Chapter 910: Nest Dragon Roar, Asian Cup Back-to-Back Championship!

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【Everyone on your feet!!】

【Holy crap, no extra time? Nice one, GG Bao, just as expected from you.】

【Hajime Moriyasu: The Japanese team's ultimate goal is the World Cup championship.】

【Hold steady, just hold steady! Don't let them score and we win directly!】

"Wow!!!!"

Scoring directly from a corner kick is an incredibly satisfying feeling because celebrating is so convenient.

Tang Ye turned and sprinted toward the running track, planted one foot on the Mercedes-Benz advertising board, stood with his feet staggered front and back, giving the impression of performing classical Chinese martial arts.

The fans prepared themselves, shouting their slogan in unison the moment Tang Ye swung his arm.

"Emperor Armor!"

"Combine!"

"Ahh!!!!!"

"Tang Ye's goal!"

"3:2!"

"It is now the 78th minute of the second half; China has completed the comeback against Japan!"

While the commentators were shouting loudly, the Chinese team players had already surrounded Tang Ye, with Escrivá even planting a kiss right on Tang Ye's forehead.

"If Japan cannot score again in the remaining ten minutes or so, the Chinese team will become the champions of this Asian Cup!"

"The final ten minutes!"

This goal for the national football team came at a very opportune moment; Hajime Moriyasu reacted quickly and decisively used the team's remaining two substitution slots.

Japan was now behind, so there was no longer any qualification to discuss the issue of extra time!

"Referee! Mr. Referee!"

"They are delaying time; their celebration has gone over the limit!"

"They are wasting time!"

The Japanese team players were urging, with Wataru Endo even pushing the referee toward the Chinese team's position.

However, the Chinese team seemed unwilling to end the celebration of their last-gasp goal so quickly, as Tang Ye kept roaring at the stands.

The venue was already somewhat stifling hot today, and after this goal, Tang Ye's entire face was terrifyingly red, giving the impression that blood was about to burst from his veins.

"Beep!"

Yellow card: Tang Ye (CHN).

"Fuck, don't rush it."

Tang Ye walked back while talking to the referee.

"You cannot delay time any longer."

"I am not delaying time; I was just too excited."

Shrugging his hands while stepping backward: "I'm going back right now, okay?"

"Beep!"

When the match restarted, it was already the 81st minute; Hajime Moriyasu was sweating profusely, and of course, Escrivá was faring no better.

"Come on!"

"China!"

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

Hiroki Ito delivered a long pass from the backfield.

Ayase Ueda observed the situation and headed the ball back to Takumi Minamino behind him.

Takumi Minamino pulled out to the wing!

"Hey, hey, hey!"

After exchanging a greeting with his teammate, he immediately pushed a through ball forward!

Ritsu Doan took control of the ball!

"Ritsu Doan is already at the baseline; Chi Chi Zhongguo is now in a very passive position!"

"The Chinese team must be careful because they are now playing with one man down!"

"Fernando is on his way back."

Ritsu Doan still chose not to force a dribble past his defender, but instead delivered a cutback pass upon finding an opening.

He passed it to Wataru Endo in the center.

Wataru Endo feinted a shot and then laid the ball off for Takumi Minamino!

!!!

Bang!

"Ah!!!"

Watching the ball he had blasted away, Takumi Minamino's face twisted in distortion as he let out a cry of extreme anguish.

"Ganbare, eiyū! (Keep going, you are a hero)"

Hajime Moriyasu's words reached Takumi Minamino's ears, and the Japanese forward turned to look.

What he saw was not the face of coach Hajime Moriyasu, but his own various past experiences.

"Minamino, doing it this way definitely won't work; playing football requires talent, hard work alone is useless!"

"Nanno, stop persisting like this. Take the university entrance exam with me; let's go to Tokyo together!"

"Nanno, you damn fool, you must always believe in yourself! You will become a hero for all of Japan!"

"..."

Memories wound up like a clockwork mechanism; Nanno Takumi gritted his teeth.

Having already lost once at the Asian Cup four years ago, he truly could not bear to lose again!

Senior Tang Ye...

Let it all be destroyed!!!

Straightening his body once more, Nanno Takumi seemed like a different person, radiating boundless confidence.

The Chinese team possesses strength and wisdom.

But the Japanese team has dreams, courage, and hope!

"..."

"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind~!"

"How resounding is the song of victory~!"

"We sing of our dear mother~land!!"

"From now on, we march toward prosperity and strength~~!!"

"Crossing over Gaoshan!"

"Crossing over the plains!"

"..."

"Beep, beep-beep!!!"

"The match is over!"

"With a single whistle from the head referee, this match has concluded entirely!"

"With a score of 3:2, the Chinese team defeated Japan at their home ground, the Bird's Nest, successfully claiming this edition's Asian Cup title and achieving the club's first-ever back-to-back Asian Cup championships in its history!"

"The Chinese team are the champions!"

"Chinese team!"

"Waaaa!!!!"

"Woww!!"

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

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【We are the champions!】

【Witnessing history from the front row; I'm going to be on TV!】

Swish swish swish!!!

Arms spread wide, Tang Ye executed an ultra-long knee slide, shooting straight off the pitch.

"Roar——!!!"

"Damn!"

Punching the air with his right hand, Tang Ye ripped off his jersey and flung it straight into the stands.

"Awesome!"

"Vamos!"

Escrivá approached from the side and hung onto Tang Ye's back.

Tang Ye's sweat soaked Escrivá's suit, but the Spaniard didn't mind in the least.

"Campeón! (Spanish: Champion)"

"Campeón!"

Tang Ye carried Escrivá on his back as they walked back onto the field, the latter pumping his fist upward continuously.

This was one of the few championship trophies in Escrivá's career, and the first one he had won since taking charge of the Chinese national team.

Asian Cup Champion!

"Ferran!"

"Ferran!"

"Ferran!"

The fans on site chanted Escrivá's name.

Mr. Ferran is no liar!

He truly led the national football team to achieve back-to-back Asian Cup titles!

He is the true Saint Escrivá!

"Olé~~ olé olé olé~"

"Olé olé olá~~"

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

"Please, Mr. Ferran."

Pretending to be a British gentleman, Tang Ye gestured for Escrivá to step onto the podium first.

"Oh, it's all the same. Let's go together."

The Chinese team players orderly ascended the podium and shook hands separately with officials including the AFC President and the FIFA Vice President.

"You have created another impossibility!"

The speaker was the FIFA Vice President.