master!"

Madaloni shouted loudly in his newly learned Chinese, ran over, knelt on the ground, and kissed Tang Ye's forehead.

"Oh, sir!"

Tang Ye lay on the grass with his hands raised, like a zombie about to jump out of a coffin.

Dongqiudi Live Match Report: Tang Ye's 60-meter super through ball assists Wu Lei's goal, 10-man China leads Iran 3-1.

……

(End of this chapter)