"Rodri, uh, this..."
The commentators no longer knew what to say.
Good thing it was only a friendly. Otherwise, Rodri would probably have found himself caught up in some kind of media storm. That would have been truly awful.
"What are you doing, Rod!"
Tang Ye spread his hands at Rodri.
He had only realized what was happening when he saw Rodri standing there without moving.
He punched Rodri in the chest. "You're not on my team. You just conceded a goal!"
"Fuck!"
"Can you guys figure out who you're playing for?"
Ousmane Dembélé ran over.
Tang Ye and Rodri, those two idiots, along with Haller and de Jong—none of the four knew who they were playing for.
Dembélé looked a little slow, but the French striker was actually the clearest-headed one at that moment.
"You're all so dumb! Hahaha!"
"Hey, hey, Osman, that's normal. I only made one mistake."
Tang Ye raised his right index finger, stressing that he had already learned from his failure.
"It's 2:2!"
"Rodri's celebration... yeah, he really didn't react in time."
"Actually, if we think about Rodri's celebration, it's understandable. After all, Rodri had been teammates with Tang Ye since 2016, and Tang Ye just happened to be wearing a red shirt today. It really couldn't be helped if he didn't react in time..."
They said that if one person made a mistake, it was that person's problem. But if a lot of people made the same mistake, then the problem was with the match arrangements.
China national football team were playing Manchester United, and as the home side, China national football team were the ones wearing red.
Who knew whether the organizers had considered that factor when arranging this friendly.
Players from both sides had completely lost their heads, turning a friendly into