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

Chapter 881 I said TY would seize any possible opportunity, so why are you still playing like this?

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[Holy crap, buddy, what are you doing?]

I'm speechless. Did that ball go in?

[Holy crap! Awesome! King of Football!]

Wow!!!

The fans in the stadium gasped in surprise. After confirming that he had scored, Tang Ye spread his arms and rushed off the field.

boom!
Swish-! ! !
"Roar--!!!!"

For the Chinese players on the field, it will take them some time to fully accept this fact, which resulted in only Tang Ye running around when they first started celebrating.

Eskeriva put his hands on his head and smoothed his hair: "Shit...shit."

"Tang Ye, holy crap, that's awesome!"

"King of Football! King of Football!"

Standing up from the grass, Tang Ye first raised his hand to greet the fans in the stands, and then walked to the photographer closest to him.

Stand with your feet firmly planted and slowly raise your right hand.

!

The fans at the scene reacted immediately, capturing the moment Tang Ye swung his arm.

"Flaming Dragon Armor, combine!!"

This is the third set of armor that Tang Ye has summoned since the start of this World Cup.

Yes, the first set for the knockout stage!
Dongqiudi Live Match Report: Tang Ye scores a stunning long-range goal with a backheel, giving China the lead in the 20th minute of the first half.

The No.1 trending topic: China vs. Spain.

No. 7: China is in the lead. (Fastest rising score)
"..."

Spain was in an awkward position, with Rodri and Pedro exchanging bewildered glances.

Why don't you go up?

Pedri was a little embarrassed by the question: "I thought the ball wasn't coming."

"..."

He swung his hands upwards, clearly showing that Rodri was quite speechless.

Pedri has talent, but he's just too young.

20-year-old Pedri looked like a 2-year-old compared to Tang Ye.

And Tom is really strange, he's only 23 but he plays like he's 230.

He stole the "0" from Pedri's age!
"Team China!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

"..."

"Beep!!"

"Haha, we can see that the Chinese team is in the lead now!"

"Wow, nobody could have predicted this score at first. Hehe. That's what we've always been saying. Tang Ye, hehe, he always manages to create miracles and make the game unpredictable."

"Coach Zhang, did you anticipate this score?"

"Hehe, of course not!"

Unexpectedly, Spain conceded the first goal to China. The quick-thinking director then focused the camera on Enrique, and over a billion people around the world watched the embarrassed Spanish coach.

It's certainly upsetting to concede the first goal, but according to commentator Zhang Lu's analysis, Spain's current situation isn't as bad as fans imagine.

Good news: The Chinese national football team has scored the first goal.

Bad news: This goal was purely due to individual skill, and the Chinese team's situation in open play has not improved.

On the Spanish bench, Morata and Nico Williams had already started warming up, and Enrique was on guard against any possible surprises.

"mine!"

Wei Shihao got the ball and sprinted towards the baseline at full speed.

The speed wasn't fast, which resulted in Wei Shihao's attempt to reach the byline failing.

Llorente and Gavi were both there!

There was no other way; before conceding a goal, Wei Shihao delivered a cross, and possession was given to Zhang Xizhe, who came over to receive the pass.

Zhang Xizhe stopped by stepping on the ball.

Not knowing what to do, Tang Ye ran up from the side, his target being the top of the arc.

Have the opportunity!
Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Xizhe gently pushed out a through ball, which landed right at Tang Ye's feet.

It's China's number 10 controlling the ball again!

boom!
Rodri blocked the ball, forcing Tang Ye to kick it out of bounds.

"Grass!"

Speechless, Tang Ye kept shaking his head and raising his hand to signal to his teammates, "Mine! Mine!"

"You can call on me more often from now on. They're not in good form, so we can launch an offensive!"

"..."

"What a pity... Well, Rodri knows Tang Ye quite well, judging from his move..."

It was a straightforward physical confrontation, but in slow motion, it was analyzed seriously by several commentators.

Judging from the footage, Rodri clearly knew that Tang Ye would stretch his leg to protect the ball, so he chose to first establish position before engaging in physical confrontation, which practically exposed Tang Ye's true intentions.

Indeed, this is how it is when masters clash; every move is worthy of detailed analysis!
With nearly 30 minutes left in the first half, taking advantage of the Spanish players' slump, Tang Ye further increased the tempo.

This move was somewhat risky, but the fact is that the Chinese team's attack was quite good.

Wu Lei... received a long pass from Tang Ye!

Pedri came over to interfere, and Wu Lei was severely restricted.

However, the Chinese team's forwards reacted quickly. Wu Lei used a feint to temporarily get rid of the ball and quickly passed it to Zhang Linpeng, who was there to receive it.

"Go grab it!"

Busquets spoke up, and Olmo immediately rushed towards Zhang Linpeng.

"Oh!!!"

Many fans were startled as Zhang Linpeng passed the ball across to Feng Xiaoting before Olmo could extend his foot.

Feng Xiaoting gave it to Jiang Guangtai again!

[Asylum Recipient: Jiang Guangtai]

[Asylum Recipient: Wang Shenchao]

"Come!"

Wang Shenchao hurriedly ran to a suitable position to ask for the ball, but was blocked by Asensio.

Seeing that he couldn't pass the ball to Wang Shenchao, Jiang Guangtai chose to dribble forward himself, choosing between passing it back to the goalkeeper and passing it forward.

"Wow!"

"Jiang Guangtai is extremely audacious!"

"A long pass out, Wu Lei!"

Control the ball on the right flank and find an opportunity to pass it back to the opponent.

After much back and forth, possession of the ball eventually returned to Tang Ye.

His eyes lit up, and Tang Ye prepared to begin his operation.

boom!
They bumped into Rodri, and both of them almost fell, but neither of them actually fell.

Tang Ye made a sudden stop with the ball, and taking advantage of the moment when Rodri ran past him, he passed the ball to Wei Shihao, and the Chinese national team winger immediately began his inside cut.

Snapped!
The shot was curled out, but Wei Shihao's effort was saved by the Spanish goalkeeper.

"call……"

With his upper and lower molars clenched tightly together, Wei Shihao was indeed very unwilling to accept defeat.

As a substitute player in the Portuguese league, Wei Shihao's shooting skills seem to be somewhat insufficient in the World Cup knockout stage.

"..."

"Pedri, don't rush, give it to Busquets first... no problem!"

Despite their poor form, Spain's passing and ball control were still significantly faster than China's, thanks to their continuous passing and receiving.

Zhang Xizhe and Wu Xi were clearly struggling to handle the situation, and Tang Ye couldn't do much on his own, so he could only watch helplessly as the opposing players crossed the midfield line.

The pass was given to Olmo.

Spain gives off a strange feeling of being both anxious and unhurried.

Olmo suddenly accelerated and cut to the edge of the penalty area.

!!!

"Ohhh!!!"

Snapped!
The shot was delivered and hit Feng Xiaoting.

The ball bounced out and was collected by Asensio at the second point.

Asensio faked a change of direction, but his change of direction was a bit too slow.

Then Olmo.

Snapped!
"GOOOO-AAAA-LLLL!!!!"

"Hiss... Oh."

The commentator sighed from the television, and the Spanish players on screen had already begun their celebration.

"Ha ha!"

"Wow!"

Alba jumped onto Olmo, and as soon as Alba landed, Pedri jumped on top of him. Olmo had no choice but to carry his teammate's weight as he ran outwards. Live match report: Olmo slotted the ball into the corner of the net, Spain equalizes.

Although they're not in good form, Spain is still a traditionally strong team!

Pooh!
Wang Dalei spat on the grass.

Although it wasn't entirely his fault, the national team goalkeeper was already somewhat embarrassed to look Tang Ye in the eye.

The hard-won lead has now vanished!

"call……"

Tang Ye didn't blame his teammates; he simply put his hand on his head and watched the score on the big screen change from 1:0 to 1:1.

Damn it...

After their previous attacks, it seemed that Spain wasn't playing particularly well.

But now it seems that even a weakened version of Spain is not something the Chinese team can easily handle.

"Viva Espaa! (Long live Spain!)"

"Oé, Oé, Oé! España Oé!"

“A por ellos, oé! (Go and take them down!)”

Under the camera's spotlight, Tang Ye on the field became the target of Spanish fans' condemnation.

There's no way around it; if you're praised when you're in the lead, you'll naturally be attacked when you're behind.

"Tom!"

“Shhh!!!”

"Shhh!!!"

Above the away team's stand, Spanish fans held up their support signs.

The support sign bore a classic line: "What world's number one? Don't know anyone there."

The phrases "What world's number one? Never heard of it" and "What world's number one? Don't know him" are similar; they're basically things that fans of various clubs would say when attacking Tang Ye.

The words are different, but the attacking intent is the same. Also, when you hold up this marriage plaque, you must shout something like "TY trash" to make this support plaque work.

Tang Ye had of course heard the commotion in the stands, but he only glanced at it before turning his head back.

I've been criticized quite a few times over the years.

The focus wasn't on what the fans in the stands were saying, but on the live score displayed on the big screen.

That's the most important thing!

"come on! Come on!"

"Cheer up!"

Tang Ye and Mati encouraged the players on the field: "This score isn't bad, we can keep going!"

"Keep your head up!"

Tang Ye slapped Wei Shihao hard on the back.

……

37'.

"Tang Ye! Switch places with Wu Xi."

"Pass to the middle!"

"Zhang Yuning has the ball now!"

During the pass, Tang Ye quickly moved towards the center.

Zhang Yuning shielded the ball with his back to goal and passed it to Tang Ye.

coming!

There was an Alba ahead, but Tang Ye wasn't worried at all.

He jumped up, ready to dribble past his opponent.

"Grass!"

Tang Ye shouted out, but the sudden impact from the side caused him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Hey!

Escriva immediately shrugged at the fourth official, and the Chinese national team players on the field also became anxious.

"Oh, this could be a penalty opportunity..."

"Yes, it's possible they could award a penalty. It depends on how the referee handles it. From what we saw in slow motion, Alba's force on Tang Ye wasn't actually that great..."

The referee waved his hands outwards, indicating that Alba had not committed a foul.

The ball is now out of bounds, so it's a goal kick for Spain.

"No, why?!"

Zhang Yuning and Laporte approached the referee simultaneously: "He jumped up and was knocked away, not standing on the ground!"

"Aerial combat!"

Zhang Yuning pointed to Tang Ye, who had just stood up beside him.

Logically speaking, the standards for judging aerial duels should be stricter than those for ground duels; this should have been a penalty kick.

However, the referee also had a tough time. The penalty decisions have become stricter after the new pandemic rules, and it's not easy to argue that Alba's aerial duel was a foul.

The referee, with his earpiece in hand, blew his whistle to indicate that he wanted to review VAR.

"..."

"Beep beep beep!!!"

The only sound in the stadium was the fans blowing fake whistles; both teams were eerily quiet, as if they were awaiting a possible trial.

Tang Ye covered his face with his hands, and began to pray in his heart.

"Here, here!"

Fans on the first tier of the stands leaned out and handed all sorts of currencies to the referee.

One of them is red.

This is a 100 yuan banknote!
"Here's the money! Give me a penalty kick!"

"I'll give you 100 RMB!"

"Penalty!"

"..."

"Beep!"

The referee drew a box.

Because Tang Ye was already showing signs of falling before he jumped, the ruling for this goal was...

No penalty!

"Grass!"

Tang Ye seemed a little anxious as he kicked at thin air.

45+2'.

"Jiang Guangtai, pass the ball up here..."

With a chest control and a turn, Tang Ye deftly avoided Rodri.

Seize the opportunity!

boom!
The shot is given.

This is an 8-minute angle!

Snapped!
As the Spanish goalkeeper pushed the ball out of play, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

"Beep, beep beep—!!!"

"The first half has ended, and the score is currently tied at 1-1!"

"The Chinese team performed quite well in the first half, and at times, it could even be said that the Chinese players performed better than the Spanish players."

Overall, it was not bad, but the national team's momentum weakened after conceding a goal, which is what everyone is worried about now.

On his way back to the locker room, Tang Ye washed his face with water while panting.

Pooh!
Grass!
"Don't worry, Tang! Just play well!"

"Don't be sad, Tang Ye, just keep going!"

"We are very satisfied!"

The fans' voices reached Tang Ye's ears. He glanced at them but didn't respond before turning his head back.

The fans said they were satisfied with the score, but Tang Ye was more unwilling to accept it.

After entering the players' tunnel, Tang Ye kicked over a trash can on the right side of the passageway.

……

The Spanish locker room was very quiet.

They appear to be the team that has tied the score, but in reality, the Spanish players are under just as much pressure as the Chinese players.

What's wrong with our situation?

Rodri expressed his dissatisfaction as soon as he entered.

"I've told you many times that TY will seize any opportunity, so be careful. Why are you still doing this?"

Alba said, "Couldn't you have marked him earlier? What if we get that penalty?"

"I can't give it to them, at most it's a free kick."

Alba tried to defend himself, but it didn't seem to work.

"We can't give them a free kick!"

Rodri angrily returned to his seat.

"If we continue to play like this, and continue to underestimate our opponents, then we might be the ones who get into trouble."

"..."

(End of this chapter)