Chapter 790: Strengthen Unity, Complete Unity

"Goal!"

"Goal!!!"

"This goal is no problem! Hmm... it should be no problem, right?"

The goal came so suddenly that even the commentators couldn't quite believe what they had just seen.

Hmm, confirmation was needed.

"When Jiang Guangtai jumped up, yes! No foul! No foul!"

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with this goal!"

"Tang Ye scores directly from a corner kick!"

"1:0!"

Since it was a goal scored directly from a corner kick, the referee was very close to the stands when confirming the goal; Tang Ye only needed to turn and run two steps to reach the fans.

Accelerate!

Slide directly on his knees!

Holy crap!

Before his knees even hit the ground, Tang Ye suddenly realized something was wrong.

Below wasn't grass; it was a fucking plastic running track!

But the motion was already made; it was too late to regret it now.

Bang!

"Oh!"

Tang Ye's shins slammed onto the plastic running track, and the entire stands let out a scream almost simultaneously.

"Damn!"

Lying on his side on the track immediately, Tang Ye clutched his knee, his expression twisted in agony.

"Tang Ye is awesome!"

"Holy crap, Tang Tang Qiuwang!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Team doctor! Where's the team doctor!"

"Holy crap, don't mess around!"

The Chinese team players quickly ran toward Tang Ye, originally intending to celebrate with him, but as the goal scorer, Tang Ye had actually attempted a knee slide on the plastic running track.

"Aiyo, this..."

"It looks painful just watching it!"

"Yes, let's hope nothing serious happened. I feel it shouldn't be a big issue because, judging by his movement, Tang Ye seemed to have reacted in advance."

"Hmm, China 1:0 Japan! At the same time, the Chinese team's medical staff has entered the field!"

Don't ask why someone would get injured taking a corner kick; if you ask, it proves you haven't watched today's classic match.

【Awesome, Tang Tang Qiuwang, you sacrificed yourself directly. I said it wouldn't be this easy to score a goal; indeed, some price had to be paid.】

【... Paying a price is fine, but don't make our Tang Tang Qiuwang pay it personally. Can't Ten Hag compensate remotely? Let Ten Hag get injured instead.】

【What the hell is this about Ten Hag compensating remotely? What did my Saint Ten ever do to you to deserve such harshness? Can a great Champions League-winning coach have any black marks?】

【It has to be our King of Balls himself! But this time should be fine, right? Our President Tang is still very durable.】

【Awesome, awesome! Saint E, let me teach you a trick: from now on, just play counter-attacks, and we'll end this match 1:0. Japan is merely a defeated foe.】

"Tang Ye!"

"Awesome!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Awesome!"

The live camera focused on Tang Ye; you could even clearly see the scrapes on his shins on the big screen.

Blood flowed from the wound, along with the iodine the team doctor had just applied.

Very fortunately, it was only a superficial injury. However... judging by Tang Ye's expression, this seemed to hurt quite a bit?

"Damn, damn..."

The muscles around Tang Ye's nose twisted together as he felt the stinging pain coming from both shins.

Looking up, he noticed the big screen was displaying his face; Tang Ye's expression suddenly turned serious, putting on an indifferent attitude as if this botched celebration had no negative effect on him whatsoever.

"Are you okay?"

Wu Lei asked quietly beside Tang Ye, who merely gave a thumbs-up before running toward the substitutes' bench.

Although Tang Ye's technical characteristics were very mature, one must never overlook Grandmaster GG's age because of that.

Grandmaster GG was 23 years old, very young.

Youth means being resistant to damage!

"Roar!!!"

"Awesome, Tang Tang Qiuwang! Does it hurt?"

"Are you alright? Put on some painkillers; don't let it affect the match!"

Tang Ye gave the fans another thumbs-up: "It's nothing; I originally planned to slide on the track anyway; I just didn't manage to slide properly."

"Wow! Awesome, Tang Tang Qiuwang!"

"Awesome, awesome!"

It was indeed a mistake, but not the simple kind of mistake the fans imagined.

As the King of Balls, Tang Ye naturally knew the principle that one shouldn't slide on a plastic running track, but he was simply rebellious; he intentionally wanted to slide on the track because he had never feared pain.

"..."

"We are united as one! Braving the enemy's gunfire!"

"March on! March on! March on! Advance!"

Chinese fans were already agitated today, and after a goal from a corner kick, some of them completely lost their heads.

"Pass to the wing, Minamino! What are you doing!"

"Observe the defenders' positions in advance! Don't be impulsive!"

Hajime Moriyasu held a small notebook in one hand while pointing at the Japanese players on the field with the other.

The Japanese head coach finally lost his composure.

Trailing 0:1, Japan wanted to turn the tide; they played quite well in the opening minutes, pinning the Chinese national team players in their own half and preventing them from moving the ball out.

But Escrivá quickly responded, shifting from the original 4-2-3-1 to a 4-4-2; after Tang Ye dropped deep, he easily solved the Chinese team's problem of playing out from the back.

After this series of adjustments, the Japanese players on the field became increasingly disorganized.

44th minute.

Seizing a mistake by Hiroki Sakai, Aloísio immediately passed the ball to Tang Ye.

The ball rolled right in front of Hidemasa Morita, yet this Japanese defensive midfielder could do nothing but watch helplessly as Tang Ye took control and then played a through pass.

It was a very tricky ball, aimed at Wu Lei making a run on the right!

Jump!

The ball grazed Wu Lei's hair and flew out over the baseline.

"Phew..."

Hajime Moriyasu nearly dropped to his knees.

Today is truly driving me crazy!

Check Dongqiu Di halftime report: Wei Wei Shihao and Wu Lei missed golden opportunities, Tang Ye scored directly from a corner kick plus a powerful slide-knee celebration on the plastic track; the Chinese national team leads Japan 1:0 at home, while the Japanese players performed averagely.

"Hiss..."

Tang Ye gritted his teeth.

While playing on the field, the surge of adrenaline masked the pain, but once he came off the pitch, his adrenaline levels were no longer sufficient.

"Damn, it hurts so much."

While walking back to his spot and complaining, Tang Ye suggested to the team doctor who was cleaning his wound: "Give me some painkiller; that ethyl chloride spray works great."

"You have an open wound; spraying that will hurt even more."

"... Wait, seriously?"

"... Of course it's true; why would I lie to you?"

The team doctor was somewhat speechless: "Can you endure it? If you really can't, we'll have to administer a painkilling injection."