Chapter 502: The Magic of Five Dollars: A Single Strike Seals the Asian Cup Final!

Dongqiu Di live match report: 70th minute of the second half, Tang Ye shows the referee a five-dollar bill.

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"Wow!!!!"

The crowd in the stadium instantly erupted; the referee decisively pulled the five-dollar bill from his pocket and tore it to shreds.

Then he took a yellow card from his chest and showed it to Tang Ye.

In the camera shot, Tang Ye shrugged at the referee.

Suit yourself.

"Tang Ye is awesome!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Go China!"

The fans were still shouting when Maddaloni, in front of the substitutes' bench, burst into laughter.

"Well done, Tom!"

Lippi glanced at him from the side, and Maddaloni immediately fell silent.

"Uh, uh... Tom was too impulsive; he shouldn't have gotten a yellow card at this moment, otherwise it'll be hard for us to play later,"

Maddaloni said quietly.

【Hahahaha】

【Masterful move】

【This is the Ball King】

【Tang Ye: Here's five dollars for you; help us out when you blow the whistle later】

【Tang Ye is holding my money, (attached. jpg)】

【Damn, there's even someone at the scene?】

【Bro, you should've given more; wouldn't a hundred bucks have worked even better?】

"Referee, this is provocation!"

A Qatari player approached the referee, hoping to get Tang Ye sent off directly.

But that was impossible.

Even if Tang Ye had truly committed a red-card offense, whether the referee dared to show a red card was still a question.

The referee works for the match, but he also has his own family.

He cannot be subjected to online abuse!

The match continued.

In the camera shot, Lippi made a crossing-arms gesture toward Tang Ye.

At first, the fans didn't realize what it meant, until Tang Ye started running forward during the attack.

Tang Ye moved from the defensive midfield position to the attacking midfield position.

What does the Chinese team mean by this?

What the hell else could it mean!

"It looks like the Chinese team is going to attack!"

"Yu Yu Hanchao replaces Zheng Zhi, and the captain's armband goes to Zhang Zhang Linpeng..."

Tang Ye's yellow card sounded the horn for the Chinese team's counterattack!

74th minute!

Wu Lei surged down the right flank, then delivered a precise inverted triangle pass to Tang Ye.

Jogging forward.

Boom!

【De Bruyne Curved Through Ball Lv5: Replication (Transcendent State)】

Proficiency: 1085/3500

A through ball sent straight into the penalty area to Zhang Zhang Yuning.

Zhang Zhang Yuning prepared to shoot!

Crack!

Zhang Zhang Yuning's shot was blocked by a Qatari defender!

Wu Lei wanted to follow up with another kick, but his speed wasn't enough, and the opponent stole the ball.

With this attack over, Lippi made another substitution adjustment.

Zhang Zhang Xizhe came on as a substitute for Liu Liu Yiming!

"Lippi's substitution, sigh..."

Not only the fans, but even the two commentators were bewildered.

Substituting a midfielder for a fullback—the Chinese team is clearly determined to attack.

If they fail to score playing like this, won't they just implode on the spot?

What the fans didn't know was that this was indeed the Chinese team's plan for today.

There was only a little over three days between the semifinal and the final; in that time, the Chinese players couldn't fully recover from a 120-minute match. This was also why Hao Hao Junmin didn't start today.

Under these circumstances, Lippi didn't want to entrust the team's fate to extra time and a penalty shootout.

So he chose to burn his bridges!

Crack!

Zhang Zhang Linpeng's long pass from the backfield accurately found Wu Lei.

The fans' hearts hung in the air.

Wu Lei!

Slap!

He smoothly trapped the ball at his feet.

Awesome, King Wu Ball!

If you want to understand China's competitive state in this match, you don't need to look at the match statistics.

Just by watching Wu Lei's first touch, you know how good China's form is today.

Wu Lei dribbled forward quickly, while Tang Ye was also rushing up the center.

There were two Qatari defenders beside Tang Ye.

Hiss!

Suddenly he pushed off the ground, accelerating and bursting through the gap between the defenders.

Wu Lei passed first to Yu Yu Hanchao, and Yu Yu Hanchao then passed to Tang Ye.

He stepped on the ball and stopped abruptly!

Raising his center of gravity, he gently pushed the ball with his foot, nutmegging Afif.

Shifting sideways to create space!

While executing the nutmeg, Tang Ye had already observed the specific positioning of the players ahead, so now he only needed to adjust his center of gravity before shooting directly.

Swing the right leg!

Draw the bow!

Afif pressed one hand against Tang Ye's chest, but failed to prevent Tang Ye from taking the shot.

Boom!

The long-range shot flew straight toward the goal.

The angle wasn't great, but the ball speed was ridiculously fast.

The camera followed the movement.

This ball...

It's in!

"Goal by Tang Ye!"

"Goal!"

"A long-range shot by China! There is absolutely no issue with this goal!"

The moment the goal was scored, Tang Ye sprinted out, joined by other Chinese players on the field and on the bench.

Thud!

He slammed onto the ground, then went into a knee slide!

The familiar three horizontal stripes appeared again at the Abu Dhabi Stadium; Tang Ye roared toward the stands.

"Ah!!"

Behind him, Wu Lei and Wu Xi rushed up together, colliding with Tang Ye, and all three fell to the ground.

Tang Ye knelt on the grass as Wu Lei wrapped his arms around his neck: "Tang Ye! Tang Ye! Tang Ye!"

More teammates rushed over; unable to support his upper body, Tang Ye simply lay flat on the ground.

From the camera's perspective, Tang Ye now looked like a newly deceased high monk, with the dozens of Chinese players gathering around him like his disciples.

"A goal for China!"

"In the 76th minute of the match, thanks to Tang Ye's long-range shot, China opened the scoring!"

"Oh my god, haha!"

The big screen replayed Tang Ye's shot from just now.

As said before, the angle was average, but no one expected Tang Ye to unleash such a quick shot.

The Qatari goalkeeper had barely reacted before the ball went in!

【Everyone stand up!】

【Damn, we're leading?】

【Hold it, just hold the lead!】

【Meijin is still going strong!】

"Stop your celebration!"

The referee came over to disperse the Chinese substitute players; this celebration had already consumed nearly three minutes, and if it continued, someone would receive a yellow card for time-wasting.

"Haha!"

Zheng Zhi planted a fierce kiss on Tang Ye's forehead, then ran off with Hao Hao Junmin.

While running, he didn't forget to wave at Tang Ye and shout, "Awesome."

Too top-tier, GGBond!

A master is truly a master!

Tang Ye walked toward his own half, but halfway there he suddenly turned to face the stands, spreading his arms toward the section with the most Chinese fans.

"Wow!!!!"

Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye opens the scoring with a 27-meter long-range shot from the center; China leads Qatar 1-0.

The match resumed.

Something was wrong; Qatar immediately used their remaining two substitution slots, showing they were desperate to equalize.

"Ole ole ole~~"

Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Oh GG Bond, a hero in a fairy tale~"

"Oh GG Bond, hot blood flows within my heart~~~"

"Oh GG Bond..."

After the restart, the momentum of the Chinese team's players had already reached its peak.

Just as He Wei was describing right now.

"Friends watching on television, you can see that it is now the 79th minute of the second half; if this scoreline holds for no more than another 15 minutes, the Chinese team will secure victory in this match with a 1:0 score."

"This also means that the Chinese National Team will claim an Asian Cup championship trophy for the first time in their history."

The head coach shouted frantically, and after making adjustments, Qatar launched their attack once again.

Once again, the offense was initiated with the forward Afif as the core!

Bang!

The through-ball flew past Tang Ye, accurately finding a teammate up front.

Passed forward again to Ali!

Adjusting one step, two steps.

Taking a direct shot!

Ali wanted to replicate Tang Ye's earlier success, but unfortunately failed.

"Awesome!"

Shi Ke and Wang Wang Shenchao stood together, celebrating the successful block of this play.

"Come on, come on!"

Zhang Zhang Linpeng raised both hands above his head, clapping: "Last 10 minutes! Hold on for the last 10 minutes!"

Beep! Beep! Beep!!!

Beep——!!!

It was now 11 PM China time; many residential areas were brightly lit, and human screams could even be heard from time to time.

From the sequence in which the screams appeared, one could distinguish which software the fans were using to watch the match.

Those who screamed early were all watching the game on gambling websites!

Bang!

Yu Yu Hanchao's shot flew up into the stands.

"Damn!"

Yu Yu Hanchao shouted out his frustration, while Tang Ye raised his right hand to signal: "It's okay, Brother Chao, it's okay!"

The match was about to end; as long as the Chinese national team could hold out through the remaining time, they would be today's victors!

The 88th minute.

Regular time was about to conclude, and Chinese fans immediately began their celebrations.

"How many times have I fallen on the road"

"How many times have my wings been broken"

"..."

"I want to transcend this ordinary life"

"..."

"I! Want, a life in full bloom~~~"

"Just like soaring in the vast sky..."

"Woww!!"

Suddenly, screams erupted as Qatar launched a long-ball sneak attack, directly creating a deep offensive play.

"Qatar is searching for a chance to equalize the match!"

"They do not wish to hand the championship over to China on a silver platter."

Ali took on Zhang Zhang Linpeng in a one-on-one, muscling past him before darting straight into the penalty area.

"Shift over, shift over!"

"Near post! Block it!"

Wang Wang Dalei constantly adjusted his teammates' positioning.

Qatar!

Snap!

Ali took a cold shot at the near post, and Wang Wang Dalei quickly dove to make the save.

But the ball never even arrived; Tang Ye, who had tracked back deeply, and Shi Ke together completed the block.

Shi Ke passed the ball to Tang Ye, who, facing Ali, executed a nutmeg to shake him off, then dribbled the ball out of the penalty area.

The Qatari forward rushed up, but Tang Ye did not force the issue, playing a long pass that sent the ball directly into the opponent's half.

The 90 minutes of play had arrived.

Stoppage time was...

Suddenly, a "+4" popped up above the time in the top-left corner.

【4 minutes?】

【The referee doesn't even want face anymore!】

【The AFC are idiots!】

【Didn't I, GGBond, pay five US dollars? Why isn't it working?】

Apart from Tang Ye constantly rolling on the ground, no one else was injured in this match, yet the stoppage time at the end turned out to be a full four minutes.

This is so damn shady!

Right now, the fan in the stands who gave Tang Ye those US dollars is the most regretful.

If I had known it would be like this, I shouldn't have given those five dollars.

If GGBond had tipped the referee ten dollars, there probably wouldn't be such long stoppage time now!

The 91st minute...

It was still Qatar on the attack.

The defender took a shot.

Duang!

It hit the post and rebounded out.

The fans had just breathed a sigh of relief when the rebounding ball landed right in front of Ali.

!!!

A one-on-one breakaway!

Bang!

Ali decisively pushed a shot, but Wang Wang Dalei rushed out and blocked it with his body.

"Oh!"

Qatar's attack was not over yet.

The midfielder took another shot!

The goalkeeper had already come out, but Wang Wang Shenchao, who had rushed back to defend, was standing right on the goal line and headed Qatar's midfielder's chip shot away.

Immediately followed by Tang Ye clearing the ball with a long kick.

"Beautiful!"

Bang!

Wang Wang Dalei and Wang Wang Shenchao collided with each other.

Time reached the 93rd minute.

Finally, it was China's attack; after Tang Ye received the ball, he headed straight toward the right flank.

"Come over, come over!"

Asking Yu Yu Hanchao on the left flank to come over as well, Tang Ye was determined to have all his teammates in the attacking third move to the right side.

Executing a crossing run with Wu Lei, Tang Ye dribbled the ball directly toward the right baseline.

Just as the fans thought he was about to cross, Tang Ye stopped the ball dead and began his one-on-one duel with the defender.

"Go up and tackle him!"

The coach urged, and the Qatari defender quickly pressed forward.

Wanting to waste time, Tang Ye passed the ball from his left foot to his right, dribbling little by little toward the corner flag.

As the Qatari player approached, Tang Ye kept control of the ball himself.

He had already reached the corner flag.

When Tang Ye controlled the ball, fans usually felt a great sense of security, but this situation was different.

Damn it, four of them came over!

Tang Ye glanced up at the big screen, then turned to shield the ball with his body.

"Careful, careful!"

The Qatari players pressed from behind; two of them pushed together, and Tang Ye fell straight to his knees on the grass.

The ball was now stuck right on the edge of the baseline; one more touch and it must go out of bounds.

This was the moment to use some imagination; Tang Ye pressed the ball against the grass with his chest, delaying for a few more seconds.

Finally, the Qatari players could not bear it anymore and committed a foul, pushing Tang Ye out.

But then!

Hehe!

The stoppage time had already ended!

"Beep, beep-beep—!!!!"

"Oh!!!!"

"Woww!!!!"

The stadium erupted in an instant; Tang Ye rolled half a circle, then stood up.

"We won!"

Zhang Zhang Yuning rushed over and jumped onto Tang Ye.

"We won! We won!"

"Holy shit, champions!"

Arms spread wide, he ran across the grass.

Only the Chinese players and fans could truly understand the joy of this scene.

The camera cut to Lippi; two Italian coaches from the national team quickly entered the field.

"Hurry up, Marcello, hurry up!"

Madallo seemed to feel Lippi was running too slowly, so he directly reached out and pulled him.

"Brother Lei!"

Tang Ye shouted once, then collided separately with Wu Lei and Zheng Zhi.

"Hiss, damn it!"

Gritting his teeth, the sudden pain in his chest made Tang Ye feel somewhat uncomfortable; sweat mixed with blood and iodine flowed down from the scratch below his neck.

"Are you okay?"

Only then did they remember that Tang Ye had been fouled in the first half.

Tang Ye used his hand to lift his jersey, wiping all the sweat near his chest dry.

Then he hugged Zheng Zhi tightly!

"Awesome, Brother Zhi!"

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

"Ole ole ole~~"

"Ole~ ole ole ole ola..."

The stands were a sea of red.

The camera focused on Tang Ye's face; the director even gave a close-up shot of Tang Ye's calves and chest.

"The five-star red flag flutters~ in the wind~~!"

"How loud is the song of victory~~~"

"Singing of our dear mother~land!"

"From now on marching toward prosperity and strength!"

"..."

"Crossing Gaoshan, passing through the plains!"

Whether someone reminded them or the director originally understood Chinese, when the Chinese fans sang in chorus, the cameraman turned the lens toward the stands.

In the stands was precisely patch after patch of five-star red flags.

The five-star red flags fluttered with the wind.

The fans sang the Song of Victory loudly.

(End of chapter)