37: Chapter 37 One Million Views? Young Master is Tired? The Kant That Can't Be Overcome!

Claudio Ranieri stood on the sidelines, his hands in his suit pockets, his eyes behind his glasses locked onto the player in the white number 52 jersey on the left flank.

He couldn't let this kid "mess around" anymore.

Is this really a 17-year-old rookie making his debut?

This is clearly the "rampage mode" version of Mahrez who is unstoppable once he gets into the zone on the training ground! Even more dangerous, because he still possesses that reckless spirit of a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger.

"NGolo Kanté!"

Claudio Ranieri waved his hand decisively, calling Kante to the sideline, and gave quick and clear instructions: "Go to the right flank and pin him down. Help Christian Fuchs, and restrict that Chinese kid from receiving the ball, turning, and breaking through. I don't require you to intercept every one of his balls, but I want you to make every one of his receptions uncomfortable, and ensure every time he wants to break through, he faces a double-team of at least two people. Understand?"

Kante nodded, his usually expressionless face now bearing a gaze as sharp as a knife.

He ran back onto the pitch and began to consciously lean toward his own right flank.

Zonal marking + defensive support; Claudio Ranieri unleashed the most classic and effective strategy for dealing with a genius explosive player—using the system to trade with you, and using numbers to drown you.

...

The effect was immediate.

Yu Bai received the ball on the left flank again. Before he could even turn, he felt a huge sense of oppression from behind. It wasn't one person, but two—Christian Fuchs pressed tightly, blocking his path for a turn; while that Frenchman Kante, who had just been in midfield, short but like a piece of chewing gum, had ghosted to his side-front, sealing off his path for an inside cut.

Yu Bai tried to use feints to shake him off, but Kante's positioning was extremely intelligent, always stuck on the key routes, not making a move easily, just compressing his space.

Christian Fuchs stuck to him like a plaster, with constant small hand movements.

Pass to Ben Davies behind him? Ben Davies' presence on the offensive end today was almost zero; Passing to him would most likely result in a safe back-pass.

Dribble? Mauricio Pochettino's roar still echoed in his ears: "Dribble less! Pass earlier!"

Pass? Pass to whom? The routes were all sealed off.

Yu Bai fell into a dead loop.

For the first time on the pitch, he felt so stifled.

It wasn't that he couldn't get past them; with his 91 Dribbling and his recently skyrocketed physical attributes, forcing his way through a double-team wasn't entirely impossible. But... this was his Premier League debut, and the head coach's instructions were right in his ears.

He gritted his teeth and ultimately chose to knock the ball back to a teammate in midfield.

Once, twice, three times...

The explosive player on the left flank seemed to have been put on a leash.

...

Huanledou Live Stream.

Streamer watched Yu Bai receive the ball on the pitch and quickly pass it back again. His brows furrowed into a knot, his tone filled with confusion and a hint of dissatisfaction:

"Brothers, something's not right. Is our Young Master... out of battery? Can't run anymore? Or was he scared by those two defenders on the other side?"

"Why isn't he breaking through or Dribbling when he gets the ball, just Passing back and Passing sideways? This is playing too 'rationally', right?"

"Could it be... he's really secretly watching our live stream comments and got depressed from being called a 'ball hog'?"

The comments flooded the screen instantly:

[He's finished, he's finished, he's been figured out. He goes invisible as soon as the intensity goes up.]

[Kante: I heard you're good at Dribbling? Come on, try and dribble past me.]

[It's not Yu Bai's problem, it's that Ben Davies is purely useless on the offensive end! No support at all!]

[Winger who can't dribble = Useless winger]

[Laughing to death, they hyped him up to the sky before, now his true colors are revealed, right? The Premier League isn't child's play!]

[The guy above knows nothing! He drew away Kante + Christian Fuchs, creating so much space for Dele Alli and Harry Kane in the middle? Can't you see that?]

[Space? And then what? Did they score? Losing 2-1 to Leicester City, is that glorious?]

[The classic "Distraction Theory", if you can't get past someone it's a distraction, then if I go up and stand there, I'm also a distraction. (Funny)]

[Stop arguing, he's only 17, his first Premier League game, don't have such high expectations.]

...

[Ding—]

A crisp system notification sound rang in Yu Bai's mind after he helplessly passed the ball back again.

[At 32 years old, you have ushered in a pivotal battle. More than a million viewers worldwide are watching your performance. Triggering the "Fame with One Goal Challenge" (Million-level). Score a goal in this match to randomly receive a multiple-choice reward.]

It was the same as last time with the 100,000 viewers. It seems the system releases tasks based on attention levels. Million-level... in the future, there might be ten million, or hundreds of millions.

Yu Bai gave a bitter smile in his heart.

Score a goal in his Premier League debut? Under the "special care" of Kante and Christian Fuchs, and under Mauricio Pochettino's instructions to "dribble less, pass more"? He couldn't even receive the ball comfortably right now.

Forget it, if he can't complete it this time, there will be a next time.

He silently comforted himself in his heart, but that unwillingness and stifled feeling grew wildly like weeds.

...

The 87th minute.

Tottenham attempted to organize one final offensive.

Eric Dier's through ball in midfield was too obvious in its intention and was intercepted midway by the alert "Danny Drinkwater"!

Interception successful! The alarm for Leicester City's counterattack rang out instantly!

Danny Drinkwater took the ball on the left side of the backcourt and looked up to observe.

His target was very clear—find the right-back Christian Fuchs, who had just come on as a substitute and was full of energy! More importantly, Christian Fuchs was matched up against that 17-year-old Chinese kid, who lacked defensive experience and was an excellent breakthrough point for a counterattack!

"Danny Drinkwater" did not hesitate; he swung his right foot, and a precise long pass went directly to the large open space on the right behind Tottenham's defensive line!

"Danger! Leicester City's counterattack!"

"Looking for Christian Fuchs! Yu Bai is tracking back!"

Ben Davies saw this and hurriedly contracted towards the middle, preparing to cover. But he immediately discovered that Yu Bai's defensive tracking was very active; he had already taken a step ahead to block the position and steadily stopped the ball at his feet.

"Tracking back in position! Well done!"

"Yu Bai's defensive attitude is impeccable!"

Christian Fuchs rushed over from behind at high speed. Seeing that Yu Bai had already controlled the ball, he didn't give up, but instead went directly into physical contact, attempting to interfere from behind.

Yu Bai sensed the pressure from behind and performed two realistic back-to-goal shielding feints in a row, swaying his shoulders and changing direction with the ball at his feet.

Want to intercept the ball from behind me? Yu Bai even felt like laughing in his heart. In the backcourt, with an absolute positional advantage, his shielding technique combined with his 91 Dribbling, let alone one Christian Fuchs, he was confident he could hold off three of them.

Christian Fuchs was indeed deceived by the feints, lunged into empty air, stumbled, and looked a bit disheveled.

Being toyed with by a 17-year-old kid in front of tens of thousands of spectators, Christian Fuchs couldn't save face.

Damn it, you dare to showboat against me in the backcourt?

At this moment, Yu Bai had safely passed the ball back to the center-back Jan Vertonghen, and the danger was cleared.

But just as the pass was completed and Yu Bai turned to run forward, a huge, malicious force struck him violently from behind!

It was Christian Fuchs! Taking advantage of the moment when Yu Bai was completely turned away and defenseless, he shoved hard against Yu Bai's back with his hand!

"Go to hell!"

As Christian Fuchs shoved him, he also muttered a curse.