Chapter 872: Escrivá's Kneel

Weghorst scores!

There was no hint of offside on this goal; the moment he scored, Weghorst sprinted away.

"ROAAAR—!!!!"

Weghorst was the type of player who got emotional easily; after scoring for his team, his entire face turned red.

"..."

"... A goal for the Netherlands in the 74th minute, which means the match score is now 2-0..."

"Tsk, the Chinese team's situation isn't looking good right now."

Anyone with eyes could see that the national team was in an extremely passive position; even fans and commentators with a god's-eye view couldn't find any good solution.

Falling behind wasn't even the biggest problem; the biggest problem was that the national team seemed unable to find a way to breach the opponent's goal.

"Damn it!"

The camera cut to China's number 10 on the pitch; Tang Ye gritted his teeth together, his eyes slightly red.

Dongqiu Di live match report: In the 78th minute, Wang Wang Shenchao came on as a substitute to replace Li Lei.

Wang Wang Shenchao, who had performed excellently in this World Cup, signaled that the Chinese team was now ready to stake everything on one final gamble.

"China!"

"Let's go!"

"China!"

"Let's go!"

"Long live Tang Ye! Long live!"

The fans closest to the stadium screamed hysterically.

They wanted to make one thing crystal clear to Tang Ye: no matter the final result, the fans would always stand behind King GG.

【666666】

【If we score one, I'll streak live on Douyin. Go, go, go!】

【Can we score two goals in ten minutes? If we score two in ten, I'll hand in a blank paper for next month's exam.】

【Go Tang Ye, if you score a goal I'll delete my counselor's WeChat immediately. Charge!!!】

The 81st minute.

Gakpo made a forward run; Wu Xi moved over to mark him.

Wu Lei, tracking back to defend, was already in position!

"I got him, I got him!"

With his teammates' coordination, Wu Xi successfully disrupted Gakpo's pass, and the Dutch striker kicked the ball straight to Gao Gao Zhunyi's feet.

"Hit the right side!"

The coach's voice came from the sidelines.

Gao Gao Zhunyi played a through ball to Zhang Zhang Linpeng, and Zhang Zhang Linpeng began his forward run!

"Faster!"

Escrivá ran alongside him; Zhang Zhang Linpeng's face was contorted with effort.

For a full-back who had started the match, an all-out sprint at the 80-plus-minute mark was indeed extremely painful.

But the counter-attack was currently the best offensive opportunity the Chinese team could seize.

"Wow!!!"

Smack!

Smack!

Receiving Wu Lei's layoff, Zhang Zhang Linpeng continued pulling out toward the wing.

Wu Lei ran forward from ahead, positioning himself near the baseline, ready to provide support.

【Protected Person: Zhang Zhang Linpeng】

Looking up, Zhang Zhang Linpeng felt his vision was incredibly clear; he saw Tang Ye positioning himself in the center.

!

Smack!

He delivered a precise 45-degree cross.

"Beautiful, Zhang Zhang Linpeng, that was perfectly placed!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Block De Jong's position!"

Tang Ye pinned De Jong behind him, controlled the ball with his chest, and laid it off to Fernandinho behind him.

After completing the layoff, Tang Ye suddenly turned and made a forward run; Fernandinho dared not hesitate, gently pushing a through ball forward.

"Wow!!!"

Van Dijk tensed up, preparing for a one-on-one defense.

Tang Ye was extremely crafty; before taking the ball, he feinted as if he were going to stop it dead, then shot the instant Van Dijk came to a sudden halt.

Smack!

The ball slipped between Van Dijk's legs and rolled straight toward the left post.

Noppert's line of sight was blocked at the critical moment, so there was no way he could make a save in time.

"Goal!"

"Goal!"

"Oh my god! Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye's goal!"

"There's no problem with this goal! Absolutely no problem!"

"1:2! China has pulled one back!"

"There's a chance, there really is a chance!"

Having scored, Tang Ye roared right there in the penalty area; his teammates reacted quickly, with Wei Wei Shihao and Fernandinho rushing into the goal immediately.

"Give it to me!"

Noppert hugged the ball and refused to move, so Wei Wei Shihao reached out directly to snatch it.

"Damn it, hand it over!"

"Fuck!"

Wei Wei Shihao didn't bother talking; he shoved Noppert with his body, then reached into the Dutch goalkeeper's arms, trying to pry the ball loose: "Hand it over, give it to me!"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"Referee!"

The goalkeeper did release the ball, but Wei Wei Shihao received a yellow card for his actions.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Wei Wei Shihao seemed unconcerned about the yellow card on his record; clutching the ball, he ran toward his own half, signaling for his teammates to follow.

Having vented his emotions, Tang Ye quickly followed suit.

"Beep!"

"The match resumes; it is now the 83rd minute of the full game. The current score is 1:2. If they are only down by one goal, I think the Chinese national team still has a certain chance."

"Tang Ye's forward-run goal came at a very crucial moment!"

"For China, attack down the left flank!"

Their momentum more than doubled; Wang Wang Shenchao, who had come on as a substitute, quickly surged forward on the wing.

He passed to Fernandinho.

After a brief pause to adjust his body, he began moving toward Tang Ye.

"Wow!!!"

"Awesome! Awesome!"

"Get him, Tang Ye! Get him!"

Fernandinho didn't pass immediately; instead, he waited for Tang Ye to actively move toward him.

Once Tang Ye shifted to his left, Fernandinho played a through ball.

Possession went to Tang Ye's feet.

"Over here!"

Wei Wei Shihao called for the ball near the baseline, and Tang Ye dribbled forward under pressure.

Dumfries, dropping back to defend, lost his position, and Tang Ye became directly entangled with this Dutch full-back.

Pass back to Zhang Zhang Xizhe.

Once Tang Ye broke free from the tight marking, Zhang Zhang Xizhe returned the ball.

!

Seeing an opportunity, Dumfries accelerated straight in, trying to reach the ball a split second before Tang Ye.

This was a contest of acceleration, and Tang Ye was clearly no match for Dumfries.

Bang!

Dumfries's body blocked the ball; nearby, Tang Ye, unsure of what had happened, fell straight to the ground, clutching his lower leg in agony.

"Beep!"

"Hey, that's a foul!"

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

"Dumfries must have stepped on Tang Ye's foot, studs up. That's a yellow-card offense."

"However, Dumfries already has one yellow card; if he already has a yellow, the referee's decision might be more lenient..."

"Yellow card!"

"A foul by Dumfries!"

"Dumfries is going to be sent off!"

First showing the yellow card and holding it in his hand, the main referee Lahoz then pulled a red card from his pocket.

Red card: Dumfries (NL).

"Beep beep beep!!!"

"Booooo!!!!"

The news of the red card alleviated Tang Ye's pain; the Chinese team captain knelt on the grass, clenched his right fist, and angrily pounded the turf, transferring the pain from his left foot to his hand, before standing up directly.

"..."

The team doctor, holding the first-aid kit, looked at Escrivá beside him.

"... Go back."

With Dumfries sent off on a red card, the remaining time was far too precious for the Chinese team.

Tang Ye knew this best; he had no intention of letting the medical staff enter the field.

"Are you okay?"

Wei Wei Shihao patted Tang Ye's body: "Keep going, keep going."

In truth, Tang Ye's foot still hurt intensely, and he harbored immense hatred toward Dumfries, who had stepped on him.