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

Chapter 797 Wu Lei, you are the world's number one striker today!

Why? This referee is seriously weird! Does he have Instagram? I'm going to go and wreck his Instagram account.

[Essen is taking the blame for this whole thing, what about our substitutions?]

[The classic mistake is blaming the coach for falling behind. With Chi Zhongguo and Zhang Linpeng in this form, what's the point of us playing? And Wu Xi keeps looking for Tang Ye whenever he gets the ball. It's driving me crazy.]

The comments section has exploded.

At such a crucial juncture, the Chinese team was actually behind.

This is absolutely, absolutely unacceptable!
boom!
Tang Ye pushed open the locker room door and kicked a mineral water bottle off the floor.

"This referee, damn it!"

"Hey, calm down, calm down."

Marty pushed Tang Ye to his seat, while Eskeriva was already working on the tactics board.

"Okay! Almost done..."

"I know you're all anxious right now, but I have to say, I'm anxious too. But being anxious now is useless, absolutely useless, and might even affect our performance on the field!"

Eskeriva said.

With time running out, the Spanish coach immediately began talking to any players in the locker room.

"The referee's decisions certainly played a part in why we fell behind, but that's something we can't change. That's not what we're talking about, okay?"

"What we can change is our own performance. Haven't you realized that we didn't play well enough, or rather, we played terribly!"

"..."

The Chinese national football players in the locker room all raised their heads.

Escriva rarely uses adjectives like "too bad" or "too terrible".

It's clear that the Chinese team's head coach is genuinely angry.

Or, to be more precise, it should be described as tension.

As a Champions League-winning coach, it's surprising that he faced repeated setbacks while leading his national team to the World Cup finals. Objectively, this is normal, but subjectively, Escriva finds it hard to accept.

Gritting his teeth, Escriva was struggling internally, because his next choice would be controversial.

"We need to make some adjustments in the second half, um... pass the ball to Tom and Lei more often."

Wu Lei looked up at Eskrima, who continued his unfinished words: "I said before that we need to pay more attention to the cooperation between players in different positions, but you should forget about that for this game. I'm sorry, but... what we need to do today is win this game first, otherwise everything else is just talk."

"Let's not leave the suspense for the next round. We can't back down, especially at a time like this!"

The players nodded in agreement: "Then comes the forwards."

Can I say something?

The one who spoke was Tang Ye, and Eskeriva nodded: "Of course, but... Tom, I think what you're going to say is the same as what I'm going to say."

"So... shall you say it or shall I say it?"

"Hey, now's not the time to think about that, we need to save time!"

Eskeriva gave Tang Ye a lecture.

"..."

"Then I'll explain."

Tang Ye stood up, quickly walked to Eskeriva's side, and started operating the magnetic flag on the tactical board.

"We're trailing by one goal right now, and if you ask me, our biggest problem is actually our attack down the flanks. We need to get our attack going faster..."

As Tang Ye spoke, Eskeriva revealed a long-lost smile.

really!

Tom and he always think the same way!

Isn't this more real than theories like "Tom's mentor was Ten Hach"?

but……

Eskeriva quickly brought his attention back to the present.

Now is not the time to study this!
Let's see what Tom has to say.

“We need to play a faster attack because I sensed that they roughly knew how we would play through the middle. Every time I wanted to get the ball, at least two people would come to me from the side. When I asked you to come and save me, you didn’t, or you were always a step too slow to do so.”

"Then we won't play mid-lane passing anymore. Just pass the ball to me whenever you have the chance, and we'll play long ball offense."

"What I mean is, don't feel pressured. I guarantee I can pass the ball out, so the forwards need to be bold!"

Tang Ye stated.

The most crucial thing in the second half is not how to pass the ball and coordinate plays, but that the Chinese team needs a striker.

"I think we need a striker to step up in the second half."

Tang Ye glanced at Wu Lei, worried that the latter might be under pressure, then turned his gaze to Escriva: "If a striker can step up, I think there won't be any problems."

After Tang Ye finished speaking, the locker room fell into a brief silence, with Wu Lei and Zhang Yuning under the most pressure.

A striker needs to step up...

Try it and maybe you can succeed.

The question is, what are the standards for a striker to step up in Tang Ye's eyes?

Is this really the standard that a Chinese striker with a market value of less than 2000 million euros can achieve?

"..."

"We must decide the winner today. We need to know the result tonight, and there can only be one result."

"That means we've secured our ticket to the World Cup!"

"3, 2, 1!"

Tang Ye led his teammates in shouting slogans.

"come on!!!"

……

"Welcome back, China Media Group and our viewers!"

"Currently, the Chinese team's lineup on the field remains unchanged. However, looking at the bench, Luo Guofu and Elkeson have already started preparing, because when trailing, Eskrima really needs someone with... the ambition to turn the game around!"

"And regarding the home team, Saudi Arabia..."

"Hey, they're going straight for a fast break!"

Taking advantage of the kickoff, Sheikhi passed the ball directly back to the center-back.

The center-back adjusted his position and then delivered a direct pass.

"Pull it back!"

Tang Ye shouted, his heart rate increasing dramatically almost instantly.

Please, Saudi Arabia's forwards, make a mistake!

Snapped!
Davasari controlled the ball very skillfully.

Davasari stopped abruptly to avoid Wu Xi's recovery and then passed the ball towards the center.

The same old trick, but it still worked this time.

Bahbri got the ball and immediately made a through pass to Sheikhri.

Similarly, Sheikhri stopped after receiving the ball.

Find Muwalad!
By the time the Saudi left winger got the ball, the Chinese team's midfield defense, including part of the backfield defense, had already been torn apart.

Snapped!
A high cross!

Wow!!!

Sheikhi accelerated suddenly and jumped up to head the ball.

Yan Junling!
Snapped!
The ball was pushed out.

"Beautiful Yan Junling!"

"Eh!"

"The ball is in!"

The reversal happened too quickly. Yan Junling blocked Sheikhri's header, but Davasari was able to block the follow-up shot!

4:2!!!
The Saudi players immediately began their celebration, with Dawasari sliding down his knees and knocking his teammate to the ground.

"Oh dear, Yan Junling, this..."

The save itself was good, but looking back at the process now, Yan Junling's save seems to have been a major mistake...

"Hiss... Sheikhi's header wasn't very fast, Yan Junling should be able to catch it, right?"

"I probably didn't notice the other attacking player's position at first."

【66666】

Goodnight, guys. Let's wait for the Oman match results tomorrow.

[Holy crap, at least two out of those four goals shouldn't have been scored! What can Yan Junling and Feng Xiaoting do besides sleepwalk?]

[Please, Tang, just yell at your teammates! What kind of football are they playing...?]

"..."

Tang Ye was speechless after he had scolded all his teammates.

Given the current situation on the field, he certainly couldn't scold Yan Junling; otherwise, the Chinese team would lose all its remaining momentum.

Wu Lei and Zhang Yuning shared the same thoughts as Tang Ye, so after the fourth goal was scored, they quickly ran over to comfort Yan Junling.

"Long live God! (Arabic)"

Long live God!

Tang Yechao glanced at the stands.

The home team's fans are annoying.

Unfortunately, as the losing side, Tang Ye was unable to respond.

The time quickly came to the 56th minute.

It was terrible because Renard, as a coach, didn't play by the rules at all. Even when they were already leading by two goals, he still insisted on intensifying the attack, giving the impression that he was copying Ten Hag.

When Wei Shihao fell to the ground injured, both teams' players went to the sidelines to replenish their water as the team doctor entered the field. Escriva seized the opportunity and started lecturing Tang Ye.

"Don't focus too much on the overall picture!"

"But we can't score without teamwork."

"No! Tom, focus on yourself, play your own game, we've exhausted all other options!"

"..."

This was the first time Eskeriva had yelled at Tang Ye, and it really startled the Chinese team's number 10.

"But... if we don't establish a rhythm, we'll be too passive."

"That's not what we need to think about right now, we need to score!"

“Be more confident!”

Escriva gripped Tang Ye's shoulders tightly with both hands: "I already said at halftime that what we need now is goals, goals!"

Pointing his finger at Tang Ye's nose, he said, "What you should be thinking about now is how to fully utilize your abilities."

"Respect outstanding players! Remember that sentence? You said it yourself, but have you lived by it?"

She pushed Tang Ye away, then pulled him back: "Did you do it? My Mr. Golden Globe?"

"You won the FIFA Ballon d'Or! Not the Asian Ballon d'Or!"

"..."

It's clear that Eskeriva is truly out of options.

Even the best coach can't change the situation instantly.

As Tang Ye walked towards the center of the competition field, he chewed gum, recalling what Eskeriva had just said to him.

As he chewed, he suddenly realized that the chewing gum had lost its flavor, so Tang Ye simply spat it out.

Found Wu Lei.

"Brother Lei."

"Could you understand what he just said?"

"Of course, I definitely understand Spanish."

"Okay, sure."

Tang Ye covered his mouth and whispered something to Wu Lei.

The Chinese national football team's striker had a furrowed brow and a frighteningly serious expression.

……

Trending topic No. 3: China trails Saudi Arabia 2-4.

No. 4: How will the matches between Japan and Oman affect the Chinese national football team's advancement?

In the 70th minute, with the score still 4-2, the pressure on Chinese fans was mounting.

Includes explanation.

However, if you are a fan of Leisu, you should soon notice that Tang Ye's ball possession rate is rising rapidly on the data page, while his passing accuracy has also decreased to some extent.

Judging from the data, the Chinese team's tactics have indeed changed, but some less perceptive fans simply haven't noticed.

"Dear viewers in the live broadcast room, we believe in your support for Chinese football, but we must also know that no professional team can always have a smooth journey."

"The Chinese team may be facing some difficulties right now, but we must believe in the Chinese players, or rather, believe in Tang Ye. They will find a way to gradually solve the problem."

"We'll likely lose today's match, but that doesn't mean it's over. There are still two more matches to go..."

"My God! Tang Ye!"

"Pretty!"

"Wu Lei!"

A powerful shot pierced the sky from the backfield, the ball flying low to the ground at a height of about 5cm above the grass, and struck Wu Lei's thigh precisely.

"Oh!!!"

"No!"

"Beep beep beep!!!"

A 50-meter long pass down the ground—this is a one-on-one opportunity!
"Wu Lei!"

"Don't rush, don't rush!"

"The goalkeeper has come out!"

"Wu Lei!"

With a clever trick, Wu Lei deceived the goalkeeper and gently pushed the ball into the net.

"The ball is in!"

"Goal! Wu Lei! 3-4!"

"A goal from Wu Lei in the 76th minute of the second half!"

"China has pulled one back!"

"Wu Lei!!!"

The commentator's voice cracked, and Wu Lei showed his style as a player in one of the top five European leagues, decisively giving up the celebration and running towards the center circle with the ball.

Wu Lei passed the ball to his teammate and went to the center circle. The next second, Tang Ye, who ran up from behind, grabbed him and put his arm around his neck.

"I said a striker would step up today!"

"Brother Lei, it's you!"

"You are now the world's number one striker!"

Pointing the gun at Wu Lei's ear, Tang Ye shouted again, "You are the world's number one striker today!"

……

(End of this chapter)