It was 6:43 a.m. Beijing time.
Across the vast land of China, some places had already welcomed the rising sun, while others were still waiting for dawn.
Countless Chinese citizens were immersed in the most blissful sleep of the early morning, while countless fans were still keeping vigil in front of live broadcasts on their televisions.
Suddenly, a furious roar from the commentator broadcasting on the capital's Sports Channel shattered the tranquility of the nation's morning.
"Yang Yang! Great Yang Yang!! He scored!!!!"
"Remember today! All Chinese fans, you must remember this moment! At 6:43 a.m. Beijing time on July 6, in the 118th minute of China's World Cup quarterfinal, Yang Yang scored a decisive goal to eliminate the powerful Sea Coachmen, the Netherlands, and advance to the World Cup semifinals!"
"This was a magnificent goal! A goal that would go down in history! And it was scored by a player whose name all of us Chinese would remember forever and ever. You must remember his name!"
"His name is... Yang... Yang!"
By the end of his roar, the famous commentator's voice had choked with emotion. Everyone could even hear the tremor in it.
He had definitely been crying!
It was a dreamlike moment, but it was also a moment when all their suffering had finally paid off!
In the match that had just ended, a grueling 120-minute battle, China had suffered terribly.
From the very start, China had been pinned down by the Netherlands, with practically no ability to withstand or retaliate. Their possession throughout the match had been only twenty percent. It could practically be called a battle between an adult and a child.
Yet despite such a vast disparity in strength, China had still gritted its teeth and held on desperately, blocking Dutch attacks time and time