Chapter 399: Mom Asked Me Why I Was Kneeling to Watch TV, God Did Not

Ningbo, Zhejiang.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet, Wang Yudong? We're leaving for Taizhou tomorrow."

Wang Wang Yudong's mother pushed the door open and only then realized her son's room lights were on.

And her son, Wang Wang Yudong, was at this moment kneeling in front of the television, his hands hanging naturally at his sides.

"Yu... Wang Yudong, why are you kneeling to watch TV?"

Wang Wang Yudong turned his head and found it was his mother.

"I'm watching God, Mom."

"Are you under too much pressure?"

His mother quickly walked over, hugged Wang Wang Yudong, and then saw what was displayed on the television screen.

China 1:0 Germany.

"Uh, this..."

Her son was a football specialty student, so of course she had some understanding of Chinese football.

"Mom, do you think one day I could be teammates with Tang Ye?"

His mother said nothing; Wang Wang Yudong continued, "If I become teammates with Tang Ye, Mom, I'll tell you immediately."

After his mother left the room, Wang Wang Yudong took out his mobile phone from the bed and skillfully opened QQ.

【Taizhou Ostrich Club Ballon d'Or Candidates (67)】

This was his new club; the teammates inside were all guys around his age.

It was worth mentioning that this QQ group had no coach.

【Wang Yudong, did you see that? Damn, this goal by Tang Ye is truly defying heaven!】

Glancing at the TV in front of him to confirm Germany hadn't scored, Wang Wang Yudong replied on his phone.

【Saw it, saw it. My mom just came in.】

【Oh oh, won't your mom scold you for watching the match this late?】

【It's fine. I often stay up very late; my mom is actually quite nice.】

【So what did your mom say?】

【Mom asked me why I was kneeling to watch TV.】

On the television screen before Wang Wang Yudong, the camera cut to Plattenhardt breaking through down the line.

Slap!

Zhang Zhang Linpeng was marking him, but Plattenhardt handled it very well.

A back pass went to Reus, who had just come on!

Reus chipped the ball into the penalty area!

At the first point, Werner jumped up but failed to reach the ball.

The second point!

Bang!

Müller leaped high for a header.

But Zeng Cheng pushed it away!

Beep!

A corner kick opportunity for the German team!

Still handed to Kroos to take!

"It's okay, it's okay, just stay steady, just stay steady."

Standing on the edge of the penalty area, Tang Ye encouraged his teammates.

The feeling had already risen; what needed to be done next was to maintain this form.

Hmm, overall, China's chances in this match were still quite good.

"Beep beep beep!!!"

Fake whistles flew everywhere as Kroos ran up to deliver the corner kick!

"Brother Peng! Brother Peng!"

Tang Ye judged the landing point well, but suddenly chaos erupted in the penalty area.

Müller, originally in the center, suddenly accelerated rushing toward the near post.

Kroos's corner kick was delivered very low, but it seemed as if the teammates had discussed this beforehand.

Müller lunged forward with his body!

Core tightened!

A flick of the header!

Goalkeeper Zeng Cheng dropped to one knee.

Müller's header struck a spot close to the dead angle, and since the distance was short, Zeng Cheng had absolutely no way to stop it.

"GOOO——AAAAA——LLLL!!"

"Thomas Müller!"

"Ugh!"

The CCTV commentator held his head in his hands, seemingly unable to accept this goal.

"Was there an offside?"

"Seems like there wasn't an offside..."

The German players rushed out to celebrate, and the German fans in the stands also began their revelry at this moment.

Although China's offensive in the second half was strangely fierce, Germany's foundation was not just talk.

Their overall form was poor, but Kimmich and Müller could be said to have carried the entire team on their shoulders.

"Germany!"

"Germany!"

Tang Ye stood on the grass, watching helplessly as the score on the big screen changed from 0:1 to 1:1.

Chewing some gum, Tang Ye looked again toward the away team's substitute bench.

Hao Hao Junmin and Gao Gao Zhunyi were already ready.

With only 20 minutes remaining, the Chinese team was about to make its final push!

Hold the score!

Or...

"Score another one, we can still score."

"Can you play?"

Panting, Tang Ye observed the condition of his teammates.

The national team's January training camp in Hainan had paid off; most players on the field still retained some stamina.

"Pass to me, just pass to me."

Tang Ye instructed Wu Lei and Wei Wei Shihao separately: "Mainly attack through Brother Hao's side; we'll charge at Kimmich."

Kimmich was playing very well, but playing well comes at a price.

Tang Ye could see that Kimmich was already showing signs of nearing his limit.

After emphasizing his points with his teammates, Tang Ye was called away by Lippi along with Zhang Zhang Yuning.

Madaloni, meanwhile, spoke privately with Wei Wei Shihao.

The national team's assistant coach pointed at the German players on the field: "Keep up the momentum; your momentum is crucial."

"Whoever messes with Tom, you take them out, understand what I mean? Only a few minutes left; hold the score, ensure Tom doesn't get injured—that's our task for the remainder, understood?"

"Mm."

Wei Wei Shihao's eyes lit up, and then he broke into a smile.

"Leave it to me."

The German players were all tall and burly, but for Wei Wei Shihao, who had been picking fights everywhere since his time at Shandong Luneng, this meant nothing.

At the Shandong Luneng base, he fought people for Tang Ye.

For the national team, he was likewise fighting people for Tang Ye.

Wei Wei Shihao glanced next door at Tang Ye, who was listening intently to Lippi.

Mm...

His thoughts drifted back to that summer six years ago.

That year, Tang Ye was 13, and Wei Wei Shihao was 17.

"Damn, impressive! What's your name?"

"Brother Hao, awesome, Brother Hao!"

"Haha, Brother Hao, I'm returning to Guangdong tomorrow; are you coming with me? Want to go play in Guangdong?"

"Brother Hao!"

Hm?

Wei Wei Shihao paused for a moment, then realized Tang Ye was standing right in front of him: "Damn, don't zone out, Brother Hao, only a few minutes left!"

"Oh, oh, my bad, my bad."

"It's fine, it's fine; later I'll mainly attack down your flank, so you just charge ahead with confidence, and I'll follow right behind you."

"Like when we were kids?"

Wei Wei Shihao's sudden remark left Tang Ye silent.

Coming to his senses, Tang Ye burst out laughing.

"Haha, I suppose you could put it that way; I'll always be right behind you, so just play with confidence."

Bang!

Tang Ye and Wei Wei Shihao fist-bumped.

Wei Wei Shihao drew his Blade of Youth, instantly forging a Youth Training Bond with Tang Ye.

Thus, the first Bond within the national team was born!

Lippi had previously stated that if the national team performed excellently in an actual match, they could achieve an overall rating of 80.

Now that the first Bond had formed, the national team could truly rely on their hard strength to challenge the threshold of 80!

"Let's go, let's go!"

Madaloni shouted encouragement to the players, while Tang Ye high-fived Wu Lei and Feng Feng Xiaoting separately: "It's fine, it's fine; we can win, trust me, we can win."

"Don't be afraid, okay? Really, don't be afraid anymore; we can win!"

Glug glug!

He gulped down large mouthfuls of water.

Pfft!

He spat it all out!

Suddenly feeling much more comfortable, Tang Ye returned to the pitch.

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Müller wins a header from a scramble, Germany equalizes the score.

【The dream is shattered, brothers】

"Stop dreaming! A draw is perfectly fine, just hold on, just hold on!"

"I just want to know what Lippi said at halftime; damn, Feng Feng Xiaoting is playing so aggressively!"

"The German team has demonstrated the depth of a defending champion; Müller equalizes with a header."

"Hiss... but Commentator He, I have a viewpoint now, I'm just not sure if I should say it."

"What viewpoint?"

"Well... I feel that if the Chinese team can maintain the offensive momentum they had right at the start of the second half, they stand a chance to breach the German goal again."

Huang Huang Jianxiang gave the Chinese national team's second-half performance high praise!

Breach the German goal again?

Is that even possible?

"Damn it, I'm really fed up!"

Tang Ye and Özil were entangled again, the two pushing and shoving each other.

"Hey, pull him back, pull him back!"

Madaloni jumped straight up from his chair, signaling the Chinese players to hold Tang Ye back.

Tang Ye already had a yellow card on him!

Another yellow card would mean a sending-off!

Not just a sending-off, but also a one-match suspension; if that happened, the Chinese team's World Cup journey would be over.

The situation was dire; even someone as composed as Lippi couldn't help but shout now.

"No, no!"

The Italian shouted in stiff Chinese.

"Get away!"

Tang Ye was also heated; he reached out and shoved Özil away directly.

Wei Wei Shihao rushed over immediately to hold Tang Ye back, while Wu Lei took responsibility for pushing Özil away.

"Calm down!"

Referee Zhu Cai Fa shouted separately at Tang Ye and Özil: "If this continues, I'll have no choice but to show a red card."

"..."

Tang Ye glanced at Özil; his chest felt as if a ball of fire had ignited within it.

"Calm down, calm down, no red card, no red card."

Zhang Zhang Yuning pleaded, while Wei Wei Shihao also urged him from the side.

"Damn!"

Tang Ye scraped the turf beneath his feet with his cleats.

"Hey, why no cards?"

German head coach Löw found the fourth official: "They had physical contact; both of them should receive yellow cards!"

The two people Löw was referring to were, of course, Tang Ye and Özil.

Löw naturally knew that both Özil and Tang Ye already had yellow cards, but he also knew that if Özil and Tang Ye were exchanged, the German team would profit immensely.

"Both of them should be sent off!"

Löw emphasized again.

The German head coach now wished more than anyone for Özil to be sent off.

Because as long as Özil was sent off with a red card, Tang Ye would definitely receive a red card as well.

Beep beep beep!!!

A fake whistle sounded.

When players already have yellow cards, referees tend to raise their threshold for punishment, so neither Tang Ye nor Özil, who had erupted into physical conflict, were shown red cards.

"Screw this!"

Löw spread his hands at the fourth official: "Send them off!"

Neither Tang Ye nor Özil was shown a yellow card, but the German head coach was shown a yellow card.

The reason was questioning the referee's decision.

Pah!

He spat the chewing gum out of his mouth.

Fans thought Tang Ye would put a new piece in his mouth, but Tang Ye did not do that.

But when he was extremely fatigued, he needed to breathe through his mouth; at times like these, he couldn't chew gum.

This action by Tang Ye let the fans in the live stream know one thing.

That was, he was about to deliver an even better performance!

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Werner makes a run and attempts to tap in, but his sliding shot fails to reach the ball; the score remains 1:1.

Werner sat on the grass due to his own mistake, clutching his head and shouting loudly.

Tang Ye looked up at the big screen.

It was now the 76th minute of the match.

The Chinese fans in the stands were now only thinking about holding the score, because if they persisted for another 15 minutes, they could secure a precious point from the German team.

But the repeated fouls by the German players had brought out Tang Ye's ambition.

One point seemed unable to satisfy him.

The 82nd minute!

Tang Ye played a straight through-ball from the right flank, accurately finding Wu Lei making a forward run.

Wu Lei crosses horizontally to Zhang Zhang Yuning!

Zhang Zhang Yuning controls the ball in place and begins to adjust.

Because the adjustment took too long, he lost the opportunity to shoot directly.

But it doesn't matter!

He pulls the ball back to Wei Wei Shihao on the side!

Wei Wei Shihao receives the ball, pauses in place, then immediately accelerates into a sprint.

Nice!

Tang Ye really likes wingers like Wei Wei Shihao who are decisive when driving down the line.

Calling for the ball!

Slap!

Wei Wei Shihao plays a cutback!

The pass wasn't very good; if it were any other teammate, the ball would probably be lost.

But after all, he passed to Tang Ye.

"Mm!"

After stepping back and turning, Tang Ye uses his thigh to cushion Wei Wei Shihao's pass.

His thigh flicks the ball out!

Slap!

He extends his foot to strike the ball toward the space above his head and behind him!

Then he turns again!

"Oh!!"

He didn't bring Wei Wei Shihao's pass down to the ground, but that didn't stop Tang Ye from dribbling past his opponent.

"Tang Ye, move toward the penalty area!"

"He wants to rely on the arc!"

Arriving near the arc, Tang Ye prepares to shoot.

But he is pulled down by Kroos.

This is a tactical foul by the German team!

"..."

"Phew..."

Sitting on the ground, Tang Ye sighs helplessly.

Such a good opportunity...

"Come on!"

Kroos pulls Tang Ye up from the ground, and the latter begins to observe the spot where he fell.

Hiss, this position is still quite a distance from the goal.

"What do you say?"

Feng Feng Xiaoting covers his mouth and communicates with Tang Ye, but the latter does not answer Feng Feng Xiaoting's question immediately; instead, he looks up and glances around, watching the fans in the stands.

The Chinese fans in the stands are shouting wildly.

Shifting his gaze, Tang Ye meets eyes with Tang Tang Zhengxiong.

Tang Ye can see Tang Tang Zhengxiong in the stands very clearly, and Tang Tang Zhengxiong can likewise see Tang Ye very clearly.

In the live broadcast frame, half shows Tang Ye and the other half shows Tang Tang Zhengxiong; the director created a scene of father and son in the same frame via split-screen.

"Phew..."

Tang Ye reaches out to cover his mouth: "Just shoot it directly."

Feng Feng Xiaoting says nothing, reaching out to pat Tang Ye's shoulder.

"Come!"

Wei Wei Shihao passes the ball to Tang Ye.

Swish swish!

The ball spins twice in his hands, then Tang Ye places it on the white line.

Once players from both sides inside the penalty area have taken their positions, Luzhniki slowly quiets down.

The camera focuses on Tang Ye's head.

The image is so clear that fans watching the live broadcast can directly see the pores on Tang Ye's face, as well as his faintly visible stubble.

Nanjing City Wanda Plaza.

The light is green now, but the white car ahead has not started moving.

"Beep beep!"

"Don't make noise!"

The driver behind is startled, only then realizing that the car in the adjacent lane is also motionless.

Hmm?

He turns his head to the right.

On the large screen at Wanda Plaza, the national team's number 10 player is ready.

"Mm..."

Bang!

A crisp sound of the ball being struck rang out.

The ball went in...

"Beep beep!!!"

"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

"Beep beep beep beep!!!!"

"Woww!!!!"

Tang Ye ran out with his arms spread wide; in the camera lens, Kroos lowered his head in dejection.

Something happened!

Something huge happened!

Creak!

The door was pushed open.

It was Wang Wang Yudong's mother.

"Wang Yudong, you're not asleep yet? Hmm, why have you knelt down again?"

"Oh, Mother, God won't let me stand up."

PS: The third update will be out before 1 PM.

(End of Chapter)