[?????]
[What the fuck?]
[I stayed up late last night. Am I hallucinating today, brothers? Should I go back to bed and sleep again? Even the score looks backwards.]
[This is insane. What the hell is Argentina doing?]
[This is the group of death, this is the China national football team, this is the king of football, this is Thunder Yatales!]
Click, click!
The flashes from the reporters in front of him were everywhere, making it hard for Tang Ye to keep his eyes open.
"Holy shit, that's awesome!"
His teammates rushed up from behind and leaped onto him.
"Haha!"
"We're ahead, ahead!!!"
Zhang Yuning shouted at him. Tang Ye stressed the score to his teammates: "2-1! 2-1!"
"Oh my... haha!"
"This really was unexpected!"
The commentators, silent for so long, finally came back to their senses and knew it was time to praise the great Yatales.
"Argentina's backline defense has had some very serious problems. China has already seized their chances twice in a row."
"Yes, it's New Year already, haha."
Dongqiudi Live Report: Tang Ye scored with an outrageous 67-meter lob, and the China national football team came from behind to lead Argentina 2-1.
No. 1: China vs. Argentina.
No. 2: China 1-1 Argentina.
No. 3: China takes the lead.
No. 4: Tang Ye's lob.
"Beep, beep beep—!!!"
The first half ended, and the camera focused on Lionel Messi.
The Argentina captain stood with his hands on his hips, head lowered.
Through the director's clever camera work, Messi looked slightly hunched over and utterly dejected.
What could the Argentina captain be thinking in the face of this 1-2 scoreline?
Well... probably the same thing Scaloni was thinking.
With the 45-minute first half over, Argentina had finally realized their mistake.
They had been too arrogant!
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