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

Chapter 904 Ferran's Second Kneeling: A Do-or-Die Strategy

I thought Ronaldo was going to shoot directly, but he just backheeled the ball to the goal again.

The ball came to Bruno Fernandes' feet.

This spot is absolutely perfect.

boom!
“GOOO—AAAA—LLL!!!”

The ball went in!
Bruno Fernandes!
This is Bruno Fernandes' second goal!

3: 2!

Portugal has regained their advantage!
"Roar!!!"

B.F. clenched his fists and roared.

The Portuguese midfielder had a ferocious expression, but unfortunately he was a bit too thin; otherwise, he could have given off a terrifying aura.

"Beautiful! Beautiful!"

"Ha ha!"

Cristiano Ronaldo spread his arms and hugged his teammate, while Santos clapped continuously.

"Bruno!"

"Bruno!"

This goal was crucial for Portugal, turning the score from 2-2 to 3-2. Portugal can now switch to defense and give China no further chances.

As seen on the live screen, Eskeriva was scratching his hair.

The Chinese team's head coach is trying to find a solution!
But he couldn't seem to come up with any good ideas!
"..."

"Portugal made a substitution, with Gonzalo Ramos replacing Cristiano Ronaldo. He shares the same name as Real Madrid's Ramos, but this young player plays as a striker, and he was instrumental in Portugal's advancement to the quarterfinals!"

"Yes, the only hat-trick scorer in the knockout stage of this World Cup so far."

Cristiano Ronaldo and Gonzalo Ramos high-fived: "Come on! Be careful, we've already won!"

After leaving the field and arriving at the bench, Ronaldo simply took a sip of water and returned to the sidelines, shouting and gesturing as if he were acting as an assistant to Santos.

"Cristiano Ronaldo... haha, he really wants to win."

"Portugal does have the advantage right now, but I think the Chinese team still has some chances."

As soon as his colleague finished speaking, Zhan Jun immediately realized that something was wrong.

Portugal has started playing defensively!
Even Leo, who used to love to go all out, stopped charging forward!
[It's not just giving you a chance, Santos. You know I've always been a fan of yours.]

[I knew switching to Ronaldo would mean playing defensively, damn it, guys!]

Please stop this... Is there any way?

[As I said, what we lack right now is a top-class winger, otherwise we're helpless. Relying solely on GGBond, if he's contained, we're doomed.]

[Essen! Why don't you go on and substitute Wu Lei? Wu Lei seems to be sleepwalking today, he's getting completely dominated by Cancelo!]

It's actually quite normal for Wu Lei to be outmatched by Cancelo, given the significant difference in their abilities.

However, with their continued upsets leading up to the third-place match, many Chinese fans have a misjudgment of Wu Lei and Zhang Yuning's abilities.

A net worth of 1500 million with the performance of 4000 million is indeed impressive.

But it would be wrong of you to consider them as players worth 8000 million euros because of this!

“Cancelo, come up here.”

"To Otavio!"

"Pass it to Vitinha again!"

"Wow, Zhang Xizhe, beautiful!"

Zhang Xizhe intercepted the pass from Otavio, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Zhang Xizhe had already made his pass before he fell.

The pass was perfect; Wu Lei has the ball now.

"Wuh Jung-hwan!"

"Go Wu Lei! Beat them!"

Wu Lei is making a quick run down the right flank with the ball, looking for the right opportunity.

As soon as he reached the baseline, Leo and Otavio, who had been tracking back, were already in position.

hiss……

It's clear that Portugal watched China's previous matches and learned from their experiences against Spain and the Netherlands.

Wu Lei kept controlling the ball towards the baseline, and even when it was almost out of bounds, he still couldn't find an opportunity to pass it out.

On the left flank, Fernando and Wang Shenchao were calling for the ball, but Wu Lei didn't seem to have the ability to pass it to them.

With no other options available, Wu Lei had a sudden inspiration and kicked the ball at Leo, causing it to bounce out of bounds.

"Beep!"

A corner kick for the Chinese team.

"Sure, great! Nice!"

Tang Ye gave Wu Lei a thumbs up, then called Zhang Xizhe over.

After exchanging a few quiet words, Tang Ye passed the corner kick that was originally his to his teammate.

"Beep!"

"Zhang Xizhe!"

"take a look."

Snapped!
"The offer is very high. Should we look for Tang Ye?"

"Hey, where's Tang Ye!?"

The two talked for a long time before the corner kick, but now Tang Ye is nowhere to be found.

Who is Zhang Xizhe going to pass it on to?

The ball flew very high, and Jiang Guangtai and Pepe in the penalty area knew they had no chance, so they simply didn't choose to jump.

It is positioned slightly behind the apex of the arc.

Just then, Tang Ye rushed in from outside the camera's view.

"Eh!"

After slowing down and making small adjustments, Tang Ye raised his right leg.

"Diogo! (Costa)"

Cristiano Ronaldo shouted, "Shot!"

Snapped!
Tang Ye's right outside foot brushed the center of the ball, producing a crisp sound.

!

Pepe suddenly stretched out his head, trying to block the ball with his head, but unfortunately he was a little too far off.

Costa jumped out!
Unfortunately, the ball was moving too fast. Just as the Portuguese goalkeeper jumped, the referee's watch went off.

drop!
“GOOO—AAAA—LLLL!!!”

"The ball is in!"

"The ball is in!"

"Oh my God!"

"Goal! Tang Ye!"

"It's still Tang Ye!!"

A world-class goal with the outside of the foot!

"3-3! China has tied the score!!"

"My goodness... what a corner kick combination!"

When Tang Ye took the shot, Vitinho was standing right next to him, watching helplessly as Tang Ye completed a series of actions.

Even when Tang Ye ran out to celebrate, Vitinha's gaze hadn't left the Chinese team captain.

no……

Bro, is this how you play a corner kick?
boom!
The Chinese players gathered below, but before a few substitutes could even hang on Tang Ye, Eskeriva immediately came over and chased them away.

"One more goal! One more goal!"

No overtime!

Escriva grabbed Wu Lei's head: "No penalties, no extra time!"

The Chinese team's head coach seemed a bit overconfident, but Ferran had indeed found the path with the highest probability of success out of all available options.

Trying to finish off Portugal within regulation time is undeniably pretentious.

But this is already one of the best options for the Chinese national football team at present.

The players were quickly driven away, and even Tang Ye, who was yelling at the fans in the stands, was caught by Mati.

"Go back, go back!"

"Tom!"

"Our medals!"

"do not forget!"

A man named Mati was pulling at him from the side. Tang Ye gave a thumbs-up to the fans in the stands before he was willing to leave.

……

Live match report: In the 78th minute, Wu Lei's long-range shot was blocked by Ruben Diaz, and the score remained 3-3.

Long live China!

"Awesome! Tang the Ball King is awesome!"

"Go Tang Ye! Go Tang Ye!"

I don't know if it was because of too much adrenaline that made them a little dizzy, but at such a crucial moment, the Chinese football fans couldn't even reach a consensus on what to say.

Boom!

Bang bang bang!
Can't you hear the organizers' drumbeats?
They did hear it, but the situation on the field was too intense, with a terrifying scene every now and then, and the fans frequently exclaimed "wow," so naturally they couldn't shout out a unified slogan.

"Wang Shenchao!"

"Give me the inverted triangle shape!"

"Hey, that was a bit of a misplay."

Wang Shenchao kicked the ball away in a triangular motion.

As one of the best-performing players in the Chinese national football team at this World Cup, Wang Shenchao's stamina seems to have run out at this stage.

Fortunately, the situation in Portugal is similar.

Just three days ago, the French national team was battling Argentina in this stadium, and many key players, such as Ruben Diaz, have not yet fully recovered.

By the 80th minute, both sides had a great understanding and made substitutions simultaneously. What followed was very interesting.

The player who makes fewer mistakes has a greater chance of winning the game.

……

The top trending topic: China vs. Portugal.

No. 2: The Pig War.

No. 3: Tang Ye equalizes, China 3-3 Portugal!
No. 4: The Chinese national football team is expected to win its first World Cup medal.

No. 5: Bruno Fernandes scored twice, Portugal 3:2 China.

Boom!

Boom!

Surrounded by two defenders, Tang Ye dribbled around in the attacking third, giving Bernardo Silva no chance to win the ball.

I was originally planning to continue the process, but for some reason B's fee also came through.

With the number of defenders increasing from two to three, Tang Ye was truly at a loss. If he didn't pass the ball soon, the opponent might steal it.

Snapped!
Possession was given to Chi Zhongguo, who was there to receive the ball.

Chi Zhongguo passed the ball back to Zhu Chenjie, who was at the very back.

"Charge forward!" (in Chinese)

Eskeriva's Chinese shouts gave Zhu Chenjie a real boost of energy.

"coming!"

"A long pass from Zhu Chenjie, it was aimed at Fernando again."

Stop the ball!

After Fernando chested the ball down, there was no teammate to support him for the moment. Fortunately, Dalot didn't clear the ball in time, so the ball remained under Chinese control.
Fernando cuts inside from near the byline, aiming for the penalty area!
Hey!

Wang Shenchao came over to ask for the ball.

Fernando feigned a run down the wing, took Dalot away, and then passed the ball back to Wang Shenchao.

Wang Shenchao then passed the ball to Tang Ye, who was receiving it in the middle.

"Oh!!!"

As expected, screams erupted from the crowd. Tang Ye had gotten carried away and, after adjusting his position, unleashed a curling shot.

"what!"

B. Fei jumped up and spun in the air, trying to block Tang Ye's lob shot with his back, but he failed.

Tang Ye's shot whizzed towards the far corner!

Costa!
Costa was devastated when he jumped out but failed to touch the ball.

duang!

Good news! Tang Ye's shot hit the junction of the crossbar and the post perfectly.

"Oh!"

"Grass!"

Tang Ye gritted his teeth; his face was already a little red.

"The Chinese team isn't having much luck!"

"Hiss... If I'm lucky, I think I can end the match!"

Although his job is just commentating on matches, Zhan Jun is already feeling a bit out of breath.

After so many years of hard work, we are now just one step away from a World Cup medal.

We can't let this opportunity slip away!
85'.

"Gonzalo Ramos!"

"Wow!"

"Almost!"

"Wang Dalei's save was very timely!"

"Let's see how they counterattack!"

"Throw the ball directly to Wu Lei!"

Wang Dalei threw the ball with great force, but it flew directly over Wu Lei's head and went out of bounds.

Wu Lei helplessly shrugged, making the commentator a little nervous: "The Chinese team can't rush things now. It's especially crucial at times like these that we can't afford to be hasty!"

"But we can't afford to drag this out into extra time either. If it goes to extra time or penalties, Portugal will definitely have the advantage, especially since they still have Palinha on the field."

At this point, the CCTV commentators finally stopped pretending and directly referred to the two teams as "we" and "the other side," practically wearing their stance on their sleeves.

But this didn't work!

The commentator's stance does not determine the overall course of the match!
Eskeriva's body was already trembling, but the shaking was not significant and would not be noticeable if the cameras were not focused.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving.

After hesitating for a moment, the Spanish coach finally took two steps forward.

"Can't go in."

The linesman came over to remind him, but Escriva didn't say anything and just knelt down.

"..."

The linesman fell silent.

You can't truly understand the pressure the coach is under. You might as well kneel down, as long as you don't foul.

"Tang Ye".

"Come up from the left!"

Wow, that's fast!

Tang Ye increased his speed, and just then B Fei approached. Without saying a word, Tang Ye shielded himself with his body and then changed direction.

Taking advantage of his weight, Tang Ye pushed B Fei aside.

"Depend on!"

B staggered a few steps.

This guy is stubborn; he knows his body isn't as tough as Tang Ye's, but he still wants to chase after him.

At this moment, Tang Ye was already running towards the top of the arc.

"here!"

Zhang Yuning took his position and received a pass from Tang Ye.

He flicked the ball behind him, and Tang Ye, who was making a forward run, caught it.

perfect!

Tang Ye is now inside the penalty area.

"Don't give them a penalty!"

"Don't give them a penalty!"

Cristiano Ronaldo was seen waving his arms off the field, appearing very anxious, but almost all the cameras were focused on Tang Ye, so not many people noticed Ronaldo's unusual behavior.

Pepe pulled the ball towards the post with his right foot, and quickly followed.

When the shooting angle was reduced to an infinitesimal size, Tang Ye used an air step and a shoulder drop to change direction to the right and move away from the post.

"!"

Peipei suddenly reached out and grabbed Tang Ye's arm, causing him to fall to the ground.

But just before Tang Ye fell to the ground, he successfully pushed the ball to Zhang Yuning at the penalty spot.

"Give it to Wu Lei!"

Not daring to be negligent, Zhang Yuning immediately set up the ball for Wu Lei.

"Oh!!!!"

boom!
With a powerful shot, Wu Lei's shot passed through the gap between Costa's arm and thigh and finally entered the goal frame.

"GOOO-AAAA-LLLL!!!!"

"The ball is in!"

"4:3!"

"That was a game-winning shot!"

"China's winning goal!"

"Is there something wrong with this ball!?"

"Let's check the replay! We need to see if there's anything wrong with that ball!"

The commentators were worried the goal would be disallowed, but before the broadcast could even show a replay, the referee had already confirmed the goal.

A few seconds later, the score in the upper left corner of the screen changed.

【CHN4:3POR】

The goal is valid!

"..."

"Roar——!!!"

Wu Lei's face turned red instantly, and he immediately threw off his jersey.

With his feet firmly planted, Wu Lei seemed to be trying to do a combination transformation move with Thunder Yatalis, but he forgot the specifics of the move.

It was a little awkward, but his teammates on the bench quickly rushed over and surrounded Wu Lei, and the awkwardness disappeared.

"Brilliant!"

"Brilliant!"

【6666】

【666666】

It has to be Tang Ye again, let's use Tang the Ball King as the forward.

[Was that a last-minute winner? I was surprised the ball wasn't offside; I thought it was.]

[Game over, brothers. Goodbye Portugal!]

"..."

"Beep, beep beep—!!!!"

……

(End of this chapter)