The original 2–4 had become 3–4. Dongqiudi's poster was flooded with "666" comments, making for a spectacular sight.
The fans' first reaction was:
They were going to turn it around!
"Come on!"
"Come on, Tang Ye!"
"Holy shit, come on!"
"King Wu!"
Though he did not celebrate, Wu Lei's expression was terrifyingly stern. His brace had pushed his emotions to their peak.
On top of that, GG Master's "world's best striker" hypnosis had made Wu Lei's fighting spirit unbelievably strong!
"Quick, quick!"
Zhang Yuning quickly dealt with the ball and placed it at the center circle.
The next kick-off was underway!
"Well... if that's the case, I think the China national football team still has a chance."
"Yes." The other commentator agreed. "As we know, a draw in this match would be as good as a win for the China national football team, because a draw would secure their qualification for the World Cup."
"Hiss..."
After exchanging a few words, CCTV's two commentators suddenly fell silent.
In truth, commentators and fans shared very similar mindsets when watching national team matches.
The fans were so nervous their hearts pounded, leaving them speechless.
The commentators at work were no different!
Back to the match. Ever since the score changed to 3–4, Renard had not sat down once. He was even more agitated than Escribá had been in the first half.
"Be careful! Keep it steady through the middle when attacking!"
Renard finally compromised.
After several dozen minutes of continuous high-intensity attacks, many Saudi Arabian players were now struggling physically.
Escribá had seized precisely this opportunity, directly having Tang Ye drop back and launch long-ball counterattacks from deep.
Having been countered by the China national football team, Saudi Arabia also needed to make adjustments. They reduced risky forward passes, indirectly cutting down Tang