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

Chapter 882 If you say you threw the last game, then you'd better really have thrown it.
Halftime report: Tang Ye scored with a superb rabona, and Olmo pushed the ball into the corner. The first half ended with China and Spain tied 1-1!
In the Chinese team's locker room, Eskrima explained the substitution plan for the second half to the players.

While speaking, Escriva would occasionally glance in Tang Ye's direction. The national team captain just sat on the stool, not saying a word for a long time.

By halftime, the group stage MVP was completely rendered speechless...

After receiving a signal from Eskeriva, Marty approached Tang Ye and asked, "Are you... alright now?"

"Isn't that a penalty kick?"

Tang Ye finally spoke: "I was hit after I jumped up, and his hand hit my lung!"

"..."

"Hey, I know it was the referee's fault, but that's all in the past."

Marty sighed, and Zhang Yuning came over to comfort him.

Such a good chance to lead 2-1, but the referee didn't award a penalty. Even Tang Ye couldn't swallow this: "Give me a penalty and it would definitely be 2-1 now."

Tang Ye is still dealing damage!

"It's okay, it's okay, let's not think about this anymore. I know you're right, you're the one who's right."

In fact, Marty also felt that Alaba's shoving was not serious, but he still firmly stood on the side of the Chinese team.

Unfortunately, although Martí is Spanish, he works for a Chinese team.

“They will pay for that stolen penalty, I assure you, Tom!”

"This penalty only affected the process, not the result," Marty said.

"..."

After saying all that, Tang Ye's mood improved somewhat.

Shaking his head and eating a banana to refresh himself, Tang Ye asked Mati about his running data from the first half.

6.5km.

To be honest, that's a bit much, but as long as we don't play in extra time, my stamina is more than enough.

His emotions shifted quickly. After his attention returned to the game, Tang Ye stood up, straightening his jersey: "Go, brothers!"

"come on!"

"By the way, I have a feeling that Rodri might be moved to defensive midfield in the second half."

Tang Ye suddenly looked at Eskeriva and said something that made the latter's eyes light up.

Rodri switched back to the defensive midfield position... He hadn't considered that.

Are you confident you can succeed?

"I can't really say... but I think the probability is pretty high."

Tang Ye pointed his thumb to the locker room door: "Busquets and Gavi played terribly today. I think Rodri will probably ask the coach to change his position."

"..."

Eskeriva squinted, his mind racing.

……

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

"Spain's substitution: Morata replaces Asensio!"

After Morata came on, Rodri went over to hand him the captain's armband, but Morata refused.

Rodri was in excellent form today, and it should be a good thing for Spain if he continues to serve as captain.

"For the Chinese team, Fernando has replaced Zhang Xizhe!"

"Staying with Wei Shihao while bringing on Fernando is a rather aggressive substitution by the Chinese team!"

"Yes, I feel that the Chinese team is looking for some opportunities. If I were the Chinese coach, hehe, I would ask the players on the field to find the opponent's mistakes. But it's hard to say, it also depends on the state of the Spanish defenders in the second half."

"espaol!"

"espaol!"

Morata's appearance has greatly boosted the confidence of Spanish fans, after all, he is the true starting center forward for Spain!
"..."

"!"

"here!"

As Tang Ye raised his right hand to receive the ball, he accelerated forward, preparing to receive the through pass from Zhang Yuning.

boom!
"Beep!"

Yellow Card: Busquets (SPN).

The footage shows Tang Ye pounding the grass with his right fist, while the referee shows a yellow card to Busquets for pulling him down.

This scene is truly classic.

"So far in this World Cup, the Chinese team has played a total of 4 matches. In these 4 matches, all 6 defensive midfielders who matched up against Tang Ye have received yellow cards, without exception."

The referees and fans simultaneously produced an interesting statistic.

If the opposing team has Tang Ye, then our defensive midfielder will have to carry a yellow card at the start of the game.

"Idiot, stop pulling people in, okay?"

"Fake Squid!"

"Play well!"

"Shhh!!!"

Busquets unsurprisingly got criticized.

Tang Ye was helped up and gave his teammates a thumbs up: "It's okay, it's okay."

55 minutes.

The score is still 1-1, but Escriva's expression isn't very good.

It's clear that Tang Ye is getting a little anxious. He's dribbling the ball faster and faster, and sometimes his teammates can't even keep up with his pace.

However, this style of play also has its advantages, namely, it makes the Spanish defenders' heads spin.

boom!
With a right-footed flick, Tang Ye moved towards the center, leaving Pedri behind.

Knowing that Busquets already had a yellow card, Tang Ye chose to accelerate directly, using his physical advantage to force his way past the second defender, and then pass the ball to Fernando.

"Look ahead!"

Fernando passed the ball to Wei Shihao.

Wow!!!

At this point, Eskrima's substitutions came into play. Wei Shihao, Fernando, and Wang Shenchao all possess good attacking attributes, and their simultaneous runs down the wing created some deep attacking opportunities for the Chinese national team.

Llorente was flustered, Fernando stepped on the ball, and Wei Shihao came up.

Snapped!
Cross the ball to find Wu Lei at the far post!

Wow!!!

Jump up!
boom!
Wu Lei and Laporte collided.

Wu Lei lost the duel, but Spain did not gain possession of the ball directly.

As the ball rolled toward the corner flag, Wu Xi rushed over quickly.

"Beautiful Wu Xi!"

"The Chinese team managed to get the ball before it went out of bounds, and then passed it back to the goalkeeper."

"Hey, Tang Ye!"

Tang Ye suddenly accelerated and rushed between Morata and Gavi, easily taking possession of the ball.

He stopped abruptly to find the ball's position, but the next second a strange force came from the side and knocked him to the ground.

"Beep!"

This was a foul by Garvy, but the referee did not show a yellow card this time, only giving the player a verbal warning.

[Damn, that's disgusting. Is this how everyone plays? Aren't they afraid their defensive midfielders will all be covered in yellow cards?]

Spain has a lot of midfielders, so what's there to be afraid of? But it's definitely a tough game for them.

[Where's Hao Ge?! Hao Ge! Go down with Garvey! Don't let him foul!]

[6666, I suggest Wei Shihao stay next to Tang Ye and don't move.]

[Go Ethan, Ethan! If you win this game, I'll curse Ten Hach for the rest of my life!]

The fans really understand what Eskeriva needs.

Help them fight against Ten Hag, yes, that's exactly what the Spanish need most.

It's a pity he can't see the comments on Dongqiudi's live stream now, otherwise he would definitely be moved to tears.

67nd minute of the second half.

After making their second substitution, Spain's situation improved as Unai Simon delivered a precise long pass to Olmo.

Olmo easily controlled the high ball and passed it across to Morata.

"left!"

Wang Dalei reminded him, and Jiang Guangtai immediately went to find Torres.

Snapped!
Morata passed the ball to Torres, who then circled around from behind while his teammates and defenders were battling, reaching a point further to the right.

Torres passed the ball to Torres and then began to cut inside.

! !
Jiang Guangtai was in a difficult position; he had to choose one of the two attacking players to mark.

Jiang Guangtai's choice was Torres.

Torres opted to pass the ball to Morata, who had just cut in.

Snapped!
He took a shot with his left foot, and the ball grazed the left post and went into the net.

"GOOO-AAAA-LLLL!!!!"

"Goal...tsk, hiss..."

"Was that ball offside? It doesn't seem offside..."

The commentator didn't seem to pay attention to the strict requirement of "neutrality," but it doesn't matter.

There's something to it about the goals scored by Spain!
Based on the replay, there was no suspicion of offside.

The ball went in!
2: 1!

"Roar--!!!"

Morata and Rodri yelled at each other, and the Spanish players on the bench, wearing vests, rushed out one after another.

"Vamos!"

"Vamos!!!!"

Live match report: Torres played a through ball, Morata slotted home, making the score 1-2, with China trailing.

Eskeriva remained expressionless, but his teeth were clenched together, he was drenched in cold sweat, and his heart was pounding.

Spain's comeback...

It's finally here!
"Stay calm, as long as we stay calm, we can win!" Rodri was worried that his teammates would continue to underestimate their opponents, so he specifically reminded them during the celebration: "It's 2-1!"

The Chinese team was in a very difficult situation, and a feeling of powerlessness washed over Tang Ye.

Bad news: They are down by one goal, and the game is tilting in Spain's favor.

Good news: There are 20 minutes left.

If there were only a few minutes left in the game, Tang Ye would probably be in despair.

Time is the only thing the Chinese national football team has right now.

Exactly 20 minutes!

“Ole~Ole~Ola~~~”

“Ole Ole Ole~~”

"Team China!"

Boom!

"Team China!"

Bang bang bang!
The fans in the stands also started to put in more effort, but the Chinese team's attack was still struggling.

Look at the substitutions on the Spanish side: Balde replaces Busquets.

Good heavens, what Tang Ye said at halftime turned out to be a perfect prophecy.

To prevent the Chinese national team's attack from pushing forward, Enrique moved the in-form Rodri back to the defensive midfield position.

This is Rodri's best position!
In the 74th minute, Gavi also received a yellow card.

After observing the situation on the field, Escriva immediately made a judgment.

Attack the left flank where Gawi is located!

"..."

"Pass the ball through!"

"Beautiful! Feng Xiaoting's long pass!"

“Fernando…”

By changing the pace and moving forward quickly, taking advantage of Gavi's inability to make large movements, Fernando's forward runs were very aggressive, covering a distance of more than 20 meters on his own, and creating the deep attack that the coach wanted to see.

The baseline position is now shifting towards the middle!
Bringing the ball in with his body wouldn't work, but fortunately Zhang Yuning made a timely forward run and received a pass from Fernando on the left side of the penalty area.

boom!
Baldr stepped up from behind, and Zhang Yuning forced himself to stop.

The pass was passed back to Fernando for the assist!

"Come on, come on!"

Tang Ye in the middle lane is already reaching out!

Fernando passed the ball to Tang Ye, who stopped the ball by stepping on it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Rhodes was right next to him, as expected.

Rodri's defensive experience is too outstanding, so Tang Ye must take an unconventional approach.

With his left hand raised, Tang Ye blocked Rodri's close marking and dribbled the ball to the right.

A right-footed spike!

Snapped!
The ball was transferred to Tang Ye's left foot. Tang Ye glanced at the goal, raised his left leg, and prepared to shoot directly.

Rodri reacted quickly, seizing the opportunity of Tang Ye's shot and raising his arm to block it.

Here comes the trick: Tang Ye cuts back from his left foot to his right. Because the ball is moving very fast, it bounces off his right foot again.

The rebounding ball went right through Rodri's legs.

"!!!"

"Depend on!"

Rodri reached out to pull Tang Ye down, but the latter nimbly pulled away at the last possible distance.

boom!
In the end, it was Rodri who fell to the ground because he lost his balance after lifting his leg.

"Woww!!!!"

Snapped!
With a flick of his toe, he passed the ball to Zhang Yuning inside the penalty area.

Zhang Yuning held off Llorente and passed the ball to Wu Lei.

At the far post, the Chinese national team winger arrived in a flash.

Snapped!
"GOOO-AAA-LLLL!!!"

"The ball is in!"

"The ball is in!"

"Wu Lei!"

"Wu Lei scores!"

"2:2!!"

"My goodness, 2-2! The Chinese team has tied the score!"

"In the 77th minute of the second half, the Chinese team equalized the score!!!"

After scoring, Wu Lei paused for a few steps, seemingly to confirm that what he was seeing was real.

"Run, damn it!"

Tang Ye urged him on from behind, and Wu Lei, realizing what was happening, immediately began his celebration.

"Wow!!!!"

"Roar!"

With a right uppercut, Wu Lei roared in mid-air.

【? ? ? ? 】

【66666】

【6666666】

"Brilliant!"

All 20-plus players on the field and on the bench were in position, pressing Wu Lei down layer by layer.

"Huh, huhu..."

Tang Ye, supporting his knees and catching his breath, rushed over and hugged Ma Di and Chi Zhongguo.

"Well done!"

"I don't need you to remind me!"

"Ha ha!"

Most of his teammates knelt on the ground to celebrate, while Tang Ye started dancing rhythmically next to them.

The feeling is coming!

Dongqiudi live match report: In the 84th minute, Morata received a through pass from Rodri and then fired a shot that was saved by Wang Dalei.

Live match report: In the 87th minute, Morata headed the ball, but it went over the crossbar.

Live match report: In the 89th minute, Pedri was injured and substituted off, and Williams came on as a substitute.

"It might go into overtime..."

Neither side capitalized on their scoring opportunities.

"Which side would benefit more if extra time were played?"

"Well, that's hard to say..."

"..."

"Beep, beep beep—!!!"

The 94-minute regulation time has ended.

To everyone's surprise, the Chinese national football team drew 2-2 with Spain in the first round of the knockout stage.

Despite the draw, the result was actually a pleasant surprise for China. As a result, you could see that the Chinese fans in the stands were much more excited and dominated Spain.

but……

One thing Chinese fans need to worry about now is whether their players' stamina can hold up in overtime.

After the whistle blew to signal the end of the regular time, Tang Ye plopped down on the grass.

Tang Ye (CHN): 7

[Running distance: 14.1km]

This scene certainly looked a bit embarrassing for the four-time Ballon d'Or winner, but the time allotted for tactical discussions before extra time was crucial.

While Skriva was explaining the tactics, Tang Ye was lying on the ground, receiving an effective muscle massage with essential oils from three therapists.

"This is our last chance, the last 30 minutes, I..."

With Eskeriva's voice in his ears, Tang Ye closed his eyes and looked up to see the spotlights hanging above the Ahmed Stadium.

"..."

On the field, with one minute left before the start of overtime, the captains of both teams had just finished choosing sides. Tang Ye won the coin toss, and the Chinese team got the right to kick off.

"Tom."

Rodri hugged Tang Ye: "I never thought it would turn out like this."

"You guys played really well, keep it up."

"Ha ha!"

Tang Ye and Rodri bumped fists: "The last match was a fixed game (referring to Japan), but you guys probably didn't play very comfortably, right?"

"Ok?"

They were about to separate and rejoin their respective teammates when Tang Ye's words made Rodri stop and turn around: "Not feeling well? What do you mean?"

"You guys didn't actually hold back much when you played against Japan... right?"

"This……"

Tang Ye is too sensitive; a 90-minute match is enough for him to make a judgment about the situation in Spain.

If you say you deliberately lost the game against Japan, then you better really have.

"Um, Rhodes."

Tang Ye continued, "I said before the match started that I wouldn't blame you if we lost."

"...If, I mean if, cough, if you lose, will you blame me?"

……

(End of this chapter)