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

Chapter 927 10vs11
"The second half has begun!"

"Although the Chinese team scored first in this match, they are currently behind."

"Yes, Escriva's side should make some adjustments, the Chinese team has made two substitutions!"

[Keep it up!]

【666666! 】

Hang in there, we absolutely can't lose the final. When will Tang, the King of Football, step up?!

[Moriyasu Hajime wasn't lying, Japan played so well. So Esheng, please don't lie to everyone either, okay? We're aiming for a back-to-back title!]

The situation is slightly unfavorable, but it is still under control.

China's attacking ability is significantly stronger than Japan's, so turning the tide should not be difficult!
"..."

"Wu Lei is on the right wing, this is a good opportunity."

"But we still need to watch Chi Zhongguo's passes!"

"Chi Zhongguo, pass the ball over here!"

"Leave it to Wu Lei!"

"Pretty!"

Wu Lei made a forward run the instant Chi Zhongguo struck the ball, seizing the opportunity to gain possession.

But just as Wu Lei was about to cut inside, the Chinese striker suddenly slipped and yelled, "Holy crap!"

boom!
Wu Lei fell to the ground, and the Japanese team gained possession of the ball.

It seems like too much water was spilled during halftime!

Wu Lei, the King of Football!
Falling down once during an attack is not a big deal; it just means missing an opportunity.

However, the Chinese team is currently behind, and Wu Lei's fall will give fans the feeling that "the national team is not in good form today".

Some naturally pessimistic fans are now completely disheartened.

"Wu Lei, get the hell up here!"

"Go China! Go China!"

Dongqiudi live match report: In the 52nd minute, Tang Ye's set-piece cross accurately found Zhang Yuning, whose header was blocked by Suzuki Aya.

Having made the crucial save, Aya Suzuki stuck out her big buttocks, ready to face anything.

"The game will end in 90 minutes!" Itakura Ko shouted.

"..."

"Ito Hiroki, give this to Maeda Daizen first."

"The Japanese team played very steadily and didn't rush."

"Wu Lei was leaning in, but Maeda Daizen chose to directly switch the ball to the weak side."

"The one with the ball is Ritsu Doan!"

As soon as Ritsu Doan got the ball, Wataru Endo immediately made a forward run down the middle and reached out for the ball.

!!!

Realizing the situation was dire, Wang Shenchao quickly fell to the ground, sliding away both Doan Ritsu, who was about to pass the ball.

"Oh!!!!"

"Foul! Foul! (in Japanese)"

The Japanese players suddenly became excited, and Tang Ye realized something was wrong, so he quickly ran over to defend Wang Shenchao.

"Referee, don't panic, listen to me, listen to me!"

"Beep!"

The referee first held up a yellow card above his head, then took it back and took out a red card.

"Oh!!!!!!!!!"

“Beep beep beep!!!”

"Holy crap, Wang Shenchao, what are you doing?!"

Red Card: Wang Shenchao (CHN).

Upon seeing the red card in the referee's hand, Wang Shenchao stood rooted to the spot, his face ashen, somewhat unable to accept the reality before him.

"This... Wang Shenchao already had a yellow card in the first half, have you forgotten?"

"That was too hasty! I really shouldn't have..."

The commentator was at a loss for words.

If a red card is issued at this point, even a fool would know what changes will occur next.

When the referee blew the whistle, the Japanese fans in the stadium immediately started celebrating!

"I……"

Wang Shenchao was somewhat at a loss. Tang Ye knew the situation was beyond saving, so he pushed his teammate off the field, saying, "It's okay, it's okay, there's nothing we can do. Let's leave it at that for now."

"..."

Wang Shenchao lowered his head, clapped hands with Eskreva, and then entered the players' tunnel.

He now understands very clearly that if he loses this game, he may never be able to get over it for the rest of his life.

"Actually, I think Wang Shenchao's performance in this Asian Cup was quite good. Including last year's World Cup, Wang Shenchao's performance can only be described as amazing."

"But today's final, sigh."

"Beep!"

The match continued, with the Chinese team now playing with one less player due to Wang Shenchao's red card.

10vs11!

With one less player and trailing by one goal, the Chinese team has started their favorite cycle of stacking buffs again.

"Hold on, hold on and we'll win!"

Hajime Moriyasu is encouraging the Japanese players.

Because of Wang Shenchao's red card, Japan made temporary adjustments to their tactics.

Mr. Bao originally planned to use pressing to prevent the Chinese team from playing their best offensive style.

But now the opposing team is down to one player, so all we need to do is hold our defense and we can win this game.

Maintain the score at 2-1, and then...

To become the champion of this year's Asian Cup!

……

Japan leads China 2-1

Wang Shenchao receives a red card, leaving the Chinese team with one less player.

Will Japan prevent China's national football team from winning two consecutive Asian Cup titles?

China loses final at Bird's Nest

"..."

"Come on, hurry up!"

"Spread it!"

Zhang Linpeng hesitated when Tang Ye called for the ball until Takefusa Kubo came over to clear the danger.

"Damn it, just give it to me already!"

Tang Ye shouted at Zhang Linpeng, "What are you hesitating for? Be decisive! We don't have many chances left!"

"..."

"Phew... damn it!"

With 60 minutes already elapsed, Tang Ye was starting to get anxious.

Tang Ye's emotions can have a direct impact on Chinese football fans, making them feel like they are on the verge of despair.

No way, Takizawa Laura and Momono Kana can actually suppress Tang Ye?

The time stop wasn't actually staged!

"Tang Ye receives the ball."

"Move to the left... The Japanese defenders are paying close attention to Tang Ye!"

"But look, hey, beautiful!"

"A coordinated effort from Tang Ye and Wu Xi!"

Upon receiving Wu Xi's through ball, Tang Ye decisively unleashed his top speed, sprinting to the edge of the penalty area in a single burst.

"Look at Tang Sang! Look at Tang Sang!"

“TY!”

"Look to your left!" (in Japanese)

The Japanese defenders were fully focused, and Zhang Yuning and Wu Lei were quickly marked.

They won't give Tang Ye any chance!

Itakura Kou put his hand on Tang Ye's shoulder.

"Grass!"

Tang Ye shrugged off Itakura Ko's hand and seized the opportunity to enter the restricted area with his fried meatballs.

"Look at Tang Sang! Tang Sang!"

Snapped!
Pass the ball to Zhang Yuning!
Zhang Yuning backheeled a defender and used the instep of his foot to pass the ball back.

Wow!!!

boom!
With a powerful shot, Tang Ye successfully put the ball into the net.

"The ball went in!!!"

"The ball is in!"

"2-2! China has tied the score!"

"Was that ball offside? We need to check if it was offside!"

The referee did not rush to blow the whistle, but waited for the video assistant's advice.

【VAR】

"hiss……"

The replay screen showed that He Wei no longer dared to breathe loudly.

"Tang Ye, give this to Zhang Yuning first."

"And then... there was no offside!"

"Tomiya Kenjiro has one foot ahead of Tang Ye!"

"The ball was not offside!"

Goal! 2-2!

"China has tied the score!"

Wow!!!

The sudden surprise stirred up excitement throughout the Bird's Nest.

"Awesome!" "Holy crap, awesome!"

"King Tang!!!"

Chinese fans regained their previous enthusiasm, but unfortunately, the Chinese national team players on the field did not begin to celebrate the goal.

"Get the ball! Get the ball!"

Escriva herded all the players who had run to the sidelines back: "Get the ball! Get the ball in the goal!"

"go back!"

The Chinese team is now down to ten men, which would be very disadvantageous for them if the game goes into overtime.

Escriva wanted to finish the game in regulation time.

"Look at me, and remember to keep track of where I am!"

While waiting for the kickoff, Tang Ye kept communicating with his teammates: "Be decisive! If you guys don't pass the ball to me, I won't be able to create opportunities!"

"Beep!!!"

"..."

"Yan Junling! Beautiful!"

Yan Junling held onto the ball tightly and then started running forward.

Maeda Dairan tried to block him with his body, but Jiang Guangtai pushed him aside.

"hurry up!"

Yan Junling tossed the ball into the air and then launched a powerful volley.

Snapped!
With a very crisp sound, the ball flew directly across the halfway line.

Fernando gets the ball!
"Looking for a free kick!"

"Looking for a free kick!"

"Free kick!"

Fans are offering Fernando advice.

The more crucial the moment, the more prone some of the Chinese team's players are to impotence. The poor national team fans can only pin their hopes on Tang Ye, who happens to be the number 10 for the Chinese team, who has always been very adept at playing from behind.

Fernando dribbled the ball to the byline, but by then the Japanese defense had already fully recovered and was in position.

There was no other way, so Fernando passed the message back to Wu Xi, who then contacted Chi Zhongguo.

Through a series of passes, the Chinese team moved the ball to the right side, specifically to Wu Lei's flank.

Let's make an adjustment!
Snapped!
"Oh!!!"

Wu Lei delivered a 45-degree cross, and Zhang Yuning and Tang Ye made forward runs in the middle almost simultaneously.

Zhang Yuning's positioning was a bit off, but Tang Ye got into position.

Jump up!
"what!!"

The ball flew past Tang Ye's hair.

"So close!!!"

"Eh, hiss...this."

"What a pity."

"If the ball had been hit a little lower, it probably would have been able to be hit..."

Tang Ye clutched his head, scratching his hair incessantly with his fingernails: "Damn it..."

"..."

Live match report: In the 74th minute, Tang Ye took a powerful shot from 39 meters out, but the ball hit the post and bounced out.

"come on!"

"come on--!!!"

"Arise!! Ye who refuse to be slaves!!"

"Use our flesh and blood to build our new Great Wall!"

"The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous moment!"

"..."

"With one heart and one mind, we advance, braving the enemy's gunfire!"

"Braving enemy fire, advance! Advance! Advance!!!"

Watching the TV broadcast is fine, but if you're actually at the competition venue, the atmosphere there will be incredibly intense.

The sounds from the four directions—east, west, south, and north—combined with the echoes from the venue, surged towards you, making you feel like you were surrounded by enemies.

Moriyasu kept writing things like "Calm down," "Do your best, you can do it," and "Japan will be the champion" in his notebook.

After all, the Chinese national football team is currently playing with one less player, and this match is Japan's best chance to defeat China in recent years.

San Shi Xun pulled the ball forward down the wing and pushed it forward the instant Zhang Lin Peng stretched out his leg.

Crotch-wearing is awesome!

Kaoru Mitsumata dribbled the ball further towards the top of the arc.

boom!
He pushed out a through ball with his instep, and at that moment, Asano Takuma ran past Wu Xi.

Smash the door!

boom!
"Jiang Guangtai!"

"Oh my God!"

"Haha, what a save! Beautiful Jiang Guangtai!"

As soon as he cleared the ball, Escriva immediately ordered his players to launch a counter-attack.

"..."

"This ball depends on Suzuki Aya-en; Tang Ye will probably still have to go straight for it!"

Tang Ye dribbled the ball and passed it to Fernando, who then took a shot.

Aya Suzuki pushes the ball out!

China has a corner kick opportunity.

Are you coming?

Chi Zhongguo took the ball to Tang Ye and asked for the captain's opinion.

Tang Ye hesitated for a moment, but ultimately stayed near the human wall to look for an opportunity.

"China!"

Boom!

"China!"

Boom!

"Chi Zhongguo, take the corner kick."

"At the far post, Tang Ye is surrounded by defensive players."

Tang Ye and Minamino Takumi jumped up together, but neither of them managed to get the ball.

Zhang Linpeng came up to the ball and lobbed it into the penalty area.

Wow!!!

Zhang Yuning!
Zhang Yuning headed the ball away.

She was still blocked by Suzuki Aya!
"Suzuki Aya-en's condition today is really exaggerated!"

"It's another corner kick for the Chinese team, this time from the right side."

With a corner kick on the right, Tang Ye had an idea. The national team captain called his teammates over, had a brief discussion, and then ran towards the corner flag.

Hey!

Eskeriva shrugged, expressing his bewilderment at Tang Ye's behavior.

The Chinese team is currently down to 10 men. If Tang Ye hadn't drawn the defense near the wall, the Chinese players wouldn't have had a chance to win a corner kick at all!
"Don't kick it yourself!"

Tang Ye heard the coach's call and turned to give Eskriva a thumbs up.

then……

He continued to study his corner kick.

"..."

Fine……

Eskeriva had nothing to say about this; he knew he couldn't persuade Tang Ye.

"Go Tang Ye!"

"Go Tang Ball King!"

"Tang Ye, I'll teach you. Give it to the front. See Jiang Guangtai? Give it to Jiang Guangtai."

With dozens of fans behind him acting as his advisors, Tang Ye glanced back.

Under normal circumstances, he would have responded to the fans' commands, but the pressure today was too great, so Tang Ye only nodded.

Wow, Tang Qiuwang is so aloof!

"Got it, brothers! I've been knocked out and entered my second form."

"Beep!!!"

With his right hand raised, Tang Ye began his running start.

Snapped!
The camera follows Tang Ye's corner kick.

The ball was spinning very fast, and its trajectory was somewhat unpredictable.

"That ball was passed a little too close!"

"Jiang Guangtai, see if there's a chance you can get the front point!"

"Jiang Guangtai!"

Jiang Guangtai jumped up to head the ball, but Tang Ye's corner kick suddenly changed direction in front of him.

?

Jiang Guangtai failed to touch the ball and was now close to despair.

But subconsciously he felt something was off.

Since Tang Ye's corner kick was not going to be his, was the ball actually meant for him?
With a sense of doubt, Jiang Guangtai watched as the ball in front of him made a turn and changed speed, finally grazing Suzuki Aya's fingers as it entered the goal.

The ball went in!
"The ball is in!"

"Did Jiang Guangtai touch it? It seems like Jiang Guangtai didn't touch the ball, but China's corner kick still went in!"

"That's Tang Ye's goal! A corner kick from Tang Ye found the back of the net!"

"3:2!"

"The Chinese team came back from a 10-man deficit to win the game!"

"Tang Ye! It's Tang Ye again!"

"Why is it still Tang Ye?!"

……

(End of this chapter)