[What the fuck, Matthias Sammer]
[No, what the hell is this???]
[It may be a draw, but I still have to say it: FIFA can go to hell]
[Argentina + Germany... 66666. It's over, brothers. You really had to crank up the difficulty for King Tang, huh? FIFA is disgusting]
DONGQIUDI's comment section was filled with question marks.
Not just Dongqiudi—Weibo and Tieba had already exploded.
#China national football team World Cup group draw-related topics surged twenty spots, shooting directly into the top three.
Argentina + Germany + China.
This group...
Well, unless an even more shocking draw result came later, Group C would most likely be the "group of death" of this World Cup.
"This..."
"Gasp... This draw result, well, ahem. This result may not be very favorable for the China national football team..."
"Uh, I don't think we can call it merely unfavorable. It's not favorable at all."
"But it's still too early to draw conclusions. Let's wait and see the fourth team in Group C."
CCTV's two commentators were a little awkward.
As professional commentators, they had naturally prepared scripts before the broadcast began.
They had envisioned plenty of bad draw outcomes, and the two commentators had prepared appropriate remarks for all of them.
But Argentina + Germany was a little too absurd. Zhan Jun had not even written the word "Germany" in his paper notes.
He had never imagined that the China national football team would face Germany in the World Cup group stage for two consecutive tournaments!
"..."
The cameras at the venue never left Escribá's head.
The instant he saw "CHINA" on the slip of paper, the China national football team manager's face turned green.
The Spaniard pressed his lips together, wrinkles bunching at the sides of his cheeks, his eyes unblinking for a