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

Chapter 863 Argentina wants to tell the Chinese team: 5 Ballon d'Or awards are greater than 4 Ballon d'Or awards.

【? ? ? ? ? 】

【What the hell? 】

I stayed up all night last night and I'm even hallucinating today. Guys, should I go back to bed and get some more sleep? The scores are all reversed!

[Incredible! What is Argentina doing?]

This is the group of death, this is the Chinese team, this is the king of basketball, this is Yatales of the Thunder!

Click, click, click!

Tang Ye was surrounded by reporters' flashing lights, and he could barely open his eyes.

"Holy crap!"

A teammate came up from behind, jumped up, and hung on him.

"Ha ha!"

"We're in the lead! In the lead!!!"

Zhang Yuning shouted at himself, while Tang Ye verbally emphasized the current score to his teammates: "2:1! 2:1!"

"Oh my, this... haha!"

"This is truly unexpected!"

After a long silence, the commentator finally came to his senses and realized he should express his admiration for the great Yatalis.

"Argentina's backcourt defense has had very serious problems, and the Chinese team has seized the opportunity twice in a row."

"Yes, it's Chinese New Year, haha."

Dongqiudi Live Match Report: Tang Ye scores a 67-meter long-range lob, China defeats Argentina 2-1.

No. 1: China vs. Argentina.

No. 2: China 1:1 Argentina.

No. 3: China has taken the lead.

No. 4: Tang Ye's lob shot.

……

"Beep, beep beep—!!!"

The first half ended, and the camera focused on Messi.

The Argentine captain stood with his hands on his hips and his head down.

Under the director's clever camera work, Messi appeared somewhat hunched over and dejected.

What is the Argentine captain thinking when faced with this 1-2 score?

Hmm... his thoughts are probably the same as Scaloni's.

At the end of the 45-minute first half, Argentina finally realized their mistake.

They are too arrogant!

From the time the draw was announced until the start of the match, Argentina never truly considered the Chinese team as an opponent.

They only had Tang Ye in their eyes. Tang Ye was indeed fierce, but Argentina needs to pay the price for ignoring the other Chinese players!
"Ronaldo!"

"viva Ronaldo!"

As Messi passed by the stands, the Chinese fans in the stands chanted Ronaldo's name in unison.

Not all of them were Ronaldo fans; they just knew that doing so could affect the mentality of the Argentine players.

"Portugal! Portugal!"

Portugal!
Just hearing this word is enough to make Argentinians' brains explode!

"Holy crap, 2-1!"

Wu Lei slowly shook his head, then suddenly hugged Tang Ye tightly: "I really didn't expect this."

"I never expected that either."

Tang Ye gasped for breath: "Invincible! If we can hold on in the second half, we'll be on our way to the top."

The Chinese team played so well in the first half that they've become a bit complacent.

Indeed, holding onto this score would mean defeating Argentina; who could resist such a temptation?
Anyway, Tang Ye is no good.

Thunder's Yatalis couldn't resist the temptation.

……

Halftime report: Is it an early New Year celebration? Tang Yechao's long-range lob shot gives China a 2-1 lead over Argentina at halftime.

"Argentina? They're all bullshit!"

In the locker room at halftime, the Chinese players were spouting nonsense, ready to put the Pampas Eagles on the barbecue grill.

"I know you're excited, I know, but please listen to me first!"

"Eskriva shouted."

Once the players in the locker room quieted down, the Spanish players couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Fuck!"

"If I had to summarize the first half, I would say, you guys played fucking well!"

"Wow!"

"But we still have 45 minutes!"

"Let's keep this up and prepare for our opponents' comeback in the second half."

"Keep your minds clear, that's your task for the second half!"

After Eskeriva finished speaking, Tang Ye gently pushed aside the team doctor who was massaging him and went to the middle of the locker room.

Seeing Tang Ye stand up, for some reason the other players in the locker room felt their hearts burning, so they all stood up and stood shoulder to shoulder in the center of the room.

Tang Ye was covered in sweat, and his upper body clothes had been taken off, revealing some light red scratches on his skin, making him look somewhat disheveled.

His face was slightly flushed, but considering the actual situation, his expression was more likely one of excitement.

"..."

"Before the match begins, cough!"

Wu Lei put his hand on Tang Ye's shoulder and pressed it firmly, while the latter continued talking.

"Nobody thought we would win before today's game started."

"Even we ourselves think so."

"But look now!"

"Everyone underestimates us; they don't know our true strength."

"We can beat Argentina, for the fans in the stands, and for the fans watching on TV!"

Tang Ye clapped his hands suddenly: "We will win this game, I promise you!"

"Wow!"

"Team China!"

"Long live! Long live! Long live!"

boom!
Thump thump!
That was the sound of Marty's heartbeat. He just looked at Escriva beside him and said, "Ferland, how are you feeling right now?"

"Whatever you feel is exactly what I feel."

Escriva gave Matti a shove: "Alright, hurry up and get ready!"

……

"China Media Group, welcome back, viewers! This is..."

The situation changed, and Argentina was forced to make substitutions early. Enzo, Akunil and other players came on one after another. In addition, there was a familiar figure to Manchester United fans who was already on the bench. That was Tang Ye's club teammate, Lima.

The Chinese team also made their substitution, with Chi Zhongguo coming on as a substitute for Wei Shihao!
"By changing from a 4-3-3 to a 4-4-2, the Chinese team should adopt a more conservative strategy in the second half."

"Yes, we said that if we can hold onto this score, the Chinese team can beat Argentina in today's first match of this World Cup. But Argentina certainly won't let that happen easily. So how the Chinese team can withstand Argentina's attack in the second half is the most important question for the Chinese players right now."

54th minute!

Di Maria!

After cutting inside, he passed the ball across the middle, finding Enzo to receive it.

Enzo passes the ball to Gomez on the left wing.

A diagonal pass!
boom!
Jiang Guangtai kicked the ball away.

"Pretty!"

The commentator had barely uttered the command when he quickly realized something was wrong.

After rescuing Jiang Guangtai, he hopped a few steps and then squatted down on the spot.

"Eh!"

"Referee, referee!"

Zhang Xizhe reacted quickly, noticing the situation and immediately signaling to the referee.

"Beep!"

Beep beep beep!
Beep beep beep!
Jiang Guangtai's act of sitting on the ground provoked dissatisfaction from most of the Argentine fans in the stands.

After all, China is currently in the lead, and Jiang Guangtai's actions are suspected of being a delaying tactic.

However, judging from the performance of the Chinese players on the field, Jiang Guangtai did not seem to intend to sit down.

"hiss……"

Tang Ye held his head in his hands and whispered to Jiang Guangtai to confirm, "Do you feel like you can still kick?"

"...Okay."

"..."

Jiang Guangtai did not answer immediately, which made Tang Ye realize that the situation was not good. He decisively asked the team doctor to come up and examine Jiang Guangtai.

Judging from Jiang Guangtai's performance, the Chinese national team center-back likely lost his footing while clearing the ball, leading to his ankle sprain. One team doctor remained on the field, while another ran to the bench to inform Eskeriva of the situation.

"It's possible that they'll need to replace him."

"..."

Just as the situation in the game was turning around, Jiang Guangtai presented Eskeriva with an extremely difficult problem.

Ultimately, Eskeriva decided to let Jiang Guangtai hold on a little longer.

The game continues.

It seemed like there was no problem, but at the 60-minute mark, Jiang Guangtai sat down again without any resistance.

"Oh, this... Jiang Guangtai probably won't be able to continue the match."

Live match report: Jiang Guangtai was unable to continue the match due to injury, and Zhu Chenjie came on as a substitute.

There are three players on the Chinese team who are crucial and almost irreplaceable.

Tang Ye and Wu Lei, of course, need no introduction; they are the core of the core players.

Jiang Guangtai is one of these three players, and his ability to intercept and clear the ball in the backfield is essential for the Chinese team.

Now that Jiang Guangtai has been forced off the field due to injury, the Chinese team has encountered a huge problem as a result.

How can we thwart Argentina's next attack?
Although the Chinese team has a stat monster like Thunder Yatalis, even Yatalis probably can't handle the current situation!
crisis!

“Messi!”

“Messi!”

The home fans started chanting Messi's name to express their support for the entire Argentine team.

What does it mean for a seeded team to lose its first match to an unseeded team?
Argentina must make the Chinese team suffer today.

Tell them that 5 Globe Awards are greater than 4 Globe Awards!
In the 70th minute, both sides made another substitution, and Argentina's threatening attack made progress at this time.

Otamendi dribbled forward, drawing Tang Ye's defense before launching a long pass that found Lautaro at the front.

Argentina's attack was very cunning, perfectly avoiding Tang Ye's defensive threat.

If Tang Ye wants to participate in this defense, he must run back as fast as he can.

Lautaro...

After advancing a short distance, pass the ball to Enzo.

"Enzo Fernandez has the ball now!"

"The bottom line is a one-on-one match with Zhang Linpeng!"

"Zhang Linpeng just needs to stay calm; he doesn't need to make any moves."

Zhang Linpeng's defense was indeed quite solid, retreating all the way to almost the penalty area. At this point, Enzo became impatient and directly delivered a short cutback pass.

Possession returned to Lautaro.

"DiMaria!"

Eskeriva was extremely anxious.

But it's no use!

Di Maria received the pass and first made a feint to get to the byline.

As the defenders closed in, Di Maria suddenly executed a left-footed rabona, cutting the ball to Messi in the penalty area.

Wow!!!

The Argentine captain stepped on the ball!
Adjust your body posture.

Push!

Messi's shot went straight through Wang Dalei's feet.

The ball went in!
"GOOO-AAAA-LLLLL!!!"

"Leo Messi!!!"

"2:2!!!"

There was nothing that could be done; after Jiang Guangtai left the field, Argentina's effective attacks increased, and it was only expected that the Chinese team would concede a goal.

Zhu Chenjie and Feng Xiaoting did have some major issues with their defensive decisions, but Argentina's attack was largely due to their superior execution.

Messi ran out with his arms outstretched, and pointed to the sky with both hands in front of the away team's stands.

"Damn it!"

Some Chinese fans who had anticipated Messi's goal pulled out their prepared Putian Portugal No. 7 jerseys and made the same gesture as Messi, successfully venting their frustration at conceding the goal.

The emotions have been vented, but what about the lost advantage?

"..."

Pooh!
Tang Ye is feeling incredibly miserable right now.

A 2-2 scoreline isn't so bad; the real concern is that Argentina might launch similar attacks again.

Once Argentina scores their third goal, all of China's previous efforts will be in vain!

"Beep!"

"Hmm... the Chinese team needs to play more conservatively from now on."

"I think we could actually use Yu Dabao to replace Zhang Yuning, and then let Yu Dabao play as a center-back. That way, the Chinese team would have three center-backs. I wonder what Escriva thinks?"

Several commentators have already started giving instructions.

Commanding is easy; you can freely suggest ideas.

But as the team's true decision-maker, the pressure Escriva has to bear is unimaginable.

Playing Yu Dabao as a center-back is indeed a good idea; Lippi had done it before.

But what if we play like this and concede another goal? Wouldn't that be a disaster?

"..."

"Tang Ye, beautiful!"

"Pushing into the penalty area! This attack by the Chinese team is somewhat similar to Manchester United's, using high pressure in the attacking third to reduce the opponent's attacking opportunities..."

"Tang Ye, just kick him!"

boom!
Romero plopped down on the ground, using his body to block Tang Ye's shot.

The Chinese team captain sighed, wanting to express his frustration, but Argentina's attack quickly followed, leaving him no choice but to start chasing back again.

82'.

84'.

Although they didn't use a five-defender formation, the Chinese team's defense was actually quite successful.

In the past few minutes, Tang Ye's total running distance has surged to 12.7km, making him undoubtedly the first in the entire game. He is burning his own energy to help the team.

Bad news: This style of play, which sacrifices the captain's stamina, cannot be sustained for long.

Good news: Tang Ye's stamina is truly amazing; he managed to withstand it.

"Left side, accelerate immediately!"

"Oh, Di Maria, who was tracking back, couldn't catch Tang Ye!"

"Wow, that speed!"

"Pretty!"

Molina tried to move towards him, but Tang Ye made a sudden stop with the ball, turning his original run down the wing into a cut inside.

"Wow!"

"Tang Ye is awesome!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Control the ball! Control the ball!"

Hang in there, GGBond!

We have a maximum of 5 minutes left, and we can take a point from Argentina. Believe in yourselves!
After cutting inside, Tang Ye made a hand gesture, and Wu Lei understood and began his forward run.

Snapped!
"Tang Ye, send the message directly!"

"Although the situation is not good, the Chinese team has not given up on the attack."

"Wu Lei, chest control... beautiful!"

As expected of a La Liga player, Wu Lei's chest control was incredibly steady, and the ball landed in open space in front of him after it dipped.

Cut inwards in a different direction!

"!"

Snapped!
The right-footed shot hit Romero's feet first, then bounced up and headed towards the left post.

!!!

Zhang Xizhe, who came in later, ran towards the pillar like a madman.

Zhang Xizhe didn't arrive in time, but his sprint did cause some disruption to Martinez.

Wu Lei's shot grazed the post and went into the net.

“GOOO—AAAAAA—LLL!!!”

"Holy shit!"

"Wu Lei!"

The moment the ball went into the net, Wu Lei's arm muscles suddenly bulged, and then he decisively ripped off his jersey.

"what--!!!!"

Not only Wu Lei, but all the Chinese national team players on the field were running towards the corner flag, including coaches Eskriva and Martí.

Wu Lei unleashed a roar to vent his emotions, only to be subdued by his teammates.

……

(End of this chapter)