"Come on! Haha!"
Tang Ye led his teammates running toward the stands.
Brazenly, he started dancing right in the Vietnam fans' faces.
He wasn't a professional dancer, but Tang Ye's moves had a strong rhythm to them.
Maybe that was talent!
"Awesome!"
Wu Lei jumped onto Tang Ye's back. Tang Ye happened to turn around at that moment, leaving Wu Lei hanging from him.
Tang Ye carried Wu Lei to the very bottom of the stands and pretended he was about to throw him into the home supporters' section.
"Hey, holy shit!"
Fortunately, Wu Lei reacted quickly and jumped down first, foiling Tang Ye's plan.
"Haha!"
[Awesome, awesome!]
[How did it become 2:0 while I was in the bathroom? Vietnam really isn't good enough. Should've bet on a high-scoring game.]
[You still want to bet on lots of goals? Once Tang Ye gets carried away and starts messing around, you'll learn your lesson.]
[66666]
[Are we really going to qualify for the World Cup early? Why is Oman's match tomorrow? We still have to wait.]
Some China national football team fans on Dongqiudi were far too impatient. Seeing the team lead 2:0, they were already thinking about going to Qatar for the World Cup.
But it was true.
Manchester United had run into some difficulties at the start of 2022 and were not in a particularly good situation.
China, on the other hand, were having a very comfortable time. Their first match of 2022 was against the bottom team in Group B. It could hardly have been easier.
Standing before the cameraman's lens, Tang Ye let out a roar.
"Roar—!!!"
"Xuuu!!!"
"Beep beep beep!!!"
Water bottles were quickly thrown down from the stands.
This happened in stadiums almost everywhere, and Vietnam was no exception.
Sensing danger from the side, Tang