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

Chapter 862 Light, Can You Hear It?
"De Paul!!!"

"Argentina scores, 1-0!"

This was Argentina's first goal in this year's Qatar World Cup.

As the one who created this goal, De Paul rushed towards the stands at top speed, forcefully expressing his current excitement with a knee slide.

"Roar--!!!"

"Vamos!!!"

“Beep beep beep!!!”

Many Chinese football fans in the stands were silenced by the outburst, while those with more impatience pointed at De Paul and began to hurl insults.

Dongqiudi Live Match Report: Di Maria cleverly passes the ball, De Paul fires a shot into the corner of the net, China trails 0-1 in the first round of the World Cup group stage.

[Damn it, Wei Shihao, you idiot, you should know your place!]

Don't panic, don't panic, this was expected. Don't rush, we're only one behind.

[It's a pity. I thought we could get through the first half with a draw. If we had, we would have lost by a maximum of two goals. Now it's uncertain. It mainly depends on how we perform in the second half. I feel we can play a little more conservatively from here on out.]

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Pooh!
Tang Ye spat on the grass, his eyes slightly red as he watched the Argentine players celebrating.

They held on for 25 minutes, but ultimately couldn't hold out for the entire first half!

Damn it!
"fine!"

Eskeriva shouted to the players on the field: "Cheer up! TY, come here quickly!"

Hearing the commotion on the bench, Tang Ye quickly ran over, ready to hear if the coach had any good ideas.

"We're down by one goal now, but it's okay, it's okay!"

With one hand on Tang Ye's shoulder and the other on Mati's shoulder, Escriva said, "You've done a great job. Now all we need to do is hold off their next attack and not let them score again before the end of the first half. Do you understand what I mean?"

"..."

Seeing that the players remained silent, Escriva shouted again, "Do you understand what I mean?!"

“Yes.”

Tang Ye gave a thumbs up, his facial muscles scrunching up.

"come on!"

"Tang Ye, keep it up!"

"It's okay, keep going! Just play your best! Losing is fine!"

The fans at the stadium were indeed very motivated.

Their idea was probably the same as Escriva's: to end the first half with a score of 0-1.

But as a player on the field, Tang Ye could clearly feel Argentina's increasingly strong offensive momentum.

Whether they can hold on to the 0-1 deficit is hard to say, but Argentina's attack will definitely become even more intense in the remaining time!

……

"..."

boom!
"Beep!"

In the 32nd minute, Zhang Linpeng, who was making a run down the wing, was pulled down by Gomez.

It wouldn't have been a big deal, but Gomez deliberately stepped over Zhang Linpeng's head, which really annoyed the Chinese players.

"Go away!"

Tang Ye pushed Gomez away, and players from both sides were on their way.

Messi blocked Tang Ye in front of him: "Forget it, forget it."

"Did you see what he did? Did you see it?"

Tang Ye pushed Messi aside and gestured to the referee: "He stepped over his head!"

Seemingly following Tang Ye's advice, the referee showed Gomez a yellow card, which angered the Argentine players, and De Paul came up to cause trouble.

"Go away!"

Tang Ye put his hand on Zhang Linpeng's shoulder, gesturing for his teammates to step back: "This matter is over, what else do you want to do?"

"..."

Gomez was a little angry, but Messi pulled him back, and the argument between the two did not continue.

"The first yellow card of the match... This yellow card... So we can say that the Chinese team could actually look for more opportunities on the right flank, to force Gomez to commit a foul..."

"..."

"Wang Shenchao, beautiful!"

Wang Shenchao delivered a long pass from the wing directly to Zhang Yuning, who was in the lead, prompting the commentators to praise the Chinese defender's incredible vision.

It's a bit like a lucky draw, but if you win, you win.

boom!
Zhang Yuning headed the ball back, smashing it onto the grass.

Tang Ye has the ball!

There was De Paul on the side, but Tang Ye was not flustered at all. He pretended to step on the ball, but actually accelerated forward suddenly.

"Pull it!"

Coach Scaloni's voice came from afar, but by the time De Paul was about to reach out, Tang Ye had already run out.

They tried to commit a tactical foul, but it was too late!
"Huff, huff!"

As Tang Ye raced forward, he inhaled oxygen continuously to maintain both his running speed and clear thinking.

Romero is to the left, and Otamendi is to the right...

Hey!

Tang Ye raised his right hand a moment too late, and Wu Lei instantly understood what Tang Ye meant, accelerating sharply for a diagonal run.

boom!
The through ball was played, and Wu Lei received it behind Otamendi!

"Wu Lei, shoot!"

Snapped!
Martinez plopped down on the ground, using his body to block Wu Lei's shot.

The ball bounced off and landed right in Taliafico's position. The Argentine defender was just about to receive the ball when Tang Ye suddenly came up from the side and pushed him aside with his body.

"Fuck!"

The naive fellow now knows what "fuck" means.

Tang Ye didn't stand on ceremony with the opponent, pulling the ball back, turning, and starting to cut inside.

"Number 11!"

Martinez reminded the defenders to watch Wei Shihao.

Before Tang Ye even arrived, Wei Shihao was already being watched by Molina.

hiss!
Tang Ye glanced at the goal out of the corner of his eye, his mind racing.

This angle is pretty good.

It's done!

With a change in rhythm, Tang Ye suddenly slowed down, followed by a spike and turn.

"Hey, they're about to knock on the door!"

"Tang Ye!"

Snapped!
A curling shot is delivered into the far corner, aimed at the top right corner of the goal.

Martinez jumped up!
Similar to Wang Dalei's previous situation, Martinez's save was also a timely reaction, but he lacked the reach of his arm.

The ball went straight into the corner.

"GOOO-AAAA-LLLL!!!!"

"The ball is in!"

Goal!

"Tang Ye—!!! (voice cracks)"

"My God, a world-class goal from Tang Ye!!!"

The Lusail Stadium erupted in an instant. The moment Tang Ye confirmed his goal, he spread his arms wide, bypassed Paredes, and rushed off the field.

"what!!!!"

"what!!"

boom!
Swish swish! ! !
A perfectly standard three-stripe formation. When he stopped, Tang Ye had just reached the sideline and knelt down on the grass.

"Brilliant!!"

"Holy crap, that's awesome!!"

The voices of his teammates came from behind him, and soon the area around Tang Ye was filled with kneeling Chinese players.

"Awesome! Awesome!"

boom!
Zhang Yuning bumped his forehead against Tang Ye's forehead.

It hurt a little, but both of them were currently in a state where they couldn't feel pain: "Holy crap, awesome!"

Dongqiudi Live Match Report: Tang Ye's incredible curling shot into the tenth corner, China equalizes the score!

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[Tang the King of Football, sob sob!]

That curling shot was textbook perfect, absolutely flawless. Even Martin couldn't stop it.

"Roar--!"

Tang Ye shouted at the fans in the stands and raised his hands.

Eskeriva squeezed through the crowd and suddenly hugged Tang Ye tightly: "Well done, well done!"

"Ha ha!"

"..."

"Wow... this is a true 10/10, 9.9 points. Any more off and it would have hit the pillar."

"Yes, haha, this goal was really unexpected. We can see that Martinez is a bit upset now, but actually we can't blame Martinez for this goal."

"1-1! This goal by the Chinese team came at a very opportune time, which will make the rest of the first half a bit easier."

The 0-1 scoreline after De Paul's goal was expected, given that Argentina is indeed the stronger side overall.

So this 1-1 tie is quite unexpected. It was agreed that losing by two goals or less would be considered a win.

GGBond, you're really something, trying to draw the first half straight out, huh!

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Oh GGBond!"

"Be a hero in a fairy tale!"

"Oh GGBond!"

"Passion flows in my heart!"

"Oh GGBond! Everything is in my hands!"

"Make the world a better place, and persistence will surely lead to success!"

"GGBond!"

Boom!

"GGBond!"

Boom!

What's playing in the Lusail Stadium right now is... the legendary battle song of the Chinese men's national football team!
This is the greatest song in the world, it's one of a kind!
"Team China!"

"Long live!"

"Team China!"

"Long live!"

……

38th minute!

Di Maria makes a sudden stop on the wing!

The ball is passed to Molina who is making a run down the wing.

Molina received the ball and charged forward without hesitation.

Logically speaking, Argentina has the strength to back it up, so even a 1-1 draw shouldn't be a problem.

But Argentina definitely played in a rush today.

Perhaps for them, the Chinese team shouldn't be an opponent they can only draw against.

A 1-1 score is a disgrace; the Pampas Eagles must forever soar in the sky!
"Beautiful Jiang Guangtai!"

"This is the third... well, the fifth clearance of the match!"

"Although he seemed a little out of sorts at the beginning of the competition, Jiang Guangtai's performance has been outstanding so far."

"Argentina's corner kick, we need to be careful."

Snapped!
Argentina opted for a tactical corner kick, and Lautaro Martinez now has the ball.

Tang Ye thought for a moment, then gestured for a teammate to go find Messi, before running towards Lautaro himself.

The rhythm changed; Tang Ye wanted to scare Lautaro.

Lautaro passes the ball to Otamendi!
Otamendi raises his leg, ready to send the high ball into the penalty area!
!

Tang Ye jumped up and spun half a circle in mid-air, perfectly blocking Otamendi's cross.

"Nice!"

Eskreva's voice came, but it was clearly too early for celebration. Tang Ye blocked the ball, but no teammate took it, and Otamendi quickly got it back.

Snapped!
The second cross was delivered without any obstruction.

Inside the penalty area!
Messi chests the ball down, passes it to his thigh, and then onto the grass.

boom!
Jiang Guangtai kicked the ball away.

"Brilliant!"

Snapped!
Wang Dalei first clapped his hands, and then slapped Jiang Guangtai hard.

In today's match, several defenders on the Chinese team should really kowtow to Jiang Guangtai.

The other Chinese players are playing at a level that matches their market value in euros.

Jiang Guangtai's €200 million price tag felt like a €2000 million performance.

The time quickly came to the 40th minute.

With Argentina intensifying their attacking pace, the Chinese team was pinned back in their own half and unable to get out, leaving Chinese football fans breathless.

However, being constantly pinned down in one's own half of the field doesn't necessarily have no downsides.

Tang Ye abandoned offensive maneuvers and instead played as a defensive midfielder, directing the defense. After 35 minutes, the Chinese team's defense received an epic boost.

Baidu Hot Searches:

No. 1: China vs. Argentina.

No. 2: Tang Ye scores.

No. 3: China tied with Argentina.

……

According to official data, the combined viewership share of CCTV-1, CCTV-5, CCTV-Olympics, and CCTV-4K has reached 65%.

This data means that 65 out of 100 people watching television in China were watching the live broadcast of this game.

Generally, this statistic can only be above 55% in the World Cup finals, but this is the third time the Chinese team has achieved this in the World Cup group stage.

Just like what Escoliva said in the locker room before the match started.

A billion people are watching you on TV today, not one less!
"The Chinese team is under a lot of pressure right now..."

"Hey, stop talking, my heart is pounding."

"Argentina has had four shots in the last three minutes! Fortunately, the Chinese goalkeeper is in excellent form!"

Wang Dalei is now panting heavily.

If he had known it would be like this, he should have trained his physical strength more.

Snapped!
Tang Ye pulled Messi to the ground, and screams suddenly erupted from the crowd.

"Beep!"

Yellow Card: Tangye (CHN).

"He got beaten, so you take his place!"

Tang Ye yelled at Zhang Xizhe.

"Holy crap..."

This card is one you absolutely have to eat, but eating it will make you feel extremely uncomfortable.

Playing as an attacking midfielder is fine, but now that he's playing as a defensive midfielder, this yellow card is going to be the death of Tang Ye.

"Scaloni called out to the players on the field."

"Hiss... Argentina might be using Tang Ye as a breakthrough point."

If any of the three CCTV commentators could speak Spanish, they would have noticed that Scaloni was shouting "red card".

You thought the breakthrough was that the Argentine striker acted recklessly because the industry dared not commit fouls.

The real breakthrough is that the Argentine coach has already set his sights on Tang Ye.

The Chinese team is much stronger than expected; I feel like something unexpected is going to happen.

How to do?
There is only one best way to deal with the Chinese team, and that will never change.

That means sending their number 10 off the field!
"Pass the ball, Wang Dalei throws it directly to Tang Ye."

"Wow, beautiful!"

"There are still 2 minutes of added time left. Should the Chinese team try an attack?"

Chinese fans were working quickly, seemingly trying to find a possible opportunity for Tang Ye.

Wei Shihao is already on his way, but his initial position is too far back, so...

Snapped!
"Eh!"

Wow!!!!

The fans in the stadium stood up almost at the same time. Tang Yegang caught Wang Dalei's throw-in, adjusted his position, and then launched a super long-range lob shot.

The ball is flying in the sky.

Martinez is on his way back!

"Oh, it seems like we won't be able to catch up with him..."

After saying that, the commentator fell silent, and only the cheers of the fans in the stadium could be heard on television.

The camera zooms in, and the ball begins to fall rapidly.

Martinez!

He jumped as high as he could, but he was still a full half meter away from the ball.

Snapped!
Tang Ye's lob shot landed precisely on the grass in the six-yard box, bounced off, and went into the goal.

"GOOOO-AAAAA-LLLL!!!"

"Holy shit!!"

"What's Fucking this!!!???"

The English commentator was dumbfounded. Tang Ye, who had just confirmed his goal from 70 meters away, ran left and right before finally finding the place he wanted to go.

At the same time, more than 20 reporters outside the venue raised their cameras and crowded onto the open space in front of Tang Ye.

Click, click, click!

Click, click, click!

Tang Ye's mind raced. Before his teammates could arrive, the Chinese team captain crossed his arms in a claw shape in front of his chest.

Swish!
Hands sweep across the chest, then spread outwards.

Light...can you hear me?

Thunder Yatales!

Fit! ! !

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(End of this chapter)