Chapter 774: I Am a Fan of Ivankovic, and He Told Me He Would Lose

Bang!

The Chinese national team's plane landed in Hanoi, preparing for their upcoming 7th round match.

Actually, for the national football team, Vietnam wasn't considered a particularly strong opponent, but the overall inferior strength of the Vietnamese team still failed to make the Chinese players feel relaxed.

Because this was the AFC Third Round of World Cup Qualifiers, where every single match was crucial!

"This is my first time coming to Vietnam."

Tang Ye chewed his gum, looking fairly relaxed: "But this place is really nice; it's not cold at all in January."

"Vietnam is probably closer to the equator," Wu Lei said.

"Haha, that's perfect then; I, Tang Tang Qiuwang, like the weather here, so isn't Vietnam in trouble?"

Zhang Zhang Linpeng walked over at some point.

"Haha, well, it's not exactly perfect."

Tang Ye carefully sensed the air: "Isn't it a bit humid here? The air humidity is high."

"Damn, a man of culture; someone from Peking University really is different."

Wu Lei expressed admiration for Tang Ye's extensive knowledge.

Many sports teams are like this; whenever someone in the squad utters some scientific "jargon," they immediately get labeled a "man of culture."

Many sports teams are like this; as soon as someone on the team utters a scientific "technical term," they are immediately labeled a "scholar."

"It's okay, I guess."

Tang Ye nodded lightly and sniffed: "High humidity makes it feel warmer, but during a match, you tend to sweat a lot, making your whole body feel uncomfortable."

Tang Ye nodded lightly and sniffed: "High humidity makes it feel warmer, but during a match it's easy to sweat profusely, making the whole body feel terrible."

Zhang Zhang Yuning placed his hand on Tang Ye's shoulder: "Beat Vietnam, then we'll go to a dry place to play in the World Cup."

The dry place Zhang Zhang Yuning referred to was, of course, Qatar.

"Don't rush, Brother Ning!"

Wu Xi, walking ahead of Zhang Zhang Yuning, turned his head upon hearing this: "You don't even know the result of the Oman match yet, and you're already thinking about playing in the World Cup."

Wu Xi, walking ahead of Zhang Zhang Yuning, turned his head upon hearing the words: "You don't even know the result against Oman yet, and you're already thinking about playing on the World Cup stage."

Zhang Zhang Yuning looked at Wu Lei, but Tang Ye answered first: "Playing against the UAE."

"Then it's a sure thing."

Zhang Zhang Yuning raised an eyebrow: "How could Oman possibly beat the UAE? Those guys from the Middle East are physically tougher one after another."

"Exactly, so once the UAE beats Oman, we'll directly qualify for the World Cup."

Tang Ye stated that he had already followed the Oman national team's social media, as well as the UAE's, and had even left comments in their comment sections cheering for the UAE.

Tang Ye stated that he had already followed the Oman national team's social media, as well as the UAE's, and directly left a comment in the comment section cheering for the UAE.

"Who is that Oman coach, Ivanovic?"

Wu Lei corrected him.

At this moment, the Chinese team players had arrived at the VIP building and were waiting for their bus.

"Yes, that's the Ivankovic."

"That old man—oh, no."

Calling him an old man was a bit too disrespectful, so Tang Ye rephrased: "I don't know why, but I feel that brother reacts a bit slowly; could it be because he's too old?"

Calling him an old man seemed a bit too disrespectful, so Tang Ye rephrased: "I don't know why, but I feel that brother reacts a bit slowly; could it be that he's too old?"

"Show some respect, Tang Tang Qiuwang!"

Zhang Zhang Yuning shouted at Tang Ye: "I'll record a video of you later and post it on Douyin!"

"No, no, no, I really can't find the right words anymore. Anyway, I just feel that Oman's coach is very strange."

Tang Ye sat on the sofa with his legs crossed: "Haven't you guys noticed? Ivankovic is always a beat slow when making substitutions, and there's absolutely no logic to it. He's the first coach I've ever seen who switches to a defensive formation immediately after conceding a goal, showing no desire to win at all."

Sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, Tang Ye said: "Haven't you noticed? Ivankovic is always a beat slow with substitutions, and there's no logic to it at all. He's the first coach I've ever seen who switches to a defensive setup the moment a goal is conceded, showing no desire to win."

Wu Lei stood behind Tang Ye, placing both hands on his shoulders: "Leading the Chinese team to compete in the 2050 World Cup and becoming a distinguished coach of Chinese men's football."

"Haha, forget it, that would be too tiring."

Tang Ye shook his head: "But everything I just said was just talk; I'm a fan of Ivankovic, and he told me he would lose to the UAE and then send us to qualify for the World Cup; I'm not lying to you guys."

"Do you have his contact information? A phone number or something?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"Give him a call; see if they can let you be the coach for the next match against the UAE. I feel that if you were Oman's coach, the UAE would have a better chance of winning."

"Give him a call; see if he can let you be the coach for the next match against the UAE. I feel that if you were Oman's coach, the UAE would have a better chance of winning."

"Zhang Zhang Xizhe, how bold!"

"Wow!!"

Front-page headline of "China Football News"—Recommended by the Guangdong Provincial People's Congress and reviewed by the Standing Committee of the National People's Congress, Tang Ye, captain of the Chinese football team, has officially been elected as a deputy to the National People's Congress.

Front-page headline of the "China Football News": Recommended by the Guangdong Provincial People's Congress and reviewed by the Standing Committee of the National People's Congress, Tang Ye, captain of the Chinese national football team, has been officially elected as a deputy to the National People's Congress.

【Boohoo, GGBond, you promised me you'd rise to the top, and now you've finally done it!】

"I thought this honor would only come after qualifying for the World Cup, but I never expected it to happen for all of us together; forty deputies to the National People's Congress—not bad, not bad; this is the beautiful Greater Bay Area."

【NPC deputies represent the will of the people; Tang Tang Qiuwang, you know what we want to see, so don't hesitate—lead us to conquer the Middle East!】

【Brothers, if we lose to Vietnam tomorrow, just write a complaint letter directly to our Tang Tang Qiuwang, okay?】

Nearly half a year had passed since Guangdong Province recommended Tang Ye as a deputy to the National People's Congress, and now the result had finally been announced.

Chinese fans could say they had watched Tang Ye grow to this level step by step, which was extremely gratifying.

Chinese football fans can be said to have watched Tang Ye grow to this point every step of the way, and they are extremely gratified by it.

But!

gg representative, standing out is not a reason for you to let your guard down!

If you lose tomorrow's match, just wait for the complaints to roll in!

"Xinhua News Agency"

"You just said you've been a fan of Tang Ye for 22 years; what are your expectations for this match?"

Outside the stadium, a group of Chinese fans gathered around, watching a young man in his twenties being interviewed by a reporter.

"A guaranteed win; I don't see any other possibility."

The young man answered quickly: "Also, I need to emphasize my identity; I'm from the Physical Education Department of Peking University, and I am Tang Ye's senior."

"Tang Ye's senior?"

"Wow!!!"

The crowd let out screams.

This young fellow looked ordinary, yet unexpectedly he was a top student just like Tang Ye.

"That's right, which is why I said earlier that I've been a fan of Tang Ye for 22 years; I got into Peking University because I watched Tang Ye's matches; without watching Tang Ye's matches, I wouldn't have made it in."

"Oh..."

The reporter nodded, simultaneously struggling to hold back laughter: "So, have you ever attended classes with Tang Ye?"

"No, because we weren't in the same grade."

"However, Tang Ye's dormitory is two floors below mine; his bed space is still empty, and their room only has three people. Moreover, Tang Ye hasn't paid tuition or accommodation fees for three consecutive years; every time the counselor urges payment in the group chat, his name is on the list."

"Haha."

"Then, have you seen the news? Just a few days ago, your junior became a deputy to the National People's Congress. How do you feel about that?"

"Hmm..."

The young man nodded thoughtfully: "I hope my junior takes his work seriously; otherwise, as his senior, I will go to the NPC official website and write an email to report you."

"Hahaha!"

"Wow!!!"

It seemed like pure clowning around, but afterward, this young man also showed the reporter his CHSI verification.

He was indeed from the Physical Education Department of Peking University, and his student ID format was basically consistent with Tang Ye's.

He was a genuine senior!

The reporter took back the microphone: "We can also see that Tang Ye's senior has come to the scene today to cheer; at such a critical moment of qualifying for the World Cup, everyone has the Chinese team at heart!"

"If the Chinese team's win rate was 98% before, then I believe now the Chinese team's win rate should be only 99%."

"Hey, classmate, I want to ask you one more question."

The reporter turned his head back: "If we win this match, will Tang Ye receive bonus points?"

"This..."

The interviewee glanced at someone beside him who was about the same age; presumably, these two were classmates.

After discussing, the two reached a conclusion: "There probably aren't any."

"That's very strict."

"How many bonus points can one get for qualifying for the World Cup?"

"The World Cup... qualifying for the World Cup also doesn't grant bonus points."