Ivan Ivanković!
After the commentators finished their introduction, the viewers' attention immediately shifted to the Croatian.
Luneng's head coach around 2010, this manager's connection with China went back a long way.
Back in 2010, GGBond was still little GGBond!
The match had already begun, but the commentators were still talking about Ivan Ivanković and Shandong Luneng.
Judging solely by the Chinese Super League, this manager's résumé was exceptionally impressive!
[Brothers, I already know how to write a hype novel. Ivan Ivanković travels back to 2010 and pulls Tang Ye, who's still in the youth academy, straight into the first team.]
[Bro, King Tang was only eleven in 2010. Could he play in the Chinese Super League?]
[Of course he could! Who do you think I am, GGBond? Wouldn't I casually lead Shandong to the AFC Champions League?]
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[Ivan Ivanković: If I traveled back in time, Erik ten Hag would have nothing to do with it.]
The camera focused on Tang Ye, then shifted to Ivan Ivanković on the sidelines.
The Croatian wore a complicated expression.
Who knew what he would feel upon seeing Tang Ye?
That unknown kid training at the base next door eleven years ago had now become a Ballon d'Or-caliber midfielder worth 300 million euros...
"Oh, Oman's number 7, Al-Hajri, has the ball!"
"He passes it to Al-Subhi beside him!"
Smack!
Al-Subhi threaded a through ball toward the left byline, where Al-Busaidi surged up from behind to collect it.
He cut inside!
"Step up!"
Yan Junling called out a reminder, but Zhang Linpeng was already in position.
It was a one-on-one.
A teammate came over to support him, and Al-Busaidi made the pass.
Zhang Linpeng seized the chance.
Smack!
"Beautiful, Zhang Linpeng!"
Zhang Linpeng poked the ball away, and the cleared ball rolled perfectly to Zhang