Chapter 844: Light, Did You Hear That?

"De Paul!!!"

"Goal for Argentina, 1:0!"

This was Argentina's first goal of this Qatar World Cup.

As the creator of this goal, De Paul sprinted toward the stands at his fastest speed, sliding on his knees to forcefully declare his current excitement.

"Roar—!!!"

"Vamos!!!"

"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

Many Chinese football fans in the stands were instantly silenced; those with more impatient temperaments pointed at De Paul's nose and cursed.

Dongqiu Di live match report: Di Maria cleverly distributes the ball, De Paul shoots into the dead corner to score; in the first round of the World Cup group stage, the Chinese national team trails 0:1.

【Damn it, Wei Wei Shihao, you idiot, watch your position!】

【Don't panic, don't panic, this was expected; let's not rush, we're only down by one goal.】

【What a pity; I thought we could reach halftime with a draw. If we had drawn going into halftime, we would have lost by at most two goals. Now that's uncertain. It mainly depends on our performance in the second half; I feel we can steady things up a bit from here.】

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Pah!

Tang Ye spat onto the grass, his eyes slightly red as he watched the Argentine players celebrating.

They held on for 25 minutes, but ultimately couldn't last through the entire first half!

Damn it!

"It's fine!"

Escrivá shouted to the players on the field: "Pull yourselves together! TY, get over here quickly!"

Hearing the commotion from the substitute bench, Tang Ye ran over quickly, preparing to hear if the coach had any good ideas.

"We are now down by one goal, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"

Escrivá placed one hand on Tang Ye's shoulder and grabbed Marti's shoulder with the other: "You've done very well; what you need to do now is hold firm against their upcoming attacks. They cannot score again before the first half ends. Do you understand what I mean?"

"..."

Seeing the players remain silent, Escrivá shouted again: "Do you understand what I mean!?"

"Yes."

Tang Ye gave a thumbs-up, the muscles in his face knotted together.

"Come on!"

"Tang Ye, come on!"

"It's fine, keep going! Just play it out! Losing the match is okay!"

The fans at the scene were indeed full of fighting spirit.

Their thinking was likely the same as Escrivá's: to end the first half with a 0:1 scoreline.

But as a player on the field, Tang Ye could clearly feel Argentina's attacking momentum growing stronger and stronger.

Whether they could hold steady at 0:1 was hard to say; one thing was certain, Argentina's attacks would definitely become fiercer in the time remaining!

"..."

Bang!

"Beep!"

In the 32nd minute, Zhang Zhang Linpeng, driving down the flank, was pulled down by Gomez reaching out his hand.

Normally this would be nothing, but Gomez deliberately stepped over Zhang Zhang Linpeng's head; this move instantly enraged the Chinese team's players.

"Get lost!"

Tang Ye shoved Gomez away, and upon seeing this, players from both sides rushed over.

Messi blocked Tang Ye, standing in front of him: "Forget it, forget it."

"Did you see what he did? Did you see it?"

Tang Ye pushed Messi aside and signaled to the referee: "He stepped right over his head!"

Seemingly taking Tang Ye's suggestion, the referee showed Gomez a yellow card, which provoked dissatisfaction among the Argentine players; De Paul came up looking to stir trouble.

"Get away!"

Tang Ye placed his hand on Zhang Zhang Linpeng's shoulder, signaling his teammates to back off first: "This matter is over; what else do you want to do?"

"..."

Gomez was somewhat angry, but Messi held him back, so the argument between the two sides did not continue.

"The first yellow card of this match; this yellow card... well, we can say the Chinese team should look for more opportunities on the right flank. Force Gomez into committing fouls..."

"..."

"Wang Wang Shenchao, beautiful!"

Wang Wang Shenchao delivered a long pass from the wing that found Zhang Zhang Yuning at the very front directly, prompting the commentators to praise this Chinese defender's exaggerated vision.

There was a hint of a lucky fluke, but a hit is a hit.

Bang!

Zhang Zhang Yuning headed the ball back, slamming it onto the grass.

The one controlling the ball was Tang Ye!

There was a De Paul beside him, but Tang Ye didn't panic at all; he pretended to step on the ball, then suddenly accelerated forward.

"Pull him!"

Coach Scaloni's voice came from the far end, but by the time De Paul prepared to reach out, Tang Ye had already burst away.

They wanted to commit a tactical foul, but it was too late!

"Huff, huff, huff!"

Sprinting forward, Tang Ye continuously drew in oxygen; only this could guarantee both his running speed and the clarity of his thoughts.

To the front-left was Romero, and to the front-right was Otamendi...

"Hey!"

Tang Ye raised his right hand and paused for an instant; Wu Lei understood Tang Ye's intent immediately, accelerating sharply to make a diagonal run.

Boom!

A through-ball was played, and the one controlling it was Wu Lei, positioned behind Otamendi!

"Wu Lei, shoot!"

Smack!

Martinez dropped squarely onto his butt, using his body to block Wu Lei's shot.

The rebounded ball landed perfectly at Tagliafico's position; just as the Argentine defender prepared to take control, Tang Ye suddenly surged in from the side, shoving him away with his body.

"Fuck!"

Naive fool; now you know what "fuck" means.

Tang Ye showed no courtesy to the opposition either; he pulled the ball back, turned, and began cutting inside.

"Number 11!"

Martinez shouted, reminding the defenders to watch Wei Wei Shihao.

Before Tang Ye could arrive, Wei Wei Shihao was already marked tightly by Molina.

Hiss!

Glancing at the goal from the corner of his eye, Tang Ye's brain raced at high speed.

This angle was still quite good.

Go for it!

Changing rhythm, Tang Ye suddenly slowed his pace, immediately followed by a feint and turn.

"Eh, he's going to shoot!"

"Tang Ye!"

Smack!

A curled shot toward the far corner was unleashed, targeting the dead spot in the upper-right of the goal.

Martinez leaped into the air!

Much like Wang Wang Dalei's situation earlier, Martinez's save was timely in reaction but lacked a bit of arm length.

The ball flew straight into the dead corner.

"Gooo——aaaa——llll!!!!"

"Goal!"

"Goal!!!"

"Tang Ye——!!! (voice cracked)"

"Oh my god, a worldie from Tang Ye!!!"

Lusail Stadium erupted in an instant; the moment he confirmed his goal, Tang Ye flung his arms wide, dodged Paredes, and charged straight off the field.

"Ah!!!!"

"Ah!!"

Boom!

Swish swish swish!!!

A very standard three-stripe slide; when he stopped, Tang Ye happened to reach the touchline, kneeling right there on the grass.

"Awesome!!"

"Holy fucking shit, awesome!!"

Teammates' voices came from behind, and soon the area around Tang Ye was filled with kneeling Chinese national team players.

"Awesome! Awesome!"

Boom!

Zhang Zhang Yuning bumped his forehead against Tang Ye's.

It hurt a little, but neither of them was in a state to perceive pain right now: "Holy fucking shit, awesome!"

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye hits the top corner with an incredible curled shot, tying the score for the national football team!

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【Tang Tang Qiuwang, boo hoo!】

【This curled shot is textbook level, simply perfect; even Big Martin was useless.】

"Roar——!"

Roaring once at the fans in the stands, Tang Ye raised both hands upward.

Escriva squeezed through the crowd and fiercely hugged Tang Ye: "Well done, well done!"

"Haha!"

"..."

"Wow... this truly is a top-corner shot in the literal sense; 9.9 out of 10, any more to the side and it would have hit the post."

"Yes, haha, this goal was truly unexpected. We can see Martinez is feeling a bit uncomfortable now, but in truth, this goal isn't his fault."

"1:1! This goal for the Chinese team came at a very opportune moment; this means the remainder of the first half will be much easier to handle."

The 0:1 scoreline after De Paul's goal just now was entirely expected, after all, Argentina is indeed the side with superior overall strength.

Now, this 1:1 can be considered entirely unexpected.