Chapter 863: I Said Tom Would Seize Any Possible Opportunity, For

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【Holy shit, bro, what are you doing?】

【I can’t even speak—was that even a goal?】

【Insane! Holy shit! Insane! King of Football!】

「wow!!!」

The crowd erupted in shouts; after confirming the goal, Tang Ye spread his arms and sprinted rapidly toward the sideline.

Thud!

Swish—!!!

「Roar—!!!!」

For the Chinese team players, it took a moment to fully accept the reality, so at first, only Tang Ye was running in celebration.

Escrivá placed his hands on his head and raked through his hair: 「sh……shit.」

「Tang Ye, holy shit, you’re amazing!」

「King of Football! King of Football!」

Standing up from the grass, Tang Ye first raised his hand to greet the fans in the stands, then walked toward the nearest cameraman.

He planted his feet firmly and slowly raised his right hand.

!

The crowd instantly reacted, seizing the moment Tang Ye swung his arm.

「Flame Dragon Armor, merge!!」

This was already Tang Ye’s third armor summoned in this World Cup.

Yeah, the first one in the knockout stage!

Dongqiu Di real-time report: Tang Ye scores with a bicycle kick wonder goal—China opens the scoring in the 20th minute of the first half.

Hot search no.1: China vs Spain.

No.7: China leads. (Fastest rising)

「……」

On the Spanish side, Rodri and Pedri exchanged uneasy glances.

「Why didn’t you go up?」

Pedri was caught off guard by the question: 「I thought the ball wasn’t coming to me.」

「……」

Rodri flung his hands upward—clearly, he was utterly speechless.

Pedri has talent, but he’s just too young.

Twenty-year-old Pedri looks as immature as a two-year-old next to Tang Ye.

And this Tom guy is just weird—he plays like he’s 230 years old at age 23.

He stole the 「0」 from Pedri’s age!

「China team!」

「Long live!」

「Long live!」

「……」

「Beeep!!」

「Haha, we can see China is now leading!」

「Sss, no one expected this score at the start, hehe. This is exactly what we’ve always said—this kid Tang Ye, hehe, he always creates miracles, keeps the game unpredictable.」

「Coach Zhang, did you predict this score?」

「Hehe, of course not!」

No one expected Spain to be the first to concede—clever producers cut to Enrique’s face, and over a billion viewers worldwide watched the embarrassed Spanish head coach.

Being scored on first is certainly painful, but according to commentator Zhang Lu’s analysis, Spain’s situation isn’t as dire as fans imagine.

Good news: China scored first.

Bad news: The goal came purely from individual brilliance—China’s open-play offense hasn’t improved.

On Spain’s bench, Morata and Nico Williams were already warming up; Enrique stayed alert for any possible surprise.

「Mine!」

Wei Shihao gained possession and sprinted full speed toward the baseline.

His speed wasn’t fast enough, so his run down the flank failed.

Llorente and Gavi were both nearby!

With no choice, before losing the ball, Wei Shihao delivered a cross to Zhang Xizhe, who came to receive it.

Zhang Xizhe stopped the ball with a touch.

Not knowing what to do, Tang Ye sprinted over from the side, heading for the arc.

Opportunity!

Seizing the moment, Zhang Xizhe played a soft through pass directly to Tang Ye’s feet.

Again, it’s China’s number 10 in possession!

Thud!

Rodri blocked his position, forcing Tang Ye to kick the ball out for a corner.

「Damn!」

Frustrated, Tang Ye shook his head repeatedly and raised his hand to signal his teammates: 「Mine! Mine!」

「Look for me more next time—they’re off-balance, we can push forward!」

「……」

「What a pity… hmm, Rodri really understands Tang Ye—his movement…」

It was a clean physical challenge, but in slow motion, several commentators analyzed it in detail.

From the footage, Rodri clearly anticipated Tang Ye’s next move to shield the ball with his leg, so he planted his position first before engaging physically—he’d essentially seen through Tang Ye’s entire playbook.

Indeed, when masters clash, every move deserves meticulous analysis!

Near the 30th minute of the first half, taking advantage of Spain’s low energy, Tang Ye further raised the tempo.

This move was risky, but in fact, China’s offensive play had been going fairly well.

Wu Lei… received Tang Ye’s long pass!

Pedri came over to disrupt; Wu Lei was heavily restricted.

But the Chinese forward’s reaction was still quick—he used a feint to momentarily break free and quickly passed to Zhang Linpeng, who was making a run.

「Go press!」

Busquets called out; Olmo immediately charged toward Zhang Linpeng.

「Oh!!!」

Many fans were startled—before Olmo could stick out his foot, Zhang Linpeng crossed to Feng Xiaoting.

Feng Xiaoting passed to Jiang Guangtai!

【Protected: Jiang Guangtai】

【Protected: Wang Shenchao】

「Come on!」

Wang Shenchao rushed to the right position to receive the ball, but was blocked by Asensio.

Seeing he couldn’t pass to Wang Shenchao, Jiang Guangtai chose to carry the ball forward himself, instead of returning it to the goalkeeper.

「Wow!」

「Jiang Guangtai, incredibly bold!」

「Long ball to Wu Lei!」

Controlled on the right flank, found the chance for a cutback.

After a series of passes, the ball ultimately returned to Tang Ye’s feet.

Eyes brightening, Tang Ye prepared to execute his move.

Thud!

Collided with Rodri—both nearly fell, but neither did.

He stopped the ball abruptly, and as Rodri overran him, Tang Ye passed to Wei Shihao, who immediately began his inside cut.

Plop!

Wei Shihao’s curling shot was caught by the Spanish goalkeeper.

「Phew…」

His molars clenched tightly—Wei Shihao was clearly furious.

As a substitute in the Portuguese league, did Wei Shihao’s shooting technique fall short in this World Cup knockout match?

「……」

「Pedri, don’t rush—hand it to Busquets… no problem!」

Despite their poor form, Spain’s passing and movement remained significantly faster than China’s.

Zhang Xizhe and Wu Xi clearly couldn’t handle this situation, and Tang Ye alone could do nothing; they could only watch helplessly as the opposing player crossed the halfway line.

The pass went to Ormo.

Spain as a whole gave off a strange feeling—urgent yet not urgent at all.

Ormo suddenly accelerated and cut toward the edge of the penalty area.

!!!

“ohhh!!!”

Snap!

The shot struck Feng Xiaoting.

The ball bounced out, and Asensio seized the second rebound.

Asensio feinted to change direction, but his change of pace was too slow.

Pass again to Ormo.

Snap!

“goooo——aaaa——llll!!!!”

“Sssss… oh.”

A sigh came from the TV commentator as the Spanish players on screen began celebrating.

“Hah!”

“Wow!”

Alba leapt onto Ormo’s back; barely had Alba stepped down when Pedri jumped on top, forcing Ormo to bear his teammates’ weight as he ran forward.