Chapter 853: Let Us Chant the Tang Ye Bible Together

#China vs Germany.

#The grudge match between China and Germany begins again!

#A do-or-die match for the Chinese team at the Qatar World Cup.

#The Tang Ye Bible.

#Germany in crisis.

News about the China versus Germany match almost inevitably dominated the trending searches on every major platform.

Speaking of which, the national football team's luck in this World Cup is truly terrible; even after defeating Wales and pulling off an upset victory against Argentina, they still have not secured qualification for the knockout stage.

In comparison, Germany and Argentina have been luckier; despite poor performances in the first two rounds, they still have a chance to fight for first place in the group.

Damn it!

It feels like everyone is targeting our national football team!

"However... hmm, actually, we don't need to be too nervous."

"Because currently the Chinese team has a total goal difference of four, which is quite large, so it won't be easy for Argentina and Germany to overtake them in goal difference!"

"Yes."

"Here they come; we can see that players from both teams are already on the field warming up!"

Clap clap clap clap!

Accompanied by applause and cheers, the Chinese and German players ran out one after another.

"Tang Ye!"

"Advance to the knockout stage!"

"Long live Germany! Long live Germany!"

"Thomas! (Müller)"

Tang Ye raised his hand to respond to the calls from the fans in the stands.

"Get moving, get moving!"

The fitness coach waved his hands, and the national football players began running around the marker cones that had been arranged on the field earlier.

Tang Ye did not warm up with the team; being the talented individual he is, he struck up a conversation directly with Kimmich from Fan Fan Dejia who was passing in front of him: "That number 14 of yours is very impressive, Musiala."

"Mm, he is our best young player."

Kimmich was surprised that Tang Ye would praise a German player before the match and couldn't help but feel a bit wary.

However, considering the speaker was Tang Ye, this guy probably didn't have any other intention.

"This is the first time I've seen Thomas play as a center forward; I watched the recordings of your first two matches, and Musiala and Thomas have good chemistry."

Tang Ye pinched his chin with one hand as he spoke to Kimmich.

"This is your first time seeing Thomas play as a center forward? That shouldn't be right; you've played in Fan Fan Dejia."

"It really is the first time; when Thomas was at Bayern, he had Robert (Lewandowski) playing as the center forward, so he usually played as a second striker, or in the number 9 position."

"That is true."

Kimmich and Tang Ye clapped hands; at this moment, the booing from the crowd unknowingly increased, leaving Tang Ye somewhat helpless.

"Alright, we probably shouldn't be chatting."

"Mm, why?"

Tang Ye glanced toward the stands, waving his hand: "Many of your fans are angry with me."

"You know, just because of what happened before in Fan Fan Dejia and the World Cup."

"Haha!"

Kimmich pushed Tang Ye slightly, and the two stopped continuing their conversation.

The Chinese fans and German fans in the stands were arguing more and more fiercely.

The good news is that both sides speak different languages; most Chinese fans could only shout "fuck" in English, while the German fans merely shouted "Tang Ye shabi" with non-standard pronunciation (with even a few needing to temporarily look up Chinese insult tutorials on YouTube), so as long as no physical conflict occurred between the two sides, the contradiction could not escalate further.

"I! Chasing the glimmer of dreams~!"

"It is because we have courage that we do not fear danger!"

"Your love has no upper limit~~~ Give me the strength to continue moving forward!"

The songs played at the venue were all voted on by fans from both sides; at first, Tang Ye listened with great enthusiasm, warming up along with the rhythm.

But after a German song ended, the situation became slightly off.

Bang!

The sound of a door being smashed suddenly emanated from the speakers, immediately followed by nearly simultaneous screams from the Chinese fans in the away section.

What's going on?

"What's wrong?"

Tang Ye looked toward the stands, only to discover that the fans were all shouting Tang Ye's name, and the photographers on site had all pointed their lenses at him.

Even the large screen was displaying Tang Ye's head.

"Damn!"

"No, why is this happening!"

"What exactly are you all afraid of?"

"..."

Alright.

Although Tang Ye was somewhat slow to react, after hearing these few sentences, he finally figured it out.

Looking at Wu Lei standing in the distance, his teammate was shrugging his hands toward him.

Wu Lei had said before that the Bible would make it into today's pre-match playlist, but Tang Ye had refuted him at the time.

But now it seems Tang Ye's rebuttal was wrong.

Wu Lei is the one who is correct!

"During the match, I told you we could attack, but you just kept nodding, nodding away, yet you still passed back and forth behind, never moving forward."

"The full-backs kept telling me to go, so of course I could go, but if they keep telling me to go, how am I supposed to? Moreover, you wouldn't pass forward; if I wanted the ball, I had to drop back, then dribble it up the field myself."

"..."

There was no melody, just pure speech, yet bolstered by the venue's professional sound system, it felt like a grand speech was being delivered.

The German players stood on the pitch, looking awkward.

They did not understand Chinese, but they could recognize Tang Ye's timbre.

Tang Ye's timbre combined with his flustered and angry tone meant that regardless of whether one understood Chinese, anyone could judge what was currently being broadcast.

It was the great Scripture!

Of course, in truth, compared to the German players, the person currently more awkward on the field should be Tang Ye himself.

"You clearly could pass forward, clearly could combine with me, so why wouldn't you combine? And while on the field, I communicated with you many times already."

"Damn it, I don't know why you're afraid; what is there to fear about those few guys from the German team?"

"Wow!!!!"

"Always playing defense, always playing defense. Even a scrub like Özil can play offense, so I'm only allowed to play defense, is that it? Am I worse than him that I have to keep playing defense?"

"Hell, their midfield is weak as anything, yet you're still afraid; I don't know what you're scared of."

【Am I worse than him that I have to keep playing defense!】

【Everyone rise, begin the chant!!!】

【They really dare to play this; did the organizers really not use translation software to check what this song means?】

【Are you sure this is a song?】

【How audacious! How can Tang Tang Qiuwang's Scripture not be considered a song?】

The large screen at the venue still displayed Tang Ye's head.

It was evident that Tang Ye was truly extremely helpless right now.

The fans' original plan was to use this to mess with the German players' minds, but unexpectedly, they ended up stabbing their own big brother first.

"It's fine, it's fine, haha."

Feng Feng Xiaoting punched Tang Ye's arm lightly; the latter raised his hand to signal that he was not affected.

Check Dongqiu Di pinned post: China-Germany match countdown 42 minutes; before kickoff, "Tang Ye Scripture" played in the stadium.

"..."

"This is the final group stage match, but it is not necessarily our last match of this World Cup; that cannot be determined yet."

"We are currently top of the group, but that does not mean we have already secured qualification for the knockout stage."

Escrivá gave his final pre-match instructions: "Argentina will defeat Wales to take six points; I can almost guarantee you that. So actually, our current advantage is not as big as you imagine!"

"Do you understand what I mean?"

"We must put in the best possible performance; even if we lose, we must lose by as few goals as possible!"

"We might even draw, or even defeat the opponent!"

"This is the final step to advancing to the knockout stage; everyone snap to attention!"

Clap clap clap clap!

Clap clap clap clap!

Rubbing his hands and taking a deep breath, Tang Ye focused his attention.

He was ready for everything!

"China Central Television! Good evening, dear audience friends!"