"..."
Watching Tang Ye gradually walk away, Rodri found himself speechless.
He seemed to understand what Tang Ye meant, yet he could not be sure.
Spain had indeed held back in the match against Japan, but that had instead become an excuse for Spanish players and fans to let down their guard: they had only drawn with Japan because they had held back.
What if Spain at full strength was not as strong as everyone imagined?
Wouldn't that be game over?
"What's wrong?"
His teammate did not know why Rodri had drifted off and came over to ask.
"Ahem, it's nothing."
Clap, clap!
"Come on, come on!"
"Don't give them any chances."
Rodri repeated what Enrique had emphasized just minutes ago.
Spain had to finish off their opponents within the 30 minutes of extra time.
They could not let it go into extra time!
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"As we can see, the first half of extra time has already begun. China national football team have made quite a few substitutions."
Judging from the situation on the pitch, China national football team had opted for a five-man defense.
From this, it was clear that the two teams had completely opposite intentions.
Spain wanted to end the match as quickly as possible and avoid any accidents.
China, meanwhile, hoped to drag the match into a penalty shootout, using the greater uncertainty to improve their chances as the underdogs!
"Gao Zhunyi, looking for Fernan... no, he chooses Tang Ye!"
"Oh, Tang Ye's stamina really is something."
Turning with the ball, Tang Ye shook off Soler and immediately began driving forward.
Spain's defenders probably had not expected Tang Ye