"Beautiful!"
"1–0!"
"Li Jinyu scored the Chinese team's first goal of the match, and his first goal of this East Asian Cup!"
In the studio, the commentators were all fired up after seeing Li Jinyu's goal.
The National Football Team's widespread suspensions and the Japan team's fierce early assault had left them, like many fans, worried for the National Football Team.
But the National Football Team had withstood the pressure. Not only had they not conceded, they had instead seized the opportunity presented by their opponents' lax defending to score first.
Of course, with plenty of time still remaining, it was too early to say that the National Football Team would definitely defeat their opponents.
But having taken the lead, the National Football Team had undoubtedly seized the initiative in the match.
As for how they would play next, that depended on the Head Coach's tactical arrangement!
On the pitch, after scoring, Li Jinyu sprinted wildly along the field while pointing toward Lin Feng, signaling for him to come celebrate with him.
Li Jinyu had scored not only because of his excellent movement and ability to seize the opportunity; the greatest credit belonged to Lin Feng's pass.
Without Lin Feng's nutmeg pass, Li Jinyu's movement would have been useless no matter how good it was.
Seeing Li Jinyu point at him, Lin Feng jogged over and high-fived and embraced him.
"Brother Li, that was a great shot!"
Li Jinyu smiled. "It was a great pass!"
After saying that, the two burst into laughter. Everything that needed to be said had been said without words.
By the sidelines, Zhu Guanghu's smile was brighter than anyone else's.
He had thought this match would be difficult, and had even prepared himself for a draw or perhaps even a loss.
Yet these National Football