Chapter 856: Only One Goal in One Minute Needed to Advance

This fucking referee, I’m so pissed—this is obviously a penalty!

Fine, fine, fine—you won’t give my King Tang a penalty, is that it? Black hats, stop using penalties to smear my King!

What the fuck???? 66666

Why the hell isn’t that a penalty?!

Fans in China were frantic.

Never mind whether it was actually a penalty—you at least should’ve checked VAR when there was controversy.

If you won’t even check VAR, what the hell are you doing?

Fans are highly sensitive; this kind of call will make Chinese fans feel targeted by FIFA, and FIFA will inevitably get roasted online.

Unfortunately, FIFA is already used to being roasted—this little stir doesn’t matter.

“This is a controversial decision… the referee ultimately awarded China a direct free kick.”

“Yeah, both Tang Ye and Wei Shihao are good at direct free kicks, but there’s still a huge difference between a direct free kick and a penalty…”

The difference between a free kick and a penalty is indeed huge.

Just look at Tang Ye’s expression on the field—you’ll know exactly how huge.

Tang Ye’s annoyed face made it seem like he was about to kick the referee right in the face.

“Come on!”

“Tang Ye, come on!”

“Beeeeeeep!!!”

Wei Shihao and Tang Ye stood side by side, one on each side, whispering with their hands over their mouths.

It looked like they were consulting each other, but in reality, Wei Shihao was just asking Tang Ye for his opinion.

“What’s the plan?”

“…”

“I’m going straight for it.”

“Then I’ll fake run first.”

Tang Ye watched the shifting wall of defenders: “No need to fake run—I’m going straight for it.”

Hearing this, Wei Shihao gave a serious look toward the German players in the box and softly said to Tang Ye, “Good luck.”

“Let’s see—the German team’s free-kick defense is still quite mature.”

“Yeah, but right now, a 1-2 scoreline is completely acceptable for China, since Germany is unlikely to overtake us on goal difference.”

“We really should start delaying time now.”

“Beeeeep!”

“China’s free kick!”

“Tang Ye, take your run-up…”

Tang Ye’s run had rhythm, giving Neuer the illusion that China’s number 10 was going to shoot directly.

Tang Ye lifts his left leg.

Thwack!

At the moment of contact, he locked his knee—the ball shot upward with no visible spin.

Fuck!

It’s no illusion—this is a direct shot!

Neuer stepped right and leapt violently.

Just then, Tang Ye’s elevator ball began its descent, its trajectory erratic.

“Oh!!!”

Neuer, a veteran goalkeeper, actually predicted the ball’s general landing zone—his outstretched fingers even brushed the ball.

But Neuer’s fingers were just a little too short!

Thud!

After deflecting off Neuer’s fingertips, the free kick struck the left post and bounced into the net.

“Gooo——aaaaa——llll!!!”

“Goal!”

“Goal!”

“Tang Ye!!!”

“Again, Tang Ye!!!”

“Tang Ye’s second goal!”

“2-2!!!”

“In the 81st minute of the second half, China equalized!!!”

“Ahhhh—! (voice cracks)”

As CCTV’s commentator, Zhan Jun was terribly unprofessional.

He actually cracked his voice at this moment!

After completing the shot, Tang Ye bounced twice on the grass, confirmed the goal, then flung his arms wide and sprinted away at full speed.

“Holy shit!”

“Tang Ye! Holy shit, amazing!”

The stands were in chaos—Tang Ye slid into a knee, stood up, took a few steps forward, and planted his feet apart.

Emperor Armor!

Merge!!!

“Ahh!!!”

Escrivá rushed over from the side, sprinted, and leapt onto Tang Ye: “¡Vamos!”

“¡Vamos!!!”

The head coach wasn’t heavy—Tang Ye carried Escrivá straight to the bottom of the stands and roared at the top of his lungs.

“Roar—!!!!”

Dongqiu Di live report: Controversial referee decision—Tang Ye scores directly from free kick; China equalizes in the 82nd minute of the second half!

So so so strong!

The moment the goal happened, Dongqiu Di’s homepage was flooded with “666” comments.

Fans seemed to have forgotten how to say anything besides “666” and “awesome.”

But you can’t blame them for that.

“666” and “awesome” are the most authentic expressions of emotion!

“So awesome!!!”

Near the corner flag, chaos broke out—Wu Lei shoved past Feng Xiaoting to reach Tang Ye’s side.

Wrapping both hands around Tang Ye’s head, Wu Lei shouted: “Tang Ye, you’re the fucking best midfielder in the world!!!!”

Feng Xiaoting shoved his way back and pushed Wu Lei aside: “Idiot, who needs you to say that!”

“Move over, fuck!”

Thud thud thud!

Thud thud thud thud!

Escrivá quickly left the celebration and began preparing the substitutions.

China’s celebration wasn’t even over when German players began complaining.

“Referee, look at them.”

Jing Du'an spread his hands, reminding the referee that China's celebration had lasted too long.

In truth, Tang Ye hadn’t wasted much time celebrating—Germany just wanted to restart quickly, so it felt fast to them.

With less than ten minutes left, Germany needed four goals to qualify—how could they not be nervous?

“Referee, hurry up, kick off!”

Flick and the substitutes on the bench were shouting too.

The referee approached Tang Ye to negotiate. Honestly, Tang Ye felt a bit innocent, but he understood: “We’ll kick off right away, right away, okay? I’m not trying to delay—we guarantee they’ll get their chance.”

After speaking, Tang Ye shook his hands—China’s players slowly retreated to their own half.

Before leaving the pitch, Wei Shihao wrapped an arm around Tang Ye’s shoulder and slapped him hard: “Awesome.”

“Haha.”

Tang Ye gave a thumbs-up.

He was excited too.

Because of that goal, China no longer needed to care about Argentina or Wales.

Just hold onto this 2-2 draw—even if Argentina scores ten more goals against Wales, they can’t stop China!

Because China’s total points will be seven!

【Group C Standings (if score remains unchanged until final whistle)】

1. China, 7 points.

2. Argentina, 6 points.

3. Germany, 4 points.

4. Wales, 0 points.

"Oh..."

He took a deep breath, feeling he needed a drink of water to calm his racing heart.

"If this trend continues, China might top Group C. Since Argentina lost their first match, their total points cannot exceed six."

"The match isn't over yet—Germany still has one final chance."