[666666]
[It's in the bag, brothers. I told you the Japs couldn't cut it, didn't we kill this game right away? GGBond's corners are no joke.]
[Don't jinx it. I feel like Takumi Minamino is about to explode.]
[Explode my ass. Minamino's only been slightly better than Wei Shihao. Still doesn't look good.]
[Looking down on Brother Hao? My Brother Hao played in the Eredivisie.]
[Can Japan please stop attacking? They can't get anything going anyway.]
The comments section was full of trash talk, but the Chinese fans actually watching the live broadcast were all extremely nervous.
Although Japan had yet to build any momentum, that did not mean they could underestimate the strength of Group B's second-place team.
Better safe than sorry!
From that perspective, Escribá really was a highly suitable coach for the China national football team.
You could not say Escribá was the strongest coach, but you could say he was the steadiest helmsman.
He might not sail fast, but capsizing would not come easily either.
The 75th minute of the second half!
Japan had a Direct Free Kick opportunity, and Morita Hidemasa was surveying the field.
"Careful, careful!"
Tang Ye gave Yan Junling a thumbs-up, emphasizing the stage of the match. "Last fifteen minutes. Keep it up!"
With fifteen minutes left, if they could win this match, the China national football team would secure first place in Group B!
"Actually, I don't think a free kick is necessarily a good opportunity for Japan, because so far, we haven't seen any player on the Japanese side whose free-kick form has been on point."
Smack!
Morita Hidemasa sent a grounded through ball forward.
It was not aimed into the penalty area, but out wide to Junya Ito.
It was a set-piece routine!
"Push up!"
Tang Ye shoved Zhang