Chapter 863: I Said Tang Ye Would Seize Every Possible Opportunity

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【?????】

【Holy crap, dude, what are you doing?】

【I'm speechless; did that goal actually count?】

【Awesome, holy crap! Awesome! King of Balls!】

"Wow!!!"

The fans at the stadium let out a collective gasp; after confirming his goal, Tang Ye spread his arms wide and sprinted rapidly toward the sidelines.

Boom!

Whoosh—!!!

"Roar—!!!!"

For the Chinese players on the pitch, it took some time to fully accept the fact, which meant that when the celebration first began, only Tang Ye was running.

Escrivá placed his hands on his head and smoothed back his hair: "Sh... shit."

"Tang Ye, holy mother-flipping crap, you're awesome!"

"King of Balls! King of Balls!"

Rising from the grass, Tang Ye first raised a hand to greet the fans in the stands, then immediately walked over to the nearest photographer.

Planting his feet firmly, he slowly raised his right hand.

!

The fans at the scene reacted instantly, seizing the moment Tang Ye swung his arm.

"Flame Dragon Armor, combine!!"

This was already the third set of armor Tang Ye had summoned since this World Cup began.

Yes, the first one of the knockout stage!

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye scores with a rainbow kick worldie; in the 20th minute of the first half, the national team opens the scoring.

Hot Search No. 1: China vs. Spain.

No. 7: China takes the lead. (Rising fastest)

"..."

On the Spanish side, things were somewhat awkward; Rodri and Pedri looked at each other in silence.

"Why didn't you go up?"

Caught off guard by the question, Pedri replied awkwardly: "I thought the ball wouldn't come over."

"..."

Throwing his hands up in the air, it was clear that Rodri was utterly speechless.

Pedri had talent, but he was simply too young.

At twenty years old, Pedri was as green as a damn two-year-old compared to Tang Ye.

And that guy Tom was also strange; at twenty-three, he managed to play with the feel of a two-hundred-and-thirty-year-old veteran.

He had stolen that "0" from Pedri's age!

"China!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

"..."

"Beep!!"

"Haha, we can see that China is now in the lead!"

"Hiss, indeed, no one could have expected this scoreline at the start; eh, hehe. This is exactly what we've always said: this kid Tang Ye, hehe, he is always capable of creating miracles and filling the match with uncertainty."

"Coach Zhang, did you anticipate this scoreline?"

"Hehe, of course not!"

No one could have ever expected Spain's goal to be breached first by the Chinese team; the quick-witted director cut to Enrique, allowing over a billion people worldwide to watch simultaneously as the embarrassed Spanish head coach sat there.

Being scored on first was indeed unpleasant, yet according to commentator Zhang Lu's subsequent analysis, Spain's current situation was actually not as dire as the fans imagined.

Good news: The national team scored first.

Bad news: This goal was purely exploded out through individual ability; China's open-play situation has not improved.

On the Spanish bench, Morata and Nico Williams had already begun warming up, with Enrique constantly guarding against any potential surprises.

"Mine!"

Wei Wei Shihao gained possession of the ball and sprinted at full speed directly toward the byline.

His speed was not fast enough, which resulted in Wei Wei Shihao failing to successfully reach the bottom line.

Llorente and Gavi were both right beside him!

With no other choice, and just before losing the ball, Wei Wei Shihao delivered a cross, handing possession to Zhang Zhang Xizhe who had moved up to support.

Zhang Zhang Xizhe stepped on the ball to stop it.

Unsure of what to do, Tang Ye ran up from the side, targeting the position at the top of the arc.

There's a chance!

Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Zhang Xizhe gently pushed a through pass, which arrived precisely at Tang Ye's feet.

Once again, player number 10 for China is in control!

Boom!

Rodri blocked the position, forcing Tang Ye to kick the ball out over the byline.

"Damn!"

Somewhat speechless, Tang Ye kept shaking his head, raising a hand to signal his teammates: "My fault, my fault!"

"Pass to me more from now on; their condition is poor, we can push an attack!"

"..."

"What a pity... Hmm, Rodri still understands Tang Ye very well; that move of his..."

It was a clean bout of physical contact, yet under the slow-motion replay, several commentators began analyzing it earnestly.

From the footage, Rodri clearly knew Tang Ye would next extend his leg to shield the ball, so he chose to seal the position first before engaging physically, practically seeing through Tang Ye's every trick.

Indeed, this is how masters clash; every stroke is worth detailed analysis!

Approaching the 30-minute mark of the first half, taking advantage of the Spanish players' slump in form, Tang Ye further accelerated the tempo.

This maneuver was somewhat risky, but the fact remained that the Chinese team's attack was proceeding quite well.

Wu Lei... receiving Tang Ye's long pass!

Pedri rushed over to interfere; Wu Lei was severely constrained.

However, the Chinese striker's reaction speed remained quick; Wu Lei used a feint to briefly shake off his marker, swiftly passing the ball to the supporting Zhang Zhang Linpeng.

"Press him!"

Busquets shouted, and Olmo immediately charged toward Zhang Zhang Linpeng.

"Oh!!!"

Many fans were startled; just before Olmo could extend his foot, Zhang Zhang Linpeng squared the pass to Feng Feng Xiaoting.

Feng Feng Xiaoting passed again to Jiang Guangtai!

【Protected Person: Jiang Guangtai】

【Protected Person: Wang Wang Shenchao】

"Here!"

Wang Wang Shenchao hurriedly ran into a suitable position calling for the ball, but was blocked by Asensio.

Seeing he could not pass to Wang Wang Shenchao, Jiang Guangtai chose between passing back to the goalkeeper or playing forward, ultimately deciding to dribble upfield himself.

"Wow!"

"Jiang Guangtai, extremely bold!"

"Play the long ball out, Wu Lei!"

Controlling the ball on the right flank, he found an opportunity to cut it back.

After several exchanges, possession ultimately returned to Tang Ye's feet.

Eyes lighting up, Tang Ye prepared to begin his maneuver.

Bang!

Colliding with Rodri, both nearly fell, yet neither actually hit the ground.

Stopping abruptly with the ball underfoot, exploiting the gap as Rodri overshot, Tang Ye passed to Wei Wei Shihao; the national team winger immediately began cutting inside.

Slap!

A curling shot delivered, Wei Wei Shihao's attempt was claimed by the Spanish goalkeeper.

"Huff..."

Upper and lower teeth clenched tightly together, Wei Wei Shihao was indeed extremely unwilling to accept this.

As a substitute player in the Primeira Liga, did Wei Wei Shihao's shooting technique seem somewhat inadequate for the World Cup knockout stage?

"..."

"Pedri, no rush, pass to Busquets first... No problem!"

Continuous passing combinations; even in poor form, Spain's possession play remained considerably faster than China's.

Zhang Zhang Xizhe and Wu Xi clearly struggled to handle this situation; Tang Ye alone could do nothing, so he could only watch helplessly as the opposing players crossed the halfway line.

The pass went to Olmo.

Spain overall gave off a sensation of being both urgent and unhurried, bizarrely so.

Olmo suddenly accelerated, cutting toward the edge of the penalty area.

!!!

"Ohhh!!!"

Slap!

The shot fired out, striking Feng Feng Xiaoting's body.

The ball rebounded out, and Asensio secured the second ball.

Asensio feinted a change of direction, but this fellow's turning speed was a bit too slow.

Passing again to Olmo.

Slap!

"Goooo——aaaa——llll!!!!"

"Hiss... Oh."

A sigh escaped from the commentators on the television, while in the footage, the Spanish players had already begun their celebration.

"Haha!"

"Wow!"

Alba leaped onto Olmo; just as Alba came down, Pedri jumped up again, forcing Olmo to bear his teammates' weight and run outward.