Chapter 865: A Match That Lasted Until Daybreak: The Sun Has Risen

"..."

Watching Tang Ye walk away, Rodri was at a loss for words.

He seemed to understand the meaning behind Tang Ye's words, yet he couldn't be certain.

Spain had indeed gone easy against Japan, but this had instead become an excuse for Spanish players and fans to let their guard down: they had only drawn with Japan because they hadn't tried their hardest.

What if a Spain playing at full strength wasn't as formidable as everyone imagined?

Wouldn't that mean they were done for?

"What's wrong?"

Not knowing why Rodri was distracted, a teammate walked over to ask.

"Cough, it's nothing."

Clap clap!

"Come on, come on!"

"Don't give them a chance."

Rodri repeated what Enrique had emphasized just minutes earlier.

Spain had to finish off their opponent within the thirty minutes of extra time.

Do not let it go to penalties!

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No. 3: China and Spain enter extra time. (Hot)

"China Media Group!"

"As we can see, the first half of extra time has already begun; the Chinese team has made quite a few substitution adjustments."

Judging by the situation on the field, the Chinese team had opted for a five-defender formation.

From this, it was clear that the two teams' strategies were completely opposite.

Spain wanted to end the match as quickly as possible to avoid any surprises.

Meanwhile, China hoped to drag the game into a penalty shootout, using greater uncertainty to boost their chances of victory as the underdogs!

"Gao Gao Zhunyi, look for Fernan... no, he's choosing to find Tang Ye!"

"Oh, Tang Ye's stamina is truly impressive."

Controlling the ball and turning, Tang Ye had just shaken off Soler and immediately began his advance.

The Spanish defenders probably hadn't expected Tang Ye to still possess such explosive speed at this stage, so Soler's initial reaction was a bit slow.

"Tang Ye, find Ai Ai Kesen on the right!"

"Beautiful!"

"No problem! Ai Ai Kesen pulls wide, passing the ball to the center!"

As soon as Tang Ye received the ball in the center, he immediately switched play to Fernando on the left flank.

The Chinese team had practically written their extra-time tactical intent all over their faces: they intended to delay time by shuttling the ball between the left and right flanks.

This was absolutely what Enrique did not want to see!

"Press! Press them!"

"Press their defenders! Press the defenders!"

"..."

Live match report: 98th minute, Nico Williams plays a cutback, Fati's shot is pushed away by Wang Wang Dalei.

Live match report: Exhausted? Llorente falls without any contact and is substituted off; Spain has used up all their substitution slots.

"Fati, push it to Olmo!"

"Olmo's performance today has been truly outstanding; the Chinese team needs to be careful."

"Ai Ai Kesen is tracking back!"

The commentators had completely abandoned neutrality.

They couldn't help it; they genuinely hoped the Chinese team could create a miracle in the knockout stage!

"Tang Ye, get over here!"

Bang!

With a running tackle, Olmo cleverly jumped up, successfully avoiding it.

"Damn!"

After Olmo planted his feet back on the grass, he stumbled a few steps, clearly indicating his stamina was nearly depleted.

Thwack!

A cross finds Morata!

"Oh!!!"

"Beep beep beep beep!"

Thwack!

The shot comes in; Gao Gao Zhunyi and Jiang Guangtai both fall to the ground, but ultimately it is Gao Gao Zhunyi, positioned further back, who blocks the ball.

The five-defender formation had paid off!

"Come on, come on!"

Escrivá threw his hands upward, then continued clapping persistently.

The head coach of the national football team had clapped his hands until they were red.

"China's primary objective right now is to drag the match into a penalty shootout, which is indeed somewhat difficult..."

"Morata, press!"

"Hey, they don't want China to send the ball forward! Enrique must be planning to counter China's left-right switching tactic."

"..."

Time reached the 106th minute; extra time was now in its second half.

A corner kick opportunity arose; Fernando ran over, but Tang Ye intercepted him halfway: "I'll take it, you watch the near post."

Fernando placed his hand on Tang Ye's back and gave a gentle push: "Go for it, bro!"

"Go! Go!"

"Team China is awesome!"

"Tang Ye is awesome!"

"Waste time! Waste time!"

【Watching a match until daylight, brothers, let's do this!】

【So thrilling... Does anyone know if going to work without sleep will cause sudden death? I really have no time to sleep now.】

【Hold on! Just hold on! National Football Team is awesome!】

【If we win this match, I'll immediately confess to my deskmate; Chinese people don't lie to Chinese people!】

【My heart feels uncomfortable; if I stay this nervous, will I drop dead right here?】

Some fans are simply too afraid of dying; staying nervous certainly won't make you drop dead on the spot.

The players on the field are the best example.

ggbond has been nervous for over two hours since kickoff, yet he is still alive, isn't he?

He even still has the energy to take a corner kick!

"Beep!"

Slap!

Pass it out, find Jiang Guangtai in the box!

Bang!

Rodri still got to the ball first, clearing it with a header.

Seizing the opportunity to charge forward, Wang Wang Shenchao beat Fati to the ball.

Pushed it to Wu Lei near the baseline!

"Wu Lei! See if you can waste some time!"

Wu Lei, experienced as he was, chose to quickly move toward the corner flag upon receiving the ball, forcing the Spanish players to press.

Feinting while approaching the corner flag, Wu Lei finally ended up facing the flag, with three defenders right behind him.

"Damn!"

Llorente stretched out his leg trying to kick the ball out of bounds, but unexpectedly, Wu Lei blocked him firmly.

Slap!

The ball struck Llorente, rebounded, and went out over the baseline.

"Beautiful!"

"Still a corner kick for Team China!"

"Oh..."

"The pressure is huge!"

"Haha, yes."

It was now the 111th minute.

Just hold on for nine more minutes!

Hold on for nine more minutes, and everything will be a success!

Tang Ye seemed somewhat unable to run anymore, so when the second corner kick appeared, he ran over again to replace Fernando.

"Can you still make it?"

Wu Lei reached out wanting to support Tang Ye, but the latter could actually still stand firm.

"It's fine, it's fine. Just watch your position."

Giving a thumbs-up, Tang Ye moved near the corner flag to prepare.

"Just fall down!"

"Lie down and rest a bit!"