Chapter 846: The Fall of the Eagle (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

"Oh my god, haha!"

"There's nothing wrong with this goal, absolutely nothing wrong with it!"

"A goal for Team China! 3:2!"

"Team China has once again taken the lead!"

This was a goal scored in the 87th minute of the second half.

If nothing unexpected happens...

Hmm, if nothing unexpected happens, then something unexpected is about to happen.

However, the team facing this unexpected turn isn't Team China, but rather the number one seed of Group C, Argentina.

"Brother Lei!"

In the crowd, Tang Ye reached out trying to pat Wu Lei's head, but alas, the surroundings were simply too crowded; even though Tang Ye strained himself, he couldn't reach.

"Haha, wow!"

Escrivá grabbed Tang Ye with a backhand motion, stood on his tiptoes, and pressed his forehead against Tang Ye's forehead, making a move resembling butting heads like oxen.

Of course, this wasn't actually butting heads like oxen.

"We've won, we're going to win!"

"Obvious."

"What?"

"I said!"

Tang Ye leaned his mouth close to Escrivá's ear: "Obvious!"

"Haha!"

"Team China!"

"Team China!"

Bang bang!

The players slowly dispersed; Tang Ye high-fived Wei Wei Shihao, who was wearing a fluorescent vest, and then started twisting his body in front of the camera.

He was dancing the routine Pogba had taught him; although it had been some time since leaving Dortmund, Tang Ye had not forgotten his dance teacher.

The captain of the national team danced with great rhythm, while beside him a cameraman moved slowly along with him.

Seeing this, Wu Lei walked toward Tang Ye, stood on the grass, and seemed to be preparing something.

By now Tang Ye had figured it out; a smile hung on his face as he waited for Wu Lei to make his move.

Team China's number 7 slowly raised his right arm.

He flicked his wrist.

Swish swish!

Flame Dragon Armor!

Combine!

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Last-minute winner! Tang Ye assists with a long pass, Wu Lei scores by pushing the ball into the dead corner, then performs a celebration move paying tribute to Tang Ye.

【Witnessing history!】

【Mom asked me why I'm kneeling while watching the live stream...】

【Ber? Are you serious?】

【This f***ing is the Chinese football Douyin talked about? So I've been kept in the dark all these past years?】

【Are we really going to win... 6】

Whether they are truly going to win is the question now occupying the minds of all Chinese fans.

Today, the national team seems intent on replicating the miracle of defeating Germany at the Russia World Cup.

The most awesome part is that this year's Argentina is much stronger than Germany was four years ago.

The miracle of 2022 carries more weight than the miracle of 2018, after all, the price of gold has been skyrocketing in recent years.

Yellow card: Wu Lei (CHN).

"Wu Lei received a yellow card for celebrating by taking off his shirt."

"It is now the 89th minute of the second half, let us wait a moment..."

"Oh, here it comes, the stoppage time for this match: 4 minutes!"

As soon as the 4 minutes of stoppage time were announced, Escrivá immediately ran over to annoy the fourth official, claiming that 4 minutes of added time was too short.

Complaining about stoppage time generally has no effect, but Escrivá was actually just looking for something to do, since when a person is extremely excited, they cannot sit calmly in a chair.

"Oh GG Bond! A hero in a fairy tale!"

"Oh GG Bond! Passion flows in the heart!"

"Oh GG Bond..."

The battle song rises!

Next comes Team China's defensive phase!

Messi dribbled the ball to the wing, with Wang Wang Shenchao standing before him.

Learning from previous lessons, Wang Wang Shenchao did not rush this time, retreating little by little while waiting for an opportunity.

Messi feinted a cutback pass, but actually changed direction and forcibly charged into the penalty area.

"Watch the far post!"

Tang Ye shouted a reminder while simultaneously marking De Paul.

Slap!

Messi fired a shot; Wang Wang Dalei shuffled his feet and leaped, successfully pushing the ball wide of the goal frame.

"Nice!"

Tang Ye shouted, then rushed into the small penalty area and planted a big kiss right on Wang Wang Dalei's forehead.

"Fuck!"

"What the hell are you doing!"

"Where are the players at the far post! Where are they!"

Scaloni was already beside himself with anxiety.

He probably never expected that the Chinese team would have two Armored Warriors today!

92'.

"Pull yourselves together, it's not over yet!"

Tang Ye raised both hands, signaling the players to focus: "Two minutes left, pull yourselves together."

"Zhang Zhang Xizhe! Head it again, run faster!"

"..."

94'.

"Beep beep beep!!!"

"Beep beep beep!!!"

The four minutes of stoppage time had completely elapsed; Messi received a pass from Romero and tried to make a move, but Tang Ye stuck to him like glue.

Although an attacking midfielder, Tang Ye's one-on-one defensive ability was truly no weak point.

If Messi dared to make a move, he would eat a tackle!

Bang!

Tang Ye lunged for a tackle but hit only air; Messi squared the ball to the center.

Enzo!

Bang!

He laid the ball off toward the byline; just as a teammate controlled it, they were swarmed by Wu Lei and Zhang Zhang Linpeng, and the ball was finally cleared away.

"Beep beep beep!!"

"Beep beep beep!"

"Referee!"

"Holy shit, referee, blow the whistle!"

【Brothers!】

【66666】

【Group photo, group photo!】

"Beep, beep beep—!!!!"

"Alright, the match is over! The final score is fixed at 3:2; thanks to Tang Ye's two goals and Wu Lei's last-gasp winner, China successfully turned the tables on Argentina, securing their first victory of this World Cup."

"Hmm... many people probably never imagined this scoreline."

"Yes, haha, including us; we didn't expect it either, after all, beating Argentina is truly too outrageous."

A team ranked in the FIFA global top ten lost to the dark horse Chinese side in a match full of ups and downs.

The Argentine players' performance in the first match was indeed somewhat unsatisfactory; in any case, it certainly couldn't satisfy their country's fans.

But this is football; once the result is born, nothing you do can change it.

A loss is a loss.

The Chinese players spread their arms and sprinted across the pitch, looking nothing like a team that had just played a 90-minute match.

The director didn't give the Chinese players much screen time, instead offering a cinematic slow-focus on Messi on the field.

The Argentine captain still habitually stood with hands on hips, his upper body leaning slightly forward.

Messi showed no expression of sadness, nor did he frown or make similar gestures; his face displayed mostly numbness.

Considered half a favorite for the title, yet they lost in the very first match...

"Wow!!!!"

Screams erupted successively from the three teaching buildings of Mianyang Nanshan Middle School.

"China is awesome!"

"Tang Ye is awesome!!"

"Woww!!!!"

"Hey, quiet down, quiet!"

The subject teacher in the classroom stood up to urge calm, but several boys in the class could no longer control their emotions and rushed out during evening self-study.

Staying in the classroom was one thing, but once they stepped out, they discovered so many like-minded people in the corridors.

"Awesome!"