Chapter 411: What Is an Interference Goal and a World Cup Stunner? Check Dongqiu Di Explodes

Sweden suddenly won a penalty.

At the very moment Sweden earned the penalty, Kroos equalized for neighboring Germany.

Under this double pressure, the hearts of Chinese fans were about to explode.

Group F standings (if the scores hold until the end of the matches).

1. Senegal, 7 points.

2. Germany, 4 points.

3. China, 4 points.

4. Sweden, 1 point.

"Chinese fans watching on TV should now be able to personally feel the pressure on the players out there."

"Sweden's penalty will be taken by their captain, Granqvist..."

Granqvist held the ball and walked to the penalty spot; the broadcast displayed the Swedish captain's penalty statistics for this World Cup.

【Granqvist: 2 penalties taken, 2 scored, 100% success rate】

The reference data wasn't extensive, but scoring on both attempts indicated this guy possessed a certain level of penalty-taking ability.

Tang Ye stood outside the arc as Zeng Cheng and Granqvist locked eyes.

"Come on..."

Tang Ye didn't know what the goalkeeper was planning; he could only pin his hopes on his teammates.

"Beep!!"

"Granqvist starts his run-up!"

"Shot!"

Smack!

Granqvist chose to shoot to the left.

Zeng Cheng guessed the direction correctly and parried the ball away.

Damn!

The Swedish players tried to follow up on the rebound, but Tang Ye charged in from behind and cleared the ball out for a corner.

"Wow!!!!"

"Beautiful!"

"Zeng Cheng saved Sweden's penalty!"

"The score remains 2-2!"

Tang Ye climbed off the ground and chest-bumped Zeng Cheng.

"Damn, cough cough!"

"Cough cough!"

Tang Ye's chest hurt from the impact, but he didn't care.

"Brother Cheng!"

The players hugged each other in celebration.

Zeng Cheng's save of Sweden's second penalty, preserving the current score, greatly boosted the morale of the Chinese team.

"Fifteen minutes left!"

"Come on, come on!"

Feng Feng Xiaoting and his teammates shouted loudly.

78'12''

Even including stoppage time, there were probably only twelve or thirteen minutes remaining; China and Sweden traded attacks, but nothing came of them.

Perhaps because they were already eliminated from contention, Sweden's mistakes mounted, while China played with increasing ferocity.

No new goals had been scored in the second half yet.

However, there was news from the neighboring Germany match.

Check Dongqiu Di live update: Jerome Boateng received two yellow cards turning into a red and was sent off; Senegal scored from a set-piece combination.

With Jerome Boateng's dismissal, Germany was down to ten men, and Senegal had regained their lead.

Germany was behind!

"I believe many viewers in the live stream are also following the Germany versus Senegal match."

"Currently, Senegal leads Germany 2-1, and Germany is down to ten men due to Jerome Boateng's red card. If both matches end with these scores, China will edge out Germany by a single point to advance to the knockout stage of this World Cup."

【I've already kowtowed twenty times since the match started; are we finally kicking into gear?】

【Namo Greatly Compassionate and Merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva! But Russia is in the north! Chinese deities, punish Sweden!】

【Can the director give Tang Ye more screen time? Damn, my Tang Tang Qiuwang has been fouled again; can't they send that Swedish midfielder off?】

At this moment, the Chinese national team players on the field were unaware of the thrilling developments in the neighboring Germany match.

They only knew that their own form and that of their teammates was excellent!

"Holy crap!"

Having run too far with his positioning, Tang Ye charged straight into the substitute bench.

"Here, here, here!"

Zheng Zhi and Gao Lin quickly helped Tang Ye up: "Keep it up, Tang Ye, keep it up!"

Check Dongqiu Di pinned post: China vs. Sweden in progress, current score tied 2-2; if the score holds until the final whistle, China will advance to the knockout stage of this World Cup.

The hashtag "China's National Football Team Advances to the World Cup Knockout Stage" has already surged to fourth place on the Weibo trending list; it will likely reach number one within minutes.

As the match enters its final moments, loyal Chinese fans in front of their televisions are silently praying.

The match ends in a 2-2 draw.

The match ends in a 2-2 draw.

For the men's national team to play in a World Cup knockout match is something Chinese fans have always dreamed of witnessing!

"Long live China!"

"Long live China!"

"Long live China!"

Mandarin Chinese completely dominates the Kashan Arena.

Chinese fans of the national team abroad have joined in as well.

Although they cannot shout in standard Mandarin, as long as they shout loudly enough, that counts as impressive!

The 86th minute!

Tang Ye plays a through ball to find Zhang Zhang Yuning; Zhang Zhang Yuning stops the ball on the spot, then pushes it forward to a better-positioned teammate.

"Go up! Go up!"

The Swedish defenders execute their defensive maneuvers.

On the edge of the penalty area, Wei Wei Shihao wears a fierce expression, looking determined to charge forward.

Slap!

The result is a pass backward!

To Tang Ye!

Here it comes!

Feeling his form is excellent, Tang Ye swings his left foot and strikes the ball directly upon contact.

Bang!

"Tang Ye, a long-range shot!"

"Eh!"

Duang!

Tang Ye's long-range shot strikes the left goalpost.

Tang Ye is already about to clutch his head and sigh in despair, but the rebounding ball flies precisely to his location.

Wow?

Eyes lighting up, Tang Ye jogs forward a few steps.

One hand raised high!

The right foot tucked behind the left!

Bang!

A rainbow flick meets the bouncing ball.

Since the ball itself carries velocity, it moves extremely fast after rebounding.

Moreover, because it was a rainbow flick, the ball's trajectory is unpredictable.

The camera pans quickly sideways.

Olsen dives to make a save.

But it is useless.

The Swedish goalkeeper fails to reach the ball!

"Oh, oh my god!"

"Haha, Tang Ye!"

"Goal by Tang Ye!"

"Goal!"

The commentators sound as if they are MCing, their voices suddenly rising to an absurd volume.

The stands and the pitch are in the same state.

"Ah!!!!"

Adrenaline rushes to his brain; at this moment, Tang Ye has completely lost the ability to think.

Arms spread wide, he sprints forward at his maximum speed.

Tang Ye does not even know which direction he is running; he only knows that he needs to run right now.

Running at maximum speed.

Running while shouting!

"Roar!!!!"

Thud!

His body crashes onto the ground; relying on muscle memory, Tang Ye easily tears three stripes into the grass.

Two dark, one light—still the classic look!

Because his speed is sufficient and his instinctive knee-slide motion is extremely fluid, Tang Ye slides very fast this time, covering a considerable distance.

Ahead is...

Bang!

Tang Ye crashes directly into the advertising board ahead reading "Ping An Insurance: Professional, Making Life Simpler."

The advertising board is brittle, and combined with his sufficiently hard studs, Tang Ye kicks it straight into pieces with one blow, getting stuck inside it.

"Roar!!!"

Tang Ye was still roaring, completely unaware that he could no longer move.

"Tangggg..."

"Yeeeee!!!!!!"

"Goal for the Chinese team!" (Russian)

"The Chinese team has killed the match!" (Russian)

Tang Ye's position was on the other side of the substitutes' bench, but this did not prevent the bench players from crossing the entire field to find him.

"Tang Ye!"

"Holy shit! Tang Ye!!!!"

The players gathered near the advertising boards.

Half were starting players, and the other half were substitutes wearing yellow vests.

There were simply too many people; the camera could no longer capture any part of Tang Ye's body.

"Damn, damn, I'm stuck, I'm stuck!"

"Fuck, I really can't move, help me, help me!"

Realizing he couldn't sit up, Tang Ye immediately panicked.

Fortunately, there were enough people around him; over twenty players plus one Maldoni joined forces to easily smash the advertising board, allowing Tang Ye to break free.

"Phew..."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

【You have obtained 50 Counterattack Points】

Suddenly remembering that he had just scored a last-second winner, Tang Ye quickly stood up from the grass and roared wildly with his teammates below the stands.

【Holy shit...】

【Ruthless; actually, a draw would have been enough to advance.】

【Beating Germany wasn't enough; we had to beat Sweden too!】

【Wait, can't Tang Tang Qiuwang go even one match without carrying?】

【If he doesn't carry, how can he be the Ball King!】

The shattered advertising board was very sharp; a red gash was directly sliced across Tang Ye's left cheek, with a few threads of blood flowing out from within.

But to be honest, having a little blood on the face, paired with the scene of a last-second winner, looked quite handsome.

"Haha!"

Tang Ye hadn't yet noticed the wound on his face until the blood slid down to his chin.

"Holy shit."

"Here, here."

Wu Lei asked a ball boy for a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Tang Ye; the latter first washed his hands, then used his wet hands to touch his face, clearing up the wound in two or three swipes.

"Haha!"

With more than half a bottle remaining, Tang Ye simply flicked the water into the sky, letting it fall and sprinkle over the heads of himself and his teammates.

Spotting a photographer nearby, Tang Ye walked over and spread his hands wide.

"Win however, win however!"

An itchy sensation came from his face; Tang Ye reached out to touch it.

Blood was flowing from the wound again.

"..."

A bit awkward, Tang Ye simply used his jersey to wipe the blood.

Although it wasn't treated particularly well, it was mostly sufficient.

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye! Awesome, holy shit, you're fucking my father!"

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye's consecutive kicks, a rainbow flick worldie scores the last-second winner; Chinese team defeats Sweden 3:2 in a comeback victory.

"What's the Germany score, what's the Germany score?"

Wu Lei asked the Chinese fans in the stands.

"1:2! Germany is behind!"

"Roar!!!"

Having already finished celebrating, Wu Lei shouted again, sharing this good news with his teammates.

Originally, the Chinese players were already excited enough from Tang Ye's last-second winner, and now came news from the Germany match next door.

"However..."

Feng Feng Xiaoting wore a smile on his face: "Even if Germany draws, we are the ones advancing."

Wu Lei and Zhang Zhang Yuning both looked up at the large screen.

No one knew when it had changed, but the score displayed on the large screen was now 3:2.

The Chinese team leads by one goal!

The final moments of the match.

The Swedish team's morale was scattered and mistakes were frequent; even those who don't often watch football could see that the Swedish team today probably had no chance left.

On the Chinese side, however, GGBond, leading his friends, played more and more fiercely, and the team's possession rate was also rising rapidly.

"Oh GGBond, a hero in a fairy tale~"

"Oh GGBond, hot blood flows in the heart~"

"Oh GGBond, everything is in my hands~"

"Make the world a better place; persistence guarantees success!"

Tang Ye's exclusive BGM played as nearly 30,000 Chinese people successfully completed their domination of the Kashan Arena.

On the main podium, the Vice Premier of a certain major Eastern nation extended his right hand, representing friendship, to the President of Senegal.

Check Dongqiu Di Match Report: Germany defeated 1:2; Senegal secured top spot in Group F with three wins in three matches, facing Switzerland in the knockout stage. (Comments: 12,783)

Many fans were following the match between Germany and Senegal; otherwise, the match report wouldn't have accumulated over 10,000 comments immediately after the game ended.

Meanwhile, the match between China and Sweden had entered the final minute of stoppage time.

"And he is very simple~~~"

"His favorite is mint-flavored chewing gum~~~"

"No matter what difficulties friends encounter, with him, GG Bond, there's no need to worry~~"

"..."

Boom!

Feng Feng Xiaoting kicked the ball out of bounds.

"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"

The full-time whistle blew!

The score was frozen at 3:2!

"Ah!!!"

The moment the whistle sounded, the Chinese team players on the bench rushed onto the pitch, sprinting quickly alongside their teammates already on the field.

"Huff, huff-huff..."

Tang Ye was exhausted beyond measure, but driven by the desire to celebrate, he forced himself to carry on with the help of adrenaline.

One more knee slide!

Boom!

Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!!!

"China!"

"China!"

The Chinese fans in the stands wanted to rush onto the pitch, but the on-site security was exceptionally effective.

One fan, appearing to be in his twenties, was just five meters away from reaching Tang Ye when he was finally caught by security.

"Haha!"

Tang Ye walked over, took off his jersey, and gave it to him.

Tang Ye's action was purely instinctive; he hadn't expected it to trigger a second riot in the stands.

Ahhh!!!!

"I, I damn..."

Realizing something was wrong, Tang Ye hurried to the edge of the stands: "Don't do this, brothers, don't do this; the shirt is already gone, there's nothing else left, nothing else left!"

"Pants, pants!"

"..."

The fans pointed at their own long underwear; Tang Ye hesitated for a moment before finally taking his off as well.

After giving away his jersey, shorts, and socks, the fans began demanding Tang Ye's cleats.

"This won't work, this won't work; I still need to wear these later!"

The cleats indeed couldn't be given away; the fans understood this logic, and finally, the stands slowly quieted down.

In the camera shot, Tang Ye wore only his underwear, holding his cleats in one hand, his expression somewhat dazed.

Zhang Zhang Yuning stood right in front of Tang Ye: "You, you... where are your clothes?"

"Coming, coming!"

The equipment manager quickly arrived, handing new jerseys and shorts to Tang Ye.

After changing into the new clothes, Tang Ye instantly revived.

Leading his teammates to the area below the stands, Tang Ye plopped down onto the grass.

It was a bit damp, but it didn't matter; Tang Ye pressed both hands against the grass, leaned his body backward, and looked utterly content.

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

"..."

The fans were chanting his name; Tang Ye took a few breaths, his waist gave way, and he lay flat on the grass.

It was already night, but the stadium lights were perfectly bright; combined with the clamor of the crashing fans, Tang Ye knew he would likely sleep very late tonight.

He wanted to celebrate, to celebrate together with his teammates and the fans; that was reason number one.

Being too excited to fall asleep was reason number two!

Lippi, who had approached at some unknown point, bent down to high-five each Chinese team player before finally crouching beside Tang Ye: "I don't know what to say right now; you played very well, um... (English)"

"Awesome! (Chinese)"

"Five-star Red Flag~ I am proud of you~"

"Five-star Red Flag, I boast of you~"

"Cheering for you, blessing you~~"

"Your name is heavier than my life~"

Check Dongqiu Di Match Report: Tang Ye scores a miraculous goal with a scissor-kick long-range shot; China defeats Sweden 3:2, advancing to the World Cup knockout stage for the first time in history. (234,792 comments)

Fans joining the frenzy kept refreshing the Check Dongqiu Di homepage, watching the comment count surge from 20,000 to 200,000.

Soon, even after refreshing, the comment count stopped changing.

What's going on?

Is everyone gone?

One more refresh, and the next second showed nothing but the phone's home screen.

This is a crash.

Trying to tap the app again to get in, but it failed.

The Chinese team had entered the knockout stage, but Chinese fans could no longer get into Check Dongqiu Di.

……

(End of Chapter)