Halftime report: Tang Ye scored a godly Rabona, Dani Olmo slotted home into the corner. China national football team held Spain to a powerful 1:1 draw in the first half!
In China national football team's locker room, Escribá explained the substitution plan for the second half to the players.
As he spoke, Escribá kept glancing toward Tang Ye. The China national football team captain was sitting on the bench, not saying a word for ages.
The group stage MVP had been beaten mute in a single half...
At Escribá's prompting glance, Mati took the initiative to approach Tang Ye. "Are you... okay?"
"Wasn't that a fucking penalty?"
Tang Ye finally spoke. "I got hit after I jumped up. His hand was pressing into my lung!"
"..."
"Hey, I know. It's the referee's problem, but it's already over."
Mati sighed, and Zhang Yuning came over to comfort him as well.
It had been such a perfect chance to make it 2:1, yet the referee had simply refused to give the penalty. Even Tang Ye couldn't swallow this grievance. "If he gave me a penalty, it'd definitely be 2:1 now."
Tang Ye was still going off!
"It's fine, it's fine. Don't think about it for now. I know you're right. You're the one who's right."
In truth, Mati also felt Alaba's shove had not been all that serious, but he firmly stood with China national football team anyway.
There was no helping it. Though Mati was Spanish, he worked for a Chinese team.
"They'll pay the price for stealing that penalty from you, I promise you, Tom!"
Mati said, "That penalty only affects the process, not the result."
"..."
After all that, Tang Ye's mood finally improved somewhat.
He shook his head, ate a banana to refresh himself, then asked