Chapter 780: Why People Wake Up Startled from Deep Sleep: Because of Heaven

The original 2:4 had become 3:4, and the Check Dongqiu Di poster was flooded with "666" comments, creating an incredibly shocking scene.

The fans' immediate reaction:

They're going to turn it around!

"Come on!"

"Come on, Tang Ye!"

"Holy crap, keep going!"

"King Wu of Football!"

Although there was no celebration, Wu Lei's expression was terrifyingly serious; scoring twice had pushed his emotions to their peak.

Plus, with Master GG's "World's Number One Striker" hypnosis, Wu Lei's combat power was now off the charts!

"Hurry, hurry!"

Zhang Zhang Yuning quickly set the ball in the center circle.

The next kick was taken!

"Well... if that's the case, I think the Chinese team still has a certain chance."

"Yes," another commentator agreed. "As we know, as long as China secures a draw in this match, it's as good as a win, because a draw guarantees qualification for the World Cup."

"Hiss..."

After a brief exchange, the two CCTV commentators suddenly fell silent.

In fact, when watching national team matches, the commentators' mindset is very similar to that of the fans.

The fans are so nervous their hearts palpitate, leaving them speechless.

The commentators working naturally feel the same!

Back in the match, ever since the score changed to 3:4, Renard had not sat down once; his agitation was even greater than Escribá's had been in the first half.

"Be careful! Through the middle, focus on stability when attacking!"

Renard finally compromised.

After dozens of minutes of continuous high-intensity offense, many Saudi players on the field were now showing signs of physical exhaustion.

Escribá seized this opportunity, immediately ordering Tang Ye to drop back and launch long-pass counterattacks.

Countered by the Chinese team, Saudi Arabia also needed to adjust, reducing the frequency of risky passes in the attacking third, thereby indirectly limiting Tang Ye's time on the ball.

The 79th minute!

Slap!

Owes launched a big kick, aiming directly for Al-Faraj on the wing.

Al-Faraj's first touch was decent; after controlling the ball, he dribbled forward a short distance before passing it ahead to Al-Dawsari.

The Chinese national team players began retreating.

However, just as everyone expected Saudi Arabia to push forward with an attack, Al-Dawsari stepped on the ball and stopped dead.

Damn!

Tang Ye cursed and quickly led his teammates pressing forward.

"Saudi Arabia isn't willing to give their opponents a chance to equalize..."

Saudi Arabia's conservative style would create trouble for the Chinese team, who were desperate to create scoring opportunities.

The true test for the Chinese players had arrived!

"I got it, I got it!"

Tang Ye and Zhang Zhang Xizhe pressed up simultaneously.

They wanted to capitalize on any mistake by Al-Dawsari!

Unfortunately, Zhang Zhang Xizhe's raised leg failed to reach the ball.

"Get up, get up!"

Tang Ye shouted again, signaling Zhang Zhang Xizhe to sprint back immediately.

Boom!

Jiang Guangtai completed the clearance, and Tang Ye instantly rushed to Zhang Zhang Xizhe's side: "Don't hesitate! If you didn't block it, get back on defense immediately!"

"Missing one interception isn't the end; we'll have many more chances!"

In the 83rd minute, Ai Ai Kesen, whom the fans had been eagerly awaiting, finally entered the game.

However, judging by his recent touches, Ai Ai Kesen's form seemed far inferior to Zhang Zhang Yuning's.

"Here!"

Receiving Wang Wang Shenchao's cutback pass!

Surrounded by defenders, Tang Ye had no choice but to drift toward the left baseline himself.

"Switch positions!"

Zhang Zhang Xizhe reminded Wang Wang Shenchao, who quickly sprinted in Tang Ye's direction.

The two Chinese attackers executed a crossing run, helping Tang Ye temporarily shake off one defender.

Ahead stood Shaharani!

Stepping on the ball to stop.

"Tang Ye!"

"Is this it!"

"Cross it!"

Slap!

Just as Shaharani lifted his leg, Tang Ye feinted and successfully nutmegged the defender, sending the ball through his legs.

"Oh!"

"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

Cutting inside past Shahrani, Tang Ye delivered a cross.

Pa!

Far post!

Wu Lei!

A volley!

Pa!

Owais sat down on the spot; Wu Lei's shot struck him squarely on the thigh.

It rebounded out.

"Damn!!!"

Wu Lei let out a roar of fury as Al-Shahrani cleared the ball.

But Al-Shahrani made a mistake, passing the ball straight to Zhang Zhang Linpeng.

Long-range shot!

Bang!

Pa!

"Holy shit!"

Tang Ye cursed.

Why was the opposing goalkeeper in such incredible form today?

Just as he prepared to track back, he realized the ball saved by Owais was flying straight toward him.

Oh?

"Hey, hurry up!"

Tang Ye reacted quickly, immediately signaling his teammates up front to get into position.

With the ball flying toward him, Tang Ye observed the positioning of the nearby defenders.

Feinting a volley to trick the Saudi defender into moving, Tang Ye then tucked his raised right foot behind his left leg.

This was... a rainbow flick!

Pa!

"Oh!"

The Saudi fans in the stands jumped to their feet.

Tang Ye's rainbow flick sailed perfectly over Al-Shahrani.

Successfully finding Ai Ai Kesen!

Ai Ai Kesen!

Bang!

He volleyed it out!

"Goal!"

"Goal!"

"Ai Ai Kesen!"

"China's fourth goal! 4:4!"

"Oh my god, haha, China equalized in the 84th minute of the second half!"

"But we need to check if there was any issue with this goal..."

Just as one commentator voiced his concern, his colleague sitting beside him immediately retorted, "No issue at all!"

"There couldn't be the slightest problem with this goal; throughout the entire sequence, no Chinese player committed a foul."

"And Ai Ai Kesen was not offside!"

The referee pressed his earpiece, listening to the Video Assistant Referee's report.

The Chinese players who scored the equalizer paid no heed to anything else; Tang Ye, along with Wu Lei and Zhang Zhang Xizhe, sprinted rapidly toward the lower stands.

"Wow!!!"

Bang!

Swish swish swish!

Tang Ye and Wu Lei simultaneously tore three stripes into the grass; just as they stood up, Tang Ye immediately collided with Ai Ai Kesen.

"Awesome, holy shit!"

"So awesome!"

Escrivá shook off the fourth official and, accompanied by Martí, ran onto the pitch.

Of course, the Chinese substitutes joined in as well; Wei Wei Shihao and Chi Chi Zhongguo re-entered the field, and over twenty Chinese players leaped onto Tang Ye and Ai Ai Kesen, sharing together in the joy of celebration.

【Awesome, Ai Ai Kesen!】

【Haha, we really fucking tied it! Where are those idiots who went to sleep earlier? Get up now and check the score, take a good look at what the current tally is!】

【I said it long ago: every Chinese team match requires several players to go supernova; Tang Ye alone can't carry the load. My GGBond is a pig, not an ox, and pigs get tired!】

【Wait, bros... are we really about to be the first to qualify for the World Cup?】

【Saint Escrivá! If you can hold this scoreline today, I won't criticize you for the rest of my life!】

Celebrating Ai Ai Kesen's last-minute equalizer, both the spectators at the stadium and Chinese fans watching the broadcast were extremely excited.

It is worth mentioning...

"Beautiful! The referee signals the goal stands!"

"This goal truly has no issues whatsoever; they're even resorting to VAR for a situation like this..."

The CCTV commentator also took a subtle dig at today's referee, then shared a piece of information with the fans.

That information was this: if the national football team could hold this 4-4 scoreline for the remaining less than ten minutes, the Chinese team would become the first squad to secure a ticket to the main tournament of the Qatar World Cup!

Aside from the host nation, Qatar, that is!

"Come on, come on!"

With one hand gripping Tang Ye's neck, Escrivá brought his mouth to within less than five centimeters of Tang Ye's ear: "Ten minutes left! Tom, can you still hold on?"

Escrivá heard Tang Ye's panting.