Chapter 791: Is It Ultimately Impossible to Win?

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【We're secure, brothers; I told you the little Japanese days were no good, didn't they just get killed directly? My GGBond corner kick is no joke.】

【Don't jinx it; I feel like Takumi Minamino is about to explode.】

【Explode my ass; Takumi Minamino only played slightly better than Wei Wei Shihao, I still feel he's no good.】

【Looking down on my Brother Hao? My Brother Hao has mixed in the Eredivisie!】

【Can Japan stop attacking? They can't create anything anyway.】

Everyone in the comment section was talking big, but in reality, the Chinese fans watching the live broadcast were all extremely tense.

Although Japan had not yet gained momentum, one could not underestimate the strength of the second-place team in Group B because of this.

Caution keeps one safe for ten thousand years!

From this perspective, Escrivá was indeed a very suitable coach for the Chinese team.

You cannot say Escrivá is the strongest coach, but you can say he is the steadiest boatman.

He may not sail fast, but it is not so easy to capsize the boat.

75th minute of the second half!

Japan had a direct free-kick opportunity, and Wataru Endo was observing.

"Careful, careful!"

Tang Ye gave Yan Yan Junling a thumbs-up, emphasizing the current match time: "Last 15 minutes, let's go!"

In these last 15 minutes, if they won this match, the national football team would lock in first place in Group B!

"Actually, I think a free kick might not be a good opportunity for the Japanese team, because we haven't seen any player on their field whose free-kick form is currently online."

Slap!

Wataru Endo played a low, straight through-pass.

He did not aim for the penalty area but passed to Junya Ito on the wing.

This was a tactical set piece!

"Go up!"

Tang Ye pushed Zhang Zhang Xizhe toward the front right, while he himself pulled to the left to mark Hiroki Sakai.

Junya Ito!

Slap!

A 45-degree cross came in, targeting Ao Tanaka at the far post.

Ao Tanaka, jump up!

Bang!

Ao Tanaka jumped very high, heading the ball onto the grass; it rebounded and rolled into the goal.

"Oh!!!"

"Beep beep beep beep!!!!"

Chinese fans were nearly despairing, but fortunately, Ao Tanaka had already been offside when he made his forward run.

The 1:1 score remained on the top left of the screen for less than half a minute before turning back to 1:0 after the referee blew the whistle.

Japan's goal was disallowed!

"Xuuu!!!"

The fans were startled, and the national team players on the field were also panicking terribly.

They were simply too nervous; many players actually did not know Ao Tanaka was offside, and in the minds of these Chinese players, for at least 30 seconds, they believed the score had been equalized.

"Damn! Look at it!"

Feng Feng Xiaoting roared at Zhang Zhang Yuning inside the penalty area: "When those two came in simultaneously, why didn't you call it out? Why did you try to block two by yourself!?"

"It's not my fault; that ball should have been cleared!"

Zhang Zhang Yuning looked to Yan Yan Junling.

Several people were passing the blame back and forth until Zhang Zhang Linpeng pulled them apart.

Tang Ye also came over; judging by his expression, the national team captain was somewhat unhappy.

"Brother Ning, let's stop thinking about counterattacks for now; just defend the goal. Their defense isn't bad; scoring is truly harder than defending."

Holding up one finger, Tang Ye emphasized the current score to his teammates on the field.

1:0!

Although they had been heavily suppressed by Japan in the second half, the national team ultimately still held the advantage in the scoreline.

"..."

81st minute!

Gaku Shibasaki passed to Takefusa Kubo.

A chance for Japan!

Slap!

Takefusa Kubo struck the ball right into Jiang Guangtai.

Jiang Guangtai!

Jiang Guangtai again!

It was an extremely narrow defensive sequence; after clearing it, the two CCTV commentators lavishly praised Jiang Guangtai.

Not only did he perform excellently in attack, but Jiang Guangtai's defensive ability as a center-back was truly impeccable!

88th minute!

"Oh my, Daizen Maeda, that was not a good choice! The Japanese players seem to be playing a bit anxiously."

Normally, a single mistake wouldn't matter much, but Wu Xi reacted incredibly fast, rushing up to kick the ball directly to Tang Ye.

Daizen Maeda twisted his head to look back.

Good heavens!

Trouble has arisen now!

"Nice!"

Tang Ye shouted, startling Gaku Shibasaki, who was marking him.

Regaining his composure, Shibasaki prepared to block Tang Ye's position, only to be easily shoved aside by the latter.

"Baka!"

No matter how much you yell "baka," it's useless; a failed defense is a failed defense.

"Wow!!!!"

The camera zoomed in as Tang Ye drove straight forward with the ball.

"So far in this match, Tang Ye's running distance has already exceeded 11.5 km; it's hard to imagine he can still maintain such an exaggerated speed!"

"Yes, but Instructor Zhan, let me remind you: Tang Ye's single-match running distance record is 15.1 km (over 120 minutes)!"

After expressing astonishment at Tang Ye, this "indestructible ox," they immediately began watching the big ox's performance.

Luo Lu Guofu, who had come on as a substitute, was performing rather inconsistently, so after executing one quick combination play with him, Tang Ye chose not to pass the ball again.

Arriving near the penalty area!

【De Bruyne Far-Corner Curled Shot Lv5: Replication (Transcendent State)】

Proficiency: 3412/3500

Pa!

A curled shot was delivered.

Aimed at the top right corner!

Shuichi Gonda reached out, attempting to block it.

The Japanese goalkeeper failed to stop Tang Ye's curled shot, yet Tang Ye's shot also failed to score, striking the junction of pillars and bouncing out.

Yuto Nagatomo prepared to control the ball, only for Wu Lei to snatch it away.

!!!

Tang Ye immediately reached out, and Wu Lei, with perfect understanding, played the ball back before making a forward run.

Bang!

A layoff from Tang Ye!

Inside the penalty area!

Wu Lei!

Pa!

"Goal!"

"Goal!"

"A goal by Wu Lei!"

"2:0!!!"

"Wait, we need to check this goal for offside!"

"Was Wu Lei offside at the moment Tang Ye made the pass?"

The goal hadn't been ruled valid yet, but the Chinese players didn't bother arguing with the referee; Tang Ye grabbed Wu Lei by the shoulder, and the two rushed out to celebrate immediately.

"Wow!!!"

Bang!

"Awesome! Brother Lei!"

"You're the damn world's number one striker!"

Tang Ye jumped onto Wu Lei, and the two ran along the track to the area beneath the stands.

Tang Ye raised both hands, intending to perform a high-difficulty move, but losing control of his center of gravity, he and Wu Lei tumbled directly onto the track.