Wei Shihao's Red Card, China National Football Team's Third Straight Win in the AFC Asian Cup Qualifiers!

Beep!

The referee finally took action.

Yellow Card: Kanno, Wei Shihao.

Although the China national football team had been the side fouled, Wei Shihao had to pay a price for insulting the referee.

"Tsk."

Wei Shihao gave a cold laugh and walked away with a flick of his hand, his displeasure with the referee written all over his face.

The Chinese fans in the stands did not go easy on Tantashev either.

"Referee!"

"Idiot!"

"Referee!"

"Idiot!"

[Brother Hao is pissed]

[How could he not be? If you don't curse at this referee a couple of times, he won't know to pull out his cards]

[Saudi Arabia's number 23 can get the hell out of China. Is that how you play football?]

[They're playing so dirty...]

Saudi Arabia were playing somewhat dirty—worse even than the United Arab Emirates in the first round.

Chinese fans were extremely sensitive about this sort of thing.

Not because they had bad tempers, but because the opponent's style of play would ultimately show itself through Tang Ye.

If Tang Ye hit the ground fewer than five times in a match, that was normal and acceptable.

If it was more than five times, it meant Tang Ye had been specifically targeted on the pitch—in other words, the opponents were playing dirty.

And today!

By the 60th minute alone, Tang Ye had already been taken down eight times!

"Xuuu!!!"

"Xuuu!!!"

Whenever a Saudi player got the ball, boos rang out across the stadium.

Escribá on the bench was also dissatisfied with the Saudi players, but constrained by his status as head coach, he could not curse them outright like the fans did.

Bang!

Zhang Xizhe was brought down as soon as he came on.

Saudi Arabia had committed a foul, and Tang Ye seized the chance