Chapter 872: Escriba

Wegerhorst scores!

There's no offside suspicion here—the moment he scored, Wegerhorst sprinted away.

“Roar—!!!!”

Wegerhorst is one of those easily excitable players; after scoring, his entire face turned red.

“…”

“The Netherlands score in the 74th minute—now the match stands at 2-0…”

“Damn, China’s situation isn’t good.”

Anyone can see China’s position is extremely passive—even fans and commentators with a god’s-eye view can’t find any good solutions.

Falling behind isn’t the biggest problem; the biggest problem is that China seems to have no way to break through the opponent’s goal.

“Shit!”

The camera cuts to China’s number 10—Tang Ye has his teeth clenched, his eyes slightly red.

Dongqiu Di live report: 78th minute, Wang Shenchao replaces Li Lei.

Wang Shenchao, who has performed brilliantly in this World Cup, gives China the sense they’re now fighting to the death.

“China!”

“Come on!”

“China!”

“Come on!”

“Long live Tang Ye! Long live!”

The fans closest to the pitch scream hysterically.

They want Tang Ye to know one thing: no matter the final result, the fans will always stand behind Great King GG.

【666666】

【If you score one, I’ll go naked on my Douyin livestream—come on, come on!】

【Can you score two in ten minutes? If you score two, I’ll hand in a blank paper for my next monthly exam.】

【Come on Tang Ye, if you score one, I’ll delete my advisor’s WeChat immediately—go!!!】

81st minute.

Gakpo makes a run forward, Wu Xi moves over.

Wu Lei has also returned to position!

“I’m here! I’m here!”

With teammate support, Wu Xi successfully disrupts Gakpo’s pass—the Dutch forward kicks the ball straight to Gao Zhanyi’s feet.

“Attack the right!”

That’s the coach’s voice from the sideline.

Gao Zhanyi plays a through ball to Zhang Linpeng, who starts his run forward!

“Hurry!”

Escriba sprints alongside, Zhang Linpeng’s face twisted in strain.

For a starting fullback, a full-speed sprint at the 80-minute mark is excruciating.

But this counterattack is China’s best offensive opportunity right now.

“Wow!!!”

Thwack!

Thwack!

After receiving Wu Lei’s return pass, Zhang Linpeng continues drifting wide.

Wu Lei sprints past, positioning himself at the byline to receive.

【Protected Player: Zhang Linpeng】

Zhang Linpeng lifts his head—his vision is crystal clear—he sees Tang Ye waiting in the center.

!

Thwack!

He delivers a 45-degree cross.

“Beautiful, Zhang Linpeng—perfectly accurate!”

“Tang Ye!”

“Block De Jong’s position!”

Tang Ye shields De Jong behind him, cushions the ball with his chest, and lays it off to Fernando behind.

After completing the pass, Tang Ye suddenly turns and surges forward—Fernando doesn’t hesitate, slides a precise through ball.

“Wow!!!”

Van Dijk tenses, prepares for one-on-one defense.

Tang Ye is cunning—he feints as if to trap the ball, then shoots the instant Van Dijk stops.

Thwack!

The ball slips between Van Dijk’s legs, rolling straight toward the left post.

Noorpoort’s view is blocked instantly—he has no time to react.

“Goal!”

“Goal!”

“My god! Tang Ye!”

“Tang Ye scores!”

“No issue! Absolutely no issue!”

“1-2! China pulls one back!”

“There’s a chance! Real chance!”

Tang Ye roars in the box after scoring—his teammates react fast; Wei Shihao and Fernando charge into the net immediately.

“Give it to me!”

Noorpoort holds the ball tightly; Wei Shihao reaches out to snatch it.

“Fucking hell, hand it over!”

“Fuck!”

Wei Shihao doesn’t waste words—he shoves Noorpoort with his body, then reaches into the Dutch keeper’s chest, trying to pull the ball free: “Give it! Give it to me!”

“Hey hey hey!”

“Referee!”

The keeper does release the ball—but Wei Shihao gets a yellow card for it.

“Hurry, hurry!”

Wei Shihao doesn’t care about his yellow card—he sprints with the ball toward his own half, signaling teammates to follow.

Tang Ye, having vented his emotion, quickly catches up.

“Bleep!”

“Play resumes—it’s now the 83rd minute, score is 1-2. If they’re only down by one goal, I still think China has a real chance.”

“Tang Ye’s run and goal came at the perfect moment!”

“China—attack down the left!”

Their momentum has more than doubled—substitute Wang Shenchao bursts forward on the flank.

He passes to Fernando.

He pauses, adjusts, then moves toward Tang Ye.

“Wow!!!”

“Amazing! Amazing!”

“Take him down, Tang Ye! Take him down!”

Fernando doesn’t pass immediately—he waits for Tang Ye to move toward him.

When Tang Ye shifts to his left, Fernando slides a precise through ball.

The ball lands at Tang Ye’s feet.

“Here!”

Wei Shihao calls for the ball at the byline; Tang Ye drives toward him.

Defending Demyer drops back—Tang Ye and the Dutch fullback tangle together.

He passes back to Zhang Xizhe.

Once Tang Ye breaks free from marking, Zhang Xizhe returns the ball.

!

Demyer sees the opening—he accelerates, trying to get to the ball before Tang Ye.

It’s a race of acceleration—and Tang Ye is clearly no match for Demyer.

Thud!

Demyer’s body deflects the ball; Tang Ye, unaware of what happened, collapses to the ground, clutching his calf in pain.

“Bleep!”

"Hey, that's a foul!"

The field instantly descended into chaos.

"Dunfermline must have stepped on Tang Ye’s foot with his studs—that’s a yellow-card offense."

"But Dunfermline already has one yellow card; if he already has one, the referee might go easier..."

"Yellow card!"

"Dunfermline’s foul!"

"Dunfermline is being sent off!"

The referee Raos first showed the yellow card, holding it in his hand, then pulled out a red card from his pocket.

redcard: Dunfermline (NL).

"Beeeeep!!!"

"Booo!!!!!"

The news of the red card eased Tang Ye’s pain. The Chinese captain knelt on the grass, clenched his right fist, and angrily pounded the turf, shifting the pain from his left foot to his hand, then stood up immediately.

"..."

The team doctor held the first-aid kit and looked at Escrivá beside him.

"...Go back."

With Dunfermline sent off, the remaining time was incredibly precious for the Chinese team.

Tang Ye knew this best—he did not want the doctor coming onto the field.

"You okay?"

Wei Shihao slapped Tang Ye’s back: "Come on, come on."

Tang Ye’s foot still hurt badly, and he harbored deep hatred toward Dunfermline for stepping on him.