Chapter 887: The First World Cup Medal in History for an Asian Team

"The match is over!"

"The match is over!"

"4:3! After 93 minutes of play, Team China ultimately defeated Portugal with a score of 4:3, securing their first-ever third-place final victory in team history! This also means Team China will become the first Asian team in history to win a World Cup bronze medal!"

"It happens today!"

"Let us congratulate Team China!"

The moment the whistle blew, the Chinese national team players on the bench sprinted out.

Escrivá finally stood up as well.

"Vamos!"

"Vamos!"

Boom!

Running out from both sides, the Chinese team players collided as Escrivá and Martí crashed into each other: "We won, we won, haha, vamos!"

"We won! Vamos!"

"Haha, Ferran, calm down, Ferran!"

Hurt somewhat by Escrivá's actions, Martí forcefully pushed the head coach away: "I know, I know we won."

"Vamos!"

Before Martí could finish speaking, Escrivá roared another shout into the assistant coach's ear.

"Okay, okay, I get it! But—"

"Next time, could you please not kneel on the pitch? It's embarrassing for me when you do that!"

"What do you expect me to do?"

"Haha, we won!"

Whether due to the excessive noise at the scene or not, Escrivá seemed to have completely missed Martí's complaint just now; he let out another "Vamos," and only after shouting did he finally run off.

"..."

"Fine then."

Martí flung his hands out: "Then you kneel there yourself; it has nothing to do with me."

Seeing Escrivá about to reunite with the players and fearing exclusion from the celebration circle, Martí hurriedly accelerated to catch up: "Hey, wait for me! Damn!"

Dongqiu Di pinned post: 4:3! Wu Lei scores a last-minute blasting winner; the national team defeats Portugal in the third-place final to claim the Qatar World Cup bronze medal!

【Awesome!】

【6666】

【This moment, ah, this moment is witnessing history again; actually, I sensed long ago that the national team could beat Portugal.】

Cold fact: In this World Cup, the national team lost only to France; I feel that if France didn't have Dembélé, they might not have been able to comfortably beat China either?

【Medals, medals! Haters, speak up!!!】

On the field, the Chinese team players were sprinting rapidly.

Everyone's running posture was remarkably uniform, all with arms fully spread out, as if this manner best vented the psychological emotions after winning.

Feng Feng Xiaoting and Wu Xi had already shed their tears.

Both players were veterans of the Chinese team, and this was most likely their final World Cup.

The only chance in their lives to win a World Cup medal, they had seized it!

As for Cristiano Ronaldo, he looked somewhat distressed; in the footage, two bulges appeared on his cheeks, likely caused by clenching his upper and lower teeth together forcefully. Besides that, his eye sockets were red; although no obvious tears flowed, judging by this expression, one could roughly sense the pain the Portuguese captain was enduring.

Bruno Fernandes stood with hands on hips, staring blankly at the staff arranging the award podium in the center of the pitch.

"..."

Tang Ye noticed this situation and thus walked over toward Bruno Fernandes and Cristiano Ronaldo.

Bruno Fernandes showed little expression, but Cristiano Ronaldo, seemingly noticing Tang Ye approaching him, decisively pretended not to see, turned around, and headed straight into the player tunnel.

Alright then.

Tang Ye could only feel helpless; Cristiano's desire to win was truly too exaggerated, causing him to display extreme resistance toward everything after losing a match.

"Bruno."

Tang Ye embraced Bruno Fernandes.

"Congratulations."

Bruno Fernandes patted Tang Ye's back: "You played very well."

"Thank you."

"..."

The two stood face to face, suddenly falling silent.

"... I'll head back to Carrington first. Hmm, congratulations to you all!"

Bruno Fernandes and Tang Ye embraced once more.

"See you at Carrington!"

This was the only suitable remark Tang Ye could think of.

【FIFA World Cup Qatar】

【2022】

【Third Place: China】

"Mr."

Tang Ye and Escrivá embraced, then took a step back.

"Hmm?"

Escrivá spread his hands, while Tang Ye pointed at the steps of the podium: "You first."

"Haha, okay, okay, thanks!"

Escrivá jokingly bowed slightly to Tang Ye, then walked toward the podium, with Tang Ye following closely behind.

FIFA President Infantino had long been ready on the award stage, placing the medals belonging to them around the necks of the Chinese team players who ascended the podium.

"China Media Group! Dear audience friends, as you can see, the third-place award ceremony for the 2022 Qatar World Cup is currently underway. After more than 90 minutes of fierce battle, the Chinese team ultimately defeated Portugal."

"Indeed, it was a very wonderful match."

"Yes, one could say the Chinese team nearly had no chance, because looking at Portugal, they actually played not poorly at all."

"Haha, of course, we still stood firm until the end."

"Let us congratulate the Chinese team!"

【6666】

【666666】

【I have a premonition, brothers, Tang Tang Qiuwang is going to appear in my monthly exam paper next week; I estimate next year's college entrance physics exam will also have my Tang Tang Qiuwang—force analysis!】

The danmu was full of "666" and "awesome"; the more than 20 Chinese team players plus the coaching staff had already found suitable positions on the podium.

Wu Lei grabbed his medal with one hand and shouted Tang Ye's name.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Damn, don't zone out at a time like this; we're counting down 3-2-1!"

"Oh, right, haha. I've got it!"

Tang Ye shook his body and stood with Feng Feng Xiaoting in the very center of the front row.

"Three!"