Chapter 736: Wei Wei Shihao's Red Card, China's Three Consecutive Wins in the Asian Qualifiers

"Beep!"

The referee finally took action.

Yellow card: Kanu, Wei Wei Shihao.

Although the Chinese team was the party that suffered the foul, Wei Wei Shihao had to pay a price for his act of insulting the referee.

"Tsk."

Wei Wei Shihao chuckled, waved his hand, and walked away, writing all his dissatisfaction with the referee across his face.

The Chinese fans in the stands were not polite to Tantashev either.

"Referee!"

"Idiot!"

"Referee!"

"Idiot!"

【My Brother Hao is getting anxious】

【He has to be anxious; this referee won't know to pull a card unless you curse at him a couple of times】

【This Saudi number 23 can get out of China; is this how football is played?】

【The opposition is playing really dirty...】

Saudi Arabia was playing somewhat dirty, even more so than the United Arab Emirates in the first round.

Chinese fans are very sensitive about such matters.

It is not because they have bad tempers, but because the opponent's style of play will ultimately be objectively reflected in Tang Ye.

If Tang Ye falls fewer than five times throughout the entire match, that is a normal situation and considered acceptable.

If it is more than five times, it means Tang Ye has been targeted on the field—in other words, the opponent is playing very dirty.

And today!

With only sixty minutes played, Tang Ye has already been taken down eight times!

"Boooo!!!"

"Boooo!!!"

As soon as a Saudi player gained possession, boos would erupt across the stadium.

Escrivá on the substitute bench was also dissatisfied with the Saudi players, but constrained by his identity as head coach, he could not curse at them directly like the fans.

Bang!

Zhang Zhang Xizhe was taken down immediately after coming onto the pitch.

Following Saudi Arabia's foul, Tang Ye seized the opportunity and secretly ran over.

Slap!

"Tang Ye!"

"The Chinese team chooses to take the free kick quickly!"

"Saudi Arabia seems a bit caught off guard!"

It was not that they seemed caught off guard; in reality, they were caught off guard.

Abdullah turned his head.

His body had not yet moved to follow, but Tang Ye's pass had already rushed past him.

The one controlling the ball was Wu Lei!

"Wow!!!"

"Wu Lei! Wu Lei!"

"Beat him, beat him!"

"Just eat him alive!"

Wu Lei dribbled toward the arc and passed to Wei Wei Shihao on the left flank.

"Shoot directly!"

Zhang Zhang Yuning shouted it out, and Wei Wei Shihao did not hold back.

He tapped the ball with his right foot to adjust for one step.

Slap!

The shot was delivered!

"Oh!"

The goalkeeper leaped out and punched the ball away.

"That shot from Wei Wei Shihao was quite beautiful, but the angle was slightly off."

"Madu wanted to make a clearance, but..."

"Oh! Zhang Zhang Yuning!"

Zhang Zhang Yuning blocked the position of the defending player inside the penalty area and successfully gained control of the ball.

Shot!

"Goal!!"

"Goal!"

"Beautiful! Zhang Zhang Yuning!"

"The Chinese team's second goal!"

"2:0!"

Tang Ye rushed over from the backfield in haste.

Originally thought he'd need to make a pass and coordinate from behind.

Now it seems that's unnecessary!

"Ah!!!"

Zhang Zhang Yuning spread his arms and ran out.

The moment the shot was confirmed to have gone in, the Chinese team striker's face was already red.

Bang!

He slid on his knees, tearing through the celebration.

He stood up.

"Roar——!!!!"

Zhang Zhang Yuning's roar was accompanied by the screams of fans in the stands.

"Awesome!"

Wu Lei hugged Zhang Zhang Yuning; Tang Ye and Zhang Zhang Xizhe were on their way behind them.

"Wow!!"

Tang Ye hung directly on Zhang Zhang Yuning, raising one hand to show his excitement.

"..."

The score was 2:0.

Although Saudi Arabia adjusted their tactics quickly, judging by the score, the absolute advantage currently still lies with the Chinese team.

Escrivá acted quickly, making an immediate tactical adjustment to the team right after Zhang Zhang Yuning finished celebrating.

"Slow down a bit!"

Escrivá emphasized to Tang Ye: "Play more steadily from now on!"

"It's almost time to win."

"Okok!"

Tang Ye gave a thumbs-up, then clapped quickly, signaling the players to perk up.

"Only 20 minutes left!!"

"..."

The 76th minute.

"Beep!!!"

"Penalty!"

"Haha, now Saudi Arabia is really in trouble!"

With a penalty opportunity at this time and a 2:0 scoreline, the Saudi head coach immediately squatted down in front of the substitute bench.

They are about to explode!

"Tang Ye..."

Holding the ball and spinning it in mid-air, Tang Ye approached the penalty area; the bottom left of the screen displayed his success rate on penalties in his last 10 attempts.

The timeline was quite long, even extending back to Fan Fan Dejia and the Champions League from last season.

【Tang Ye】

【Penalties scored in the past 10 attempts: 9】

【Conversion rate: 90% (currently ranked 4th in the world)】

【Shot accuracy: 100%】

"If I were the Saudi goalkeeper, I should already be sweating profusely right now."

"Haha!"

"Tang Ye... run-up!"

"Shoot!"

"The ball goes in..."

"Eh!"

"Oh!"

"He saved it!"

"The goalkeeper guessed Tang Ye's penalty direction!"

Roar!!!!

The Saudi goalkeeper clenched both fists, and while letting out an excited roar, his eyes were already completely red.

"Damn..."

Now it was Tang Ye's turn to feel awkward.

A penalty created by a teammate, and he wasted the chance—how is that okay!

"My fault, my fault!"

Tang Ye awkwardly raised his hand and shook his head.

"... Tang Ye missed the penalty; that's indeed quite rare..."

"You can see that after the Chinese team missed the penalty, Saudi Arabia's momentum has clearly picked up."

"But it's fine; the Chinese team still holds a two-goal advantage!"

A two-goal advantage isn't easily equalized, so even though Saudi Arabia's momentum has picked up, it won't have much effect as long as the Chinese team doesn't make mistakes in defense.

"Left side!"

Tang Ye and Wu Xi combined, adding Jiang Guangtai; the three of them completed the press on Shehri and successfully won the ball back.

Slap!

Jiang Guangtai immediately pushed the ball to Tang Ye, who lifted his foot, turned around, and once the ball arrived before him again, Tang Ye made the pass.

Zhang Zhang Yuning!

Slap!

Zhang Zhang Yuning laid it back, passing to Wei Wei Shihao!

Wei Wei Shihao took the ball, wanting to shake off Fahd.

Fahd naturally would not let Wei Wei Shihao shake him off so easily; he decisively pressed up, showing not the slightest intention of giving an inch.

Bang!

The two collided.

Wei Wei Shihao was not the type to back down!

Fahd used both hands and feet, one hand even pressing directly onto Wei Wei Shihao's face.

"Fuck you!"

Wei Wei Shihao slapped Fahd's hand away, and the two engaged in another bout of physical confrontation.

In the end, Wei Wei Shihao was the first to lose his temper; he lifted his knee and drove it straight into the Saudi striker's leg, then shoved hard with both hands.

Fahd fell to the ground.