"Alright, the match is over!"
"Oh, the final score is 2-2. Honestly, this was a really difficult match for the China national football team!"
"Mm, yes. I actually think the China national football team played quite well today. The main problem was the first half—they seemed not to have expected Japan to play this way, and that certainly caused them some trouble."
"Haha, but they still managed to take a point away from home!"
"Beep beep beep beep!!!!"
"Xuuu!!!"
"Beep beep beep beep!"
The stands were filled with disgruntled Japanese fans.
Despite the 2-2 scoreline, Japan had been leading at halftime, so their fans were in a terrible mood now.
They had expected three points.
But in the end, they had only gotten one!
"Brother Ning!"
Tang Ye hugged Zhang Yuning.
"That last chance was such a shame, damn it. If it had gone in, we would've turned it around."
Zhang Yuning was still regretting his second one-on-one opportunity.
If he had been a little faster, he definitely would have converted it!
"It's all the same!"
Tang Ye gave his teammate a hard pat on the back.
Coming back from 0-2 to 2-2 was already far from easy. The gap in strength was right there, so they absolutely could not get greedy.
"China!"
Bang bang!
"China!"
Bang bang bang!
Cheers rose from the away section.
From the camera footage, there were even a few European faces among them.
These fans were devoted supporters of Tang Ye. Some had even flown over from England specifically to watch the match.
They had originally only come to support Tang Ye, but the Japanese striker's bowing celebration had thoroughly enraged this group of Manchester United and Borussia Dortmund fans. They decisively took the China national football team's side.
Tang Ye raised his right hand