"Wei Shihao scores!"
For a moment after scoring, Wei Shihao stood frozen in front of goal. Then, once he processed it, he suddenly let out a roar, barging past Seiya Maikuma as he ran away.
"Waaa!!!"
He leaped up and swung his right fist, seemingly wanting to take off his shirt, but Zhang Yuning grabbed him from the side and stopped him.
"Fuck yeah!"
"Fuck yeah, Brother Hao!"
"Holy shit, that was awesome!"
The China national football team players quickly gathered together. Even several players from the bench rushed onto the field.
It was a goal in the 19th minute of the first half.
Considering that this was the final, it was an absolutely ideal time for China national football team to score.
They had taken the advantage in this match!
[Holy shit, Brother Hao, you finally stepped up!]
[Good thing he didn't put too much power into that. I feel like if Wei Shihao had really powered that header, it might not have gone in.]
[Hahaha, this is King Tang's passing ability!]
[Where's Lola Takizawa? Tell me, what use are you? Keep cheering for Japan!]
[66666, huge advantage. We're taking off now, Japan is done for.]
"Nice, Brother Hao."
Tang Ye placed a hand on Wei Shihao's head and ruffled his teammate's hair. "Awesome!"
"Haha, fuck!"
Seeing a camera overhead moving in his direction, Wei Shihao held up one finger, emphasizing his contribution to the goal for the fans watching in front of their TVs.
1:0!
After the match restarted, Hajime Moriyasu was visibly more anxious. He first hurriedly scribbled something in his notebook, then immediately began shouting instructions to the players on the field.
In truth, Japan's defenders had done a pretty decent job of targeting Tang Ye, but the tricks they used were all stale old stuff.