"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"
The first half was over, with the score temporarily at 1–2.
Tang Ye's long-range strike had been spectacular, but Portugal were genuinely strong. They had not found it particularly difficult to pull level, then even completed the comeback.
Damn it!
"Doing okay?"
Mati high-fived Tang Ye.
"I feel fine. We should be able to turn it around in the second half. But it depends on Rafael Leão."
As he spoke, Tang Ye glanced in Rafael Leão's direction.
Despite trailing, the situation was still under the China national football team's control for now.
Of course, that was assuming Rafael Leão and Cancelo coming on in the second half would not cause the China national football team even more trouble.
"Yeah, let's go!"
Halftime report: Tang Ye blasted open the opposition goal from 28 meters out. Cristiano Ronaldo equalized with a header before B. Fee put Portugal ahead with a driven shot. At halftime, the China national football team trailed 1–2.
[Is Santos an idiot or what? He didn't start Dalot against Argentina, and now he isn't starting Rafael Leão against us. Does he even want to win?]
[Isn't an idiot better? This guy can dine out on one European Championship title for ten years. Otherwise, he'd have been sacked long ago. He really doesn't have much ability.]
[Can Rafael Leão just stay off in the second half? Maybe he wasn't starting because he isn't in good form?]
[Stop fantasizing, brothers. Wishful thinking is useless. Even without Rafael Leão, Portugal's players are still plenty terrifying. Just tell me, how are we supposed to deal with B. Fee pretending to be a winger?]
[Being behind feels fucking awful. Why didn't we park the bus after taking the lead? Saint Es is practically handing them chances!]
"We played well in the