Pepsi reminds you: China vs. Argentina, the marquee Group C clash of the World Cup on November 22. Tang Ye and Lionel Messi face off head-to-head.
Argentina had the home dressing room for the first Group C match, but Pepsi had paid close attention to the details. In the ads placed in China, they put "China" and "Tang Ye" first, making it: China vs. Argentina.
But in advertisements in other countries, Argentina, the nominal home side, was still listed ahead of China.
Of course, these little details did not matter much, at least not to Pepsi. They were one of the few companies to have signed both Tang Ye and Messi, making them the outright winners of this World Cup group stage.
With the match set for the 22nd, the China national football team held their stadium familiarization and warm-up session at Lusail Stadium on the 20th.
China had actually been pretty lucky. Their first match had been arranged at the biggest football stadium in all of Qatar, which was also the venue for this World Cup final.
"Eighty thousand seats... That makes this place about the same as Manchester United's stadium, Old Trafford."
Zhang Xizhe sighed. "I've never played at Old Trafford."
"Not even close."
Tang Ye said.
"Not even close? Aren't they both eighty thousand seats? Uh... this place might have a few more, but it's not up to ninety thousand."
"No, didn't you notice how new this stadium is? Old Trafford isn't this new."
"Ha ha!"
Everyone had thought Tang Ye was about to defend Old Trafford, but instead, he had unusually taken Qatar's side.
"Come on, King Tang, why are you betraying us?"
Zhang Yuning slung an arm around Tang Ye's shoulders.
"How the hell is that betrayal? I'm just telling the truth. This stadium