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

Chapter 705 Actually, what I meant at the time was to advance to the Champions League quarterfinals.

The Sun reported that a netizen commented on Haaland's social media, "If you can control half of TY's passes, you can dominate Lewandowski," to which Haaland replied, "If you're so good, you do it," before deleting the comment.

Haaland: It's different when you're sitting down and talking. Come on the field and have some fun.

Don't even mention it, with Tang Qiuwang's passing style, even if you let me play, I could score a few goals. I'm from the China League Two.

[There's a big shot upstairs]

[Hey, you upstairs, the guy from China League Two, the Champions League final is about to start. Go sit on Dortmund's bench and fill in for Zhang Yuning.]

[Come help me out on Douyin! Douyin is full of armchair fans and trolls, I can't handle it all by myself, my inbox is about to explode!]

The latest trending topics receive the fastest feedback on Douyin (TikTok).

Currently, there are only two irrelevant topics on Douyin.

1. China's national football team advances to the final 12 of the Asian Cup qualifiers.

2. Champions League Final.

If you simply select "Little Hero Big Belly DJ Version" as the background music when posting a video, and then randomly film a few domestic pigs at a pig farm, the video will easily get 1000 likes.

Tang Jun came as soon as he smelled the scent.

[Get a fan for the pig, otherwise what will happen in the summer?]

[A pig farmer? Bro, here's my advice: don't sell your pork yet. I have a feeling it's going to go up in price again after the Champions League final. Don't ask me how much, just 2.6 million euros for 75 kilograms.]

Despite the numerous comments, these videos are ultimately just trying to gain traffic.

Scroll down the video, and the next blogger is obviously much more professional, after all, his ID includes the word "football".

[Chelsea's Champions League final parade]

#TangYe#ChampionsLeagueFinal#Borussia Dortmund#FootballMatch#ChineseNationalTeam#ChampionsLeagueChampionsLeagueWinner

"Borussia Dortmund, the Bundesliga and German Cup champions this season."

"The starting center forward is Erling Haaland, the Bundesliga's Silver Boot winner this season, who is from Norway, stands at 1.9 meters tall, and has excellent poaching and attacking abilities!"

"The starting left winger is Marco Reus, the soul of Dortmund, a player with balanced abilities with both feet, and adept at creating opportunities in adversity!"

"..."

"The starting attacking midfielder is Tang Ye from Foshan, Guangdong, who is currently ranked number one in the world in terms of overall strength, overall stats, and overall market value!"

"The starting defensive midfielder is Paul Pogba from France, the winner of the Russian World Cup, a player with comprehensive technical abilities, and known as a box-to-box midfielder!"

"..."

"The head coach is Francisco Escribá, a Europa League and Bundesliga champion coach from Spain, the mecca of possession football!"

"Borussia Dortmund first won the Champions League in 1997, and this is their second time reaching the Champions League final this season."

"Unlike last time, this time head coach Escribá has brought his players to make thorough preparations. The starting eleven is estimated to be worth 690 million euros, ranking second in the top five leagues this season!"

The match hasn't even started yet, but thanks to Douyin's exaggerated promotional capabilities and the hard work of football bloggers, many netizens who never watch football can now name the starting lineups for both Dortmund and Chelsea.

If the expected starting lineups hold true, this will be a match between a starting lineup valued at €6.9 million and a starting lineup valued at €2.5 million.

The gap was simply too large; apart from the defenders and goalkeeper, Dortmund completely dominated Chelsea in every other position.

From the perspective of Dortmund and Tangye fans, the current situation is very promising.

but!

Just like esports, football is most vulnerable to jinxing (or being predicted to jinx a player).

Some fans are like that; the more you praise their team, the more nervous they become!

……

boom!
Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle—!!!!

The plane carrying Dortmund players and coaches landed at the airport.

With his hands supporting his neck, Tang Ye looked out the window.

We landed in the afternoon, and the sky in Porto was cloudless, with sunlight streaming directly through the windows.

The weather is very nice.

Coming to Portugal to play in the Champions League conveniently avoided the rainy weather in Germany.

Unfortunately, the Champions League final starts at night, so we won't be able to play in the sunshine.

"Actually, I prefer playing at night."

Sancho said, "Do you know why?"

"You don't like the sun?"

"No, no, no, it's a yin-yang court. One side is lit up and the other side is dark. If you run from a place without sunlight to a place with sunlight, your eyes will go blind!"

"Hahaha!"

Tang Ye certainly knew what Sang Qiao was talking about.

"There are too many of these in the Premier League."

"But I feel it's quite fair, because everyone is in the same boat."

"It's different. I just can't accept it. Imagine the sun shining directly into your eyes while you're wearing a ball. Wouldn't that cause an accident?"

"Ha ha!"

Tang Ye slowly shook his head.

"Then you might not be suited for the Premier League. I feel like all the stadiums in the Premier League are like that."

"There are a lot of clouds in both Manchester and London."

Tang Ye pointed out the window: "Some thick clouds will block the sun, and then some places will be dark, in patches."

"Hurry up and leave, aren't you planning to play in the final?"

Reus's voice came from ahead, and Tang Ye and Sancho quickly stood up.

……

The Sun reports that all Chelsea and Dortmund players have arrived at Porto Airport.

The Sun newspaper had a very eye-catching message on the front page.

[Champions League Final Countdown Begins: 30 Hours and 27 Minutes!]

At 11 p.m., Tang Ye sat alone on the hotel balcony, looking at the scenery outside.

It's not that I have insomnia, it's just that I don't want to sleep.

Tang Ye didn't know why he was in this situation.

I guess it's because I slept on the plane.

or……

Is this his last game for Dortmund?
Shaking his head, Tang Ye decided it was best not to think about these things.

Tang Ye stood up, put on his slippers, and left his room.

Good evening, sir!

"Can I... get an autograph?"

"Oh, no problem."

Tang Ye took a pen and wrote his name on the cover of the hotel staff's notebook.

Although his right hand was wrapped in bandages, Tang Ye had almost mastered the art of signing with his left hand, and his signature was incredibly fluent.

"Thank you! But tomorrow is the Champions League final, aren't you going to sleep?"

The hotel staff seemed surprised.

He works the night shift, so what's Tang Ye's situation?

It would be terrible if you didn't get enough rest before such an important match as the Champions League final!
"Haha, I think they're all the same."

Tang Ye patted his arm and joked, "No need to sleep."

Led by staff, Tang Ye arrived at the rooftop swimming pool.

Of course, Tang Ye didn't come here to swim.

The view from the top floor is great; you can see the beach and the sea.

Tang Ye vaguely saw a familiar figure from behind and walked forward: "...Marco?"

"wow?"

Royce turned his head sharply and saw Tang Ye: "What are you doing here?"

"I want to ask you that, too."

Tang Ye came to Royce's side, and the two of them pressed their hands against the floor-to-ceiling glass window, looking out.

"To be honest, this season's situation has completely exceeded my expectations. I never thought it would be like this."

"So what are you thinking?"

Tang Ye inquired and received the reply: Bundesliga champion.

Reus only wants the Bundesliga title.

He hadn't even considered winning the German Cup, let alone the Champions League.

"The result is that we are standing here in a luxury hotel in Porto, with the Champions League final tomorrow night."

Reus shrugged.

"Ha ha!"

"You want to follow the plan, Marco? No!"

Tang Ye patted Reus on the back: "The actual results are better than planned, so what are you still worried about? Just do your best in the finals."

"I……"

Royce looked into Tang Ye's eyes: "I was just wondering, since it was unplanned, do I deserve this..."

"?"

Tang Ye was stunned for a moment.

“This…no, oh, no, I mean, don’t think of it that way.”

Captain Marco has fallen into his own mental trap, which is absolutely wrong.

“You’ve made it to the finals, so you deserve to play in the finals, and we deserve to win the championship.” Tang Ye lightly punched Reus in the chest, but his teammate’s pectoral muscles bounced back. “We’re looking at the results, not whether you deserve it or not. You were thinking about this last year, weren’t you? Last year is last year, and this year is this year.”

Reus didn't say anything. Tang Ye pulled Reus off the balcony and pushed him towards the elevator: "Marco, don't think too much, let's go back!"

"I'm going back, what about you?"

"I'll go back later. I just arrived and haven't had a chance to enjoy the scenery yet!"

"Then you should rest early."

"affim!"

……

Owen predicts the final score: Chelsea 3-3, with Chelsea beating Dortmund in extra time (if it goes to penalties, he favors Dortmund).

On Channel 5, Zhan Jun predicted the score: Dortmund to win.

Dongqiudi pinned post: 8 hours until the Champions League final.

There are four people in the Chinese poster: Tang Ye and Eskeriva on the left, and Kanté and Tuchel on the right.

They are all combinations of top-tier players and coaches.

The blank space above is used to write information about the match.

[UEFA Champions League Final, May 31, 3:00 AM]

【The Final Battle at Dragon Stadium】

[The Top of Europe]

……

"Blue is the colour, football is the game."

"We're all together, And winning is our aim!"

"Champions of Europe, we know what we are!"

Before any major match begins, the fans of both sides always have a showdown outside the stadium.

The competition is simple: it's about comparing who's worse.

"Trash! Damn Chelsea! Die!"

Dortmund fans took a step forward, while Chelsea fans took a step back.

Those at the front of the line naturally had to use their bodies; the English made the first move, and the Germans resisted.

"You're just relying on luck. Do you have any really good players?"

"Do you think you deserve to play in the final? How did you beat Liverpool? Oh, it was all luck!"

"luck!"

"Fuck you!"

When the keywords "luck" and "strength" were triggered, the Englishmen immediately panicked.

Because they were once considered the weakest of the Champions League quarter-final teams.

"Are you guys so great?"

The Chelsea supporters pointed at the Dortmund fans across the way: "Oh, loan, it's all about loan."

"Go check the FIFA website, what color is the TY team logo?"

"It's not yellow, it's fucking red!"

"We're not even one of your people, so what are you so proud of?!"

"Fuck off!"

Both sets of fans have a very accurate grasp of their opponent's strengths.

The word "loan" triggered Dortmund fans to get anxious, and the two sides immediately started arguing.

Wow!!!

"It's a fight! It's a fight!"

"Police! Over here!"

"Wow!! Go Dortmund! Long live Dortmund!"

"Dormitory, can't you win even once with your own people?!"

Riot police arrived quickly, and it took more than ten people a lot of effort to separate the two sides.

One of the Chelsea fans tried to walk forward, but riot police blocked his way.

Unable to move forward, he could only raise his right hand, extend his index finger, and curse: "You're just a club that relies on loaned players, you don't really think you're that great, do you?"

"You are destined to lose!"

"Fuck you, Chelsea are going to lose!"

"Wow wow wow! What if you lose? You lose, so go eat shit, okay?"

"If Chelsea loses, I'll eat it; if Dortmund loses, you eat it!"

Wow!!!

Once the bet was made, fans on both sides immediately started jeering.

They stopped fighting and just watched those two fans who said they wanted to eat shit.

Are you sure you'll eat it?

"If I lose, I eat; if you lose, you eat. It's a simple principle. Just don't try to cheat. Don't you know that you British people generally have little credibility?"

"Wow!"

"Fuck you!!!"

……

"Damn it, we can't lose today!"

Tang Ye's words caught the attention of his teammates in the locker room: "We definitely can't lose, what's there to say?"

"No, look at this."

Tang Ye showed Haaland his phone screen.

I realized I was using Dongqiudi (a Chinese sports betting platform), while Haaland couldn't read Chinese.

After taking the phone back, Tang Ye explained, "Two fans got into a fight outside the stadium, and then they made a bet that whoever's team lost would have to eat shit."

"..."

Harland looked at Tang Ye, almost laughing: "Is it really shit?"

Tang Ye confirmed again: "Hmm...it seems so, I didn't misunderstand."

"Wow!"

Haaland nodded slowly: "When I first came to the stadium, I didn't see anyone arguing outside."

"They can start arguing anytime, that's not what you need to worry about right now."

Marty signaled to everyone to focus on the game.

"Whether or not we eat shit is something that will happen after the competition is over."

Pointing to his temple, Matti told the players to stay focused.

In the restroom of the Dragon Stadium, Tang Ye looked at himself in the mirror.

Tang Ye noticed that his beard, which he had just shaved, had grown back, so he vigorously scalded his face with water.

However, water couldn't wash away his beard; Tang Ye did this simply to make himself look more energetic.

hiss!
A sudden pain shot through Tang Ye's right palm, and he gripped his wrist tightly.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Eskeriva just walked in and saw Tang Ye's pained expression.

The latter gritted his teeth and pointed to the toilet stall door: "I made a mistake just now, and I got my finger caught in the door."

"..."

Eskeriva's lips twitched: "We still need to be careful."

Seeing the worry in the coach's eyes, Tang Ye simply waved his hand: "It's a minor problem. I'll just get some painkillers before the game."

"You're working too hard."

Eskeriva's expression showed remorse.

"We definitely have to fight for the Champions League, and didn't you say before that you wanted the Champions League?"

"Ok?"

Eskeriva paused for a moment.

I don't remember ever saying that.

Seeing the certainty in Tang Ye's eyes, the Dortmund coach suddenly realized what was going on.

"Oh!"

"It was that time in the restroom. I ran into you right after I came out of the restroom!"

"Yes, you said it, you want the Champions League."

"This one……"

Eskrima touched his nose and gave an awkward smile: "...I said I wanted the Champions League, but I meant I wanted to reach the Champions League quarterfinals... not the Champions League trophy..."

"You seem to have... misunderstood."

?

Tang Ye froze instantly, staring intently into Eskeriva's eyes.

After a long silence, Tang Ye lowered his head and looked at his right hand, which was wrapped in bandages, feeling the stinging pain coming from his palm.

"..."

Hey.

……

(End of this chapter)