"My God, hahaha!"
"There's nothing wrong with that goal, absolutely nothing wrong!"
"China national football team score! 3:2!"
"China national football team have taken the lead again!"
It was a goal in the 87th minute of the second half.
If nothing unexpected happened...
Well, if nothing unexpected happened, then something unexpected was bound to happen.
But the ones facing the unexpected weren't China national football team. It was Argentina, the top seed in Group C.
"Brother Lei!"
Tang Ye reached out through the crowd, wanting to ruffle Wu Lei's hair, but it was simply too crowded. No matter how hard Tang Ye tried, he couldn't reach him.
"Haha, wow!"
Escribá grabbed Tang Ye from behind, rose onto his toes, and pressed his forehead against Tang Ye's in a gesture like two bulls locking horns.
Of course, this wasn't really a headbutt.
"We've won, we're going to win!"
"Obviously."
"What?"
"I said!"
Tang Ye leaned close to Escribá's ear. "Obviously!"
"Haha!"
"China national football team!"
"China national football team!"
Bang! Bang!
The players slowly scattered. Tang Ye high-fived Wei Shihao, who was wearing a fluorescent bib, then started dancing in front of the cameras.
It was the dance Paul Pogba had taught him. Although he had been away from Borussia Dortmund for some time, Tang Ye had not forgotten his dance teacher.
The China national football team captain danced with great rhythm, while the cameraman beside him slowly moved along with him.
Wu Lei walked toward Tang Ye and stood on the grass, seemingly preparing something.
Tang Ye had already realized what was coming. Smiling, he waited for Wu Lei to make his move.
China national football team's number seven slowly raised his right arm.
He shook his wrist.
Swish, swish!
Flame Dragon Armor!
Combine!
Dongqiudi live report: Last-minute winner!