Chapter 909: 10vs11

The second half has begun!

Although China scored first in this match, they are currently trailing.

Yes, Escrivá should make some adjustments—China has made two substitutions!

[Come on, come on!]

[666666!]

[Hold on! We can’t lose the final! Tang the King, when will you step up!]

[Sannbo really wasn’t lying—Japan is playing so well. So please, Coach Escrivá, stop misleading us—we’re here to win back-to-back titles.]

The situation is slightly unfavorable, but still under control.

China’s offensive capability is clearly stronger than Japan’s; turning the tide isn’t difficult!

“…”

“Wu Lei is drifting wide on the right flank—this is a good opportunity.”

“But we still need to watch Chi Zhongguo’s pass!”

“Chi Zhongguo passes it over!”

“To Wu Lei!”

“Beautiful!”

Wu Lei made a run forward the instant Chi Zhongguo struck the ball and seized possession.

But as Wu Lei prepared to cut inside, his foot slipped suddenly: “Fuck!”

Thud!

Wu Lei fell to the ground, and Japan regained possession.

There must’ve been too much water on the pitch at halftime!

King Wu!

Falling once during an attack isn’t critical—it’s just one missed chance.

But China is already trailing, and Wu Lei’s fall gives fans the impression that the national team is off-form today.

Some naturally pessimistic fans are already utterly defeated.

“Wu Lei, get up already, damn it!”

“Come on, China! Come on, come on!”

Dongqiu Di real-time report: 52nd minute, Tang Ye’s corner kick finds Zhang Yuning, whose header is saved by Suzuki Ayane.

Suzuki Ayane, having made the crucial save, juts out his large ass, fully prepared for anything.

"Full time!" shouted Kuroda.

“…”

“Ito Yohki, play it to Maeda Daisuke first.”

“Japan is playing very calmly—no rush at all.”

“Wu Lei is drifting wide, but Maeda Daisuke immediately shifts the ball to the weak side.”

“The ball is with Doi Ritsu!”

As soon as Doi Ritsu receives the ball, Endo Kōta immediately surges forward down the center and reaches out for the pass.

!!!

Sensing danger, Wang Shenchao dives in and tackles Doi Ritsu, dispossessing him completely.

“Oh!!!!!!”

“Foul! Foul! (in Japanese)”

Japanese players suddenly erupt in excitement; Tang Ye realizes something’s wrong and sprints over to defend Wang Shenchao.

“Referee, hold on, listen to me, listen!”

“Beep!”

The referee first raises a yellow card above his head, then retracts it and produces a red card.

“Oh!!!!!!!!!”

“Beep-beep-beep-beep!!!”

“Fuck, Wang Shenchao, what the hell are you doing?!”

Red card: Wang Shenchao (CHN).

Seeing the red card in the referee’s hand, Wang Shenchao stands frozen, face ashen, unable to accept what’s happening.

“This… Wang Shenchao already had a yellow card in the first half—did he forget?”

“Too hasty! This was completely unnecessary…”

The commentator has no words left.

Receiving a red card now—any idiot knows what’s coming next.

As soon as the whistle blew, Japanese fans in the stands erupted in celebration!

“I…”

Wang Shenchao is at a loss; Tang Ye knows the situation is beyond repair and pushes his teammate toward the tunnel: “It’s okay, it’s okay, there’s nothing we can do now. Just go.”

“…”

Wang Shenchao lowers his head, taps hands with Escrivá, and walks into the player tunnel.

He now understands one truth clearly: if they lose this match, he may never recover from it in his lifetime.

“Honestly, I think Wang Shenchao’s performance in this Asian Cup has been excellent. Even last year’s World Cup—he was absolutely stunning.”

“But today, in the final… sigh.”

“Beep!”

The match resumes—China now plays with one fewer player due to Wang Shenchao’s red card.

10vs11!

Playing with one man down and trailing by one goal—China is doing what they love best: stacking the debuffs.

“Hold on! Hold on—we can still win!”

Sanbo is encouraging his Japanese players.

Due to Wang Shenchao’s red card, Japan has made an immediate tactical adjustment.

Originally, Sanbo planned to press hard and prevent China from executing their favored attacks.

But now that the opponent is down to ten men, all they need to do is hold their defensive shape to win.

Maintain the 2-1 scoreline, and then…

Become the champions of this year’s Asian Cup!

…

Japan 2:1 Leading China

Wang Shenchao Red Carded, China Down to Ten Men

Can Japan Stop China’s Asian Cup Two-Peat?

China Loses Final at Bird’s Nest

“…”

“Come on, come on, quick!”

“Pass it!”

Facing Tang Ye’s call for the ball, Zhang Linpeng hesitates until Kubo Takeru clears it away.

“Fuck, just give it to me!”

Tang Ye snaps at Zhang Linpeng: “What are you waiting for? Be decisive—we don’t have many chances left!”

“…”

“Phew… fuck!”

As the clock hits the 60th minute, Tang Ye is growing desperate.

Tang Ye’s emotions directly affect Chinese fans, making them feel utterly cornered.

Is it really possible that Takizawa Rola and Momonogi Kana are suppressing Tang Ye?

The time pause isn’t staged at all!

“Tang Ye receives the ball.”

“Drifting left… Japan’s defenders are paying extreme attention to Tang Ye!”

“But look—oh, beautiful!”

“A combination between Tang Ye and Wu Xi!”

Receiving Wu Xi’s through ball, Tang Ye unleashes his top speed, sprinting straight to the edge of the penalty area.

“Look at Tang-san! Look at Tang-san!”

“ty!”

“Look left! (in Japanese)”

Japan’s defenders are fully focused; Zhang Yuning and Wu Lei are immediately marked.

They won’t give Tang Ye any opening!

Itakura Kō places his hand on Tang Ye’s shoulder.

“Fuck!”

Tang Ye shrugged off Kurokura's hand and seized the opportunity to dribble into the penalty area.

“Look at Tang-san! Tang-san!”

Snap!

Pass to Zhang Yuning!

Zhang Yuning shielded a defender with his back, then used the inside of his foot to lay the ball off.

“Wow!!!”

Boom!

He unleashed a powerful shot that found the top corner.

“Goal!!!”

“Goal!”

“2-2! China equalizes!”

“Was it offside? Let’s check if it was offside!”

The referee did not blow the whistle immediately but waited for the video assistant’s advice.

【var】

“Hss…”

The replay screen appeared; He Wei dared not breathe loudly.

“Tang Ye, first pass to Zhang Yuning.”

“Then… no offside!”

“Tomiyasu has half a foot in front of Tang Ye!”

“No offside!”

“Goal! 2-2!”

“China equalizes!”

“Wow!!!”

The sudden surprise stirred the entire Bird’s Nest to life.

“Awesome!”