Football: I am only 16 years old, and you want me to retire and make a comeback?

Chapter 629 The Way of Light: Ten Hag's Unparalleled Dominance Through the Ages
"This is the last chance!"

The Barcelona players remained silent in the locker room, and manager Setién was under immense pressure.

The gap in overall strength is so large that the head coach is now at a loss as to what to do.

We need to calm down.

Messi said, shirtless.

The Argentine player was clutching a jersey, but he wasn't wearing it yet: "You guys have to support me when I need it, okay? We can't score because we're always defending from behind."

"They put too much pressure on us in the attacking third, we can move our full-backs up!"

Messi was talking to his teammates.

Although his voice wasn't loud, the situation in the locker room showed that Messi's words carried significant weight. For a long time, no one dared to utter a sound, not even Setién.

It's quite a coincidence that the coaches of both teams participating in this Champions League final had little say; even the midfield tactics and substitutions were decided by the senior players on the team.

Is the answer in this version the "no-handsome" style?
"The full-backs need to come up, otherwise we won't be able to score. We have to score now. Just get the ball up front and pass it to me."

Messi and Suarez were adamant, while Coutinho sat silently in his seat, knowing that his performance in the first half had indeed been terrible.

Messi, Pique, and Suarez quickly agreed on a substitution plan, and Coutinho, who started the game, was unsurprisingly substituted.

"come on! Come on!"

"3, 2, 1!"

"Barcelona!"

In the players' tunnel, Tang Ye originally intended to go over and shake hands with Suarez, but seeing the latter's serious expression, he ultimately gave up.

Indeed, whether they reconcile or not is irrelevant now; what matters is the upcoming match.

The final is like this: no matter what, a winner must be determined.

The players from both sides stood in their positions, waiting for the referee's whistle.

Tang Ye adjusted the armband on his arm and said to De Rong behind him, "Ready?"

"Hmm? What are you preparing?"

"Ready to win the Champions League"

"Ha ha"

De Jong flashed his signature smile, just as the referee blew the whistle. De Jong followed Tang Ye out.

"Wang Wang!"

Frenchman Eric welcomed the Manchester United players as they emerged from the dressing room.

"The Manchester United manager didn't go into the dressing room during halftime adjustments!"

He Wei joked, "The Manchester United coach was tied to the bench for the entire halftime period, so there was no coach in the Manchester United dressing room."

"Yes, I think this is an opportunity for Barcelona, ​​because Barcelona has a coach."

The camera focuses on Setien.

Although we don't know what the Barcelona coach is thinking right now, his forehead is clearly covered in sweat.

Trailing by two goals at halftime in the Champions League final, anyone in their right mind would be under immense pressure.

Setién's situation is even worse; he is a coach with no real power but who is blamed for losses.

"I'll come, I'll come!"

Rashford stopped the ball with a tread, and Tang Ye came up from behind to receive Rashford's through pass.

They've been working together very well; Tang Ye has now become a left winger.

Tang Ye takes on Semedo one-on-one!
Tang Ye dribbled closer with the outside of his foot, focusing half his attention on Semedo in front of him and the other half on the penalty area.

Tang Ye rode his bicycle, wanting to try dribbling past his opponent.

Although Semedo was underperforming, it would still be difficult for Tang Ye to easily get past him.

With no other option, Tang Ye quickly came up with a solution, told Rashford to move behind him, and then ran towards the baseline.

Semedo followed!

"Whoosh whoosh"

Without the clamor of the live fans, Tang Ye could hear his own breathing more clearly, as well as Semedo's.

We've arrived at the corner flagpole!
Turning his head to glance towards the penalty area, Tang Ye swung his left leg out.

!

Semedo raised his right leg high, preparing to intercept Tang Ye's cross from the byline.

Then the unexpected happened: Tang Ye's left foot wasn't actually meant to cross the ball.

He flicked the ball to his right foot!
Cruyff turns around!

He successfully created distance between himself and Semedo.

Snapped!
This time it really hit the target.

"Beautiful Tang Ye!"

"Inside the penalty area!"

"Alai!"

"Alai didn't get it!"

Ale and Piqué jumped together, but neither of them got the first point.

It was Dembele who controlled the ball!
Dembele's ball control and feint were incredibly smooth.

Snapped!
He kicked his left foot onto the net.

The ball went in!
"Dembele's goal!"

"4:1!"

The score difference widened again, and Manchester United players quickly ran towards Dembele's location.

"Dembele, haha!"

"But this goal probably won't be a celebration..."

I thought Dembele wouldn't celebrate, but that was just wishful thinking.

With the stands empty in front of him, Dembele simply slid across the ground and sent the ball flying.

"Vamos!!!"

I rely on!

Tang Ye was completely stunned, because he remembered reminding Osman before the match started.

But I can't worry about that now!

"Ottoman!!!"

He jumped onto Dembele, who then carried Tang Ye to the stands below.

The photographer came over with his camera, and Tang Ye held up four fingers towards the lens.

4: 1!

"It's now the 62nd minute of the second half, and the score is 4-1, Manchester United are leading by a full three goals!"

What's the point of Barcelona playing games? They should just shut them down.

[King of Football! Another Cruyff turn!]

[Dembele is a real idiot, did Barcelona waste their money on him?]

Come on, would Dembele even be able to make it at Barcelona? Probably not.

[The first Champions League title for a Chinese player, won by leading the team!]

"Glory Glory Man United!"

"Glory Glory Man United!"

"Champion!"

"UEFA Champions League Winner!"

The fans were chanting, and Tang Ye and his teammates hugged each other, giving each other instructions on the details of the upcoming match.

"Keep it up, keep it steady and you'll win!"

"Rodri shouted."

If you look closely, you'll notice that the Manchester United defensive midfielder's hands are trembling slightly.

At the 65th minute, Tang Ye made a simple gesture, and Eric, the French bulldog in front of the substitutes' bench, barked twice. Manchester United then made their first substitution of the match.

Ashley Young replaced Luke Shaw, and Martial replaced Haller.

Why did Tang Ye make this personnel change?
This was certainly not based on game experience, but rather Tang Ye's perspective from Ten Hach's point of view.

He was certain that if Ten Hag were standing in front of the bench at that moment, he would have made the same substitution.

Dongqiudi live match report: In the 71st minute, Messi's free kick went high, and the score remained 4-1, with Manchester United in the lead.

"United!"

"Man United!"

"We are fucking Man United!"

After Messi's free kick went wide, Manchester United fans jumped up in celebration, and some even held up Ronaldo's number 7 jersey with both hands in the stands.

“Messi!”

"xuuu!!!"

“Messi!”

"xuuu!!!"

There were 20 minutes left in the game.

You ask Manchester United fans what it would take for them to lose a game.

Manchester United fans have no answer.

I have absolutely no idea how I could lose!

"Hiss... I feel that in this game, well, actually Coach He, there's a saying circulating online, I don't know if you're aware of it."

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"That means the match between Manchester United and Bayern Munich was the real final; the champion was already decided after that match."

"Oh, haha, I've seen that too." This statement online seems to be praising Manchester United, but in retrospect, it actually makes a lot of sense.

Bayern Munich and Manchester United are evenly matched; both are top-tier teams.

Barcelona, ​​on the other hand, performed poorly, with some fans even believing they won against Paris by luck.

boom!
Dembele rolled three times on the grass, earning Manchester United a free kick.

"Shit, Ottoman!"

Tang Ye ran over, pushed Araujo aside, and pulled Dembele up.

It looks terrible, but Tang Ye is very experienced. Generally speaking, falling to the ground after rolling around several times is not a big deal.

Just like parkour on the grass, rolling can dissipate the impact.

"give it to you!"

Dembele patted Tang Ye on the back.

"Ha ha!"

Tang Ye shoved Dembele away: "Are you trying to put pressure on me?"

"No! Just keep it up, Tom!"

Tang Ye shrugged, shooed Dembele away, and picked up the ball from the grass.

Manchester United have a direct free kick opportunity.

Although it was a direct free kick, the ball's position was honestly a bit far, and it definitely needed careful consideration.

De Jong came over to help take the set pieces.

"call……"

coming!

Tang Ye ran out first.

Snapped!
A low free kick was launched, aimed directly at the penalty area.

Rodri!
Snapped!
The shot is awarded.

Ter Stegen made a save, but it was unsuccessful.

"Oh my God!"

"Another one in! Haha!"

"5-1! The score is now 5-1, you read that right, this is the Champions League final!"

Having completed a hat-trick of assists, Tang Ye stood on the grass, raising his hands high, waiting for Rodri to come and hug him.

"5:1!"

"5:1!"

Rodri kept repeating the same words.

If a 4-1 lead still left some suspense, then a 5-1 scoreline completely extinguished Barcelona's hopes.

Barcelona is doomed to lose!
"..."

Setien squatted on the grass, his arms hanging naturally at his sides.

Turning to the VIP rooms on the second floor, Ten Hach and Van der Gach had disappeared, like reclusive masters from a martial arts world.

"TangYe!"

"TangYe!"

"TangYe!"

Cheers erupted from the stands, and FIFA President Gianni Infantino, seated in the middle, gave a gentle round of applause.

Tang Ye completely overwhelmed Messi, and at the same time, this match almost secured him this year's Ballon d'Or.

The era of Messi and Ronaldo seems to be over, and it's unclear whether Infantino is happy or frustrated about it.

After 80 minutes, Manchester United brought on Amrabat and Ziyech.

Despite a decline in squad strength, Manchester United at this point still dominated Barcelona like a whirlwind.

"..."

boom!
Tang Ye and Messi collided, and the latter fell to the ground, getting covered in mud from the grass.

"call……"

"mine"

Tang Ye reached out and helped Messi up from the ground.

The guy looked quite thin, but he actually had some weight to him. Tang Ye felt like he had put in a lot of effort.

"Feel sorry"

Tang Ye patted Messi on the ribs, and the latter did the same, but didn't say anything.

Tang Ye turned and stepped back, while Messi stood still, watching Tang Ye walk away step by step.

Argentinians are feeling quite complicated right now, so complicated that you can't understand what they want to do just by looking at their expressions and actions.

If we had to find an adjective to describe this state...

Ten Hach, if this is an adjective, then it would be more appropriate.

"Beep, beep beep—!!!"

"The match is over!"

The commentator shouted, and almost at the same time, Manchester United's substitutes rushed out.

"The match is over! With the referee's whistle, Manchester United have defeated Barcelona 5-1!"

Manchester United have won the Champions League final!

"Champions League!"

"Champions League champions!"

"This is Manchester United's first Champions League title since the 07-08 season, and the club's fourth Champions League title in history!"

His teammates were running towards him, and Tang Ye covered his face with his hands.

He was experiencing an indescribable emotion that brought tears to his eyes, but Tang Ye didn't want his fans and teammates to see him cry, as it might be embarrassing.

"call"

Exhaling, Tang Ye knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Tom!!!"

Rhodes knelt before Tang Ye, and the two embraced tightly, both of them blushing.

“Rod!!!”

"Huff, huff!"

"champion!!!"

With his hands raised, Tang Ye fell backward and finally lay flat on the grass.

He felt so relaxed that he had the illusion that his soul was flying out of his chest.

……

Dongqiudi Live Match Report: Full time! Manchester United vs. Barcelona, ​​Tennis's Manchester United wins their first Champions League title!

Witness history!!!

[Witnessing countless historical moments in just two weeks—is this the kind of entertainment Manchester United is all about?]

[King Tang, can you please not score in just one game?]

Tell me loudly, who won the 2020 Globe Award?!

Real Madrid, did you see that? It turns out Barcelona can be beaten 5-1!

Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!

The applause and the drumbeats celebrating the victory mingled together, making the usually sparsely populated Bright Stadium lively.

However, the victors, the Manchester United players, are all kneeling now, with Tang Ye even lying dead on the grass, his arm outstretched to cover his eyes.

The camera focuses, and you can't see the tears that Tang Ye is hiding, but you can see his chest rising and falling at an extremely fast pace.

"Holy crap, holy crap..."

The camera zooms out, revealing Messi and Suarez standing together. The director doesn't give Suarez much screen time, instead focusing on Messi.

Lionel Messi frowned slightly, his hands on his hips, his gaze fixed on Tang Ye, unwilling to look away.

Gulu!

Messi swallowed hard.

I wanted to watch Messi a little longer, but the director quickly moved the camera away again.

In the players' tunnel, Ten Hag, dressed in a suit, walked out.

"Eric Ten Hach!"

"That's the manager of Manchester United!"

"He is also the first manager to lead Manchester United to the Champions League title since 2008, and the first manager to win both the Champions League and the Premier League title!"

Ten Hag walked out while applauding, greeted by cheers from the fans and players in the stadium.

The camera focused on his face.

Ten Hag seemed to suddenly remember something, stopped when he came to the bottom of the podium, then turned around, leaving only his back to the fans watching on TV.

Ten Hag actually wanted to greet the FIFA officials on the podium, but his raised hands gave off a strange feeling.

It's just like……

It's as if he turns his back on all living beings and dictates everything for eternity.

Tonight is Ten Hah's night of ascension to godhood.

"Wang Wang!"

The little French Bulldog shouted.

……

(End of this chapter)