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

Chapter 708 The Trembling of Eskeriva and the Earthquake of the Dragon Stadium
"Oh my goodness, this, haha!"

"Tang Ye!"

"That was a world-class goal!"

The stadium was silent for a moment when the long-range shot went in, then suddenly exploded with a sound.

Wow!!!

"Ha ha!"

Tang Ye spread his arms and rushed out.

He was so excited that he even forgot he was supposed to slide on his knees.

Run in a straight line.

He rolled up his jersey with his hands and flung it backward!
"Roar—!!!!"

With a roar, Tang Ye's upper body muscles bulged in the shot, and the veins on his arms were clearly visible.

Eskeriva put his hands behind his head and plopped down on the grass.

[What the hell is this?]

[This Mendy is really bad... Holy crap!]

[6666666 It has to be my King Tang! He never falters in big games!]

Tuchel was probably stunned, haha. This goal reminded me of someone I knew, also from Manchester United, but I won't say who, because you all know.

[Brothers! This is my second Champions League title! Can the referee just end the match already? Chelsea has no chance left, okay?]

"TangYe!"

"TangYe!"

Wow!!!!

To be honest, this goal was really too exaggerated, causing the fans in the stands and even some of the players on the field to become somewhat disoriented.

Haaland sprinted towards him.

Take off!

I don't know what the Dortmund striker was thinking, but the nearly 100-kilogram giant was pressing down on Tang Ye.

"Oh, fuck!"

He shouted, and the next second Tang Ye knelt down.

Fortunately, Haaland reacted quickly and came down.

The master was almost injured!
so close!

"Tom!!!"

Royce grabbed Tang Ye's head and kept yelling.

"Ha ha!"

"Jersey! Jersey!"

Pogba handed the jersey to Tang Ye, but the latter seemed unwilling to put it on.

Hindsight.

Turns out, even the master was an exhibitionist!
"Roar!!"

Sitting on the grass, with his hands raised high, Tang Ye couldn't help but shout again.

"Two goals!"

"And it was a brace in the Champions League final!"

"Hey,

Hehe, that's what we were saying before. You can always trust Tang Ye, even when he's injured. But in the most important and crucial matches, he often manages to, hehe, bring out his highest level of performance!

"However... this shirtless celebration might get you a ticket!"

Just as Zhan Jun said, after the Dortmund players slowly dispersed from Tang Ye, the referee quickly ran over and showed a yellow card to the player who took off his shirt to celebrate.

Tang Ye took a step toward the referee.

"This yellow card was necessary. Don't argue with me. If you do..."

"How was that, bro? Wasn't my goal awesome?"

"..."

"Yeah, not bad."

The referee gave Tang Ye a thumbs up: "But the premise is that you have to put your clothes on quickly."

"Of course!"

Shaking his hands, Tang Yexian ran a few laps under the stands, shirtless.

"Clothes, clothes!"

Pogba and Reus chased after Tang Ye and handed him the jersey.

"Okay, okay, I'll put it on now, I'll put it on now!"

As he put on his clothes, Tang Ye walked towards the photographer.

Facing the enormous camera lens, Tang Ye extended his index and middle fingers to make a "2" shape, then pointed to his own eyeballs.

The meaning is obvious.

Look closely, these are two goals!

Dongqiudi Live Match Report: Tang Ye's stunning 41-meter long-range shot puts Dortmund 2-0 up against Chelsea!
The game resumed, and time slowly rolled into the 70th minute of the second half.

The score remained 2-0 at this point, with Dortmund having almost completely dominated Chelsea thanks to Tang Ye's two goals.

Tuchel's head is about to explode.

Given Dortmund's aggressive attacking style, Chelsea adopted a five-defender formation for this match, even turning into a 550 bus when defending.

but!
Damn it, a shell flew over from more than 40 meters away.

This was not in Tuchel's plans at all!

"Fuking is over!"

"Wow!!"

"Chelsea!"

"Chelsea is rubbish"

German fans in the stands shouted in broken English.

Among them were a few with London accents, who were undoubtedly Tottenham fans.

Despicable Tottenham fans impersonated Chelsea fans and infiltrated the Blues' camp.

Now that they see Chelsea are behind, they've stopped pretending and have taken off their blue jerseys, revealing their white Tottenham Hotspur jerseys underneath!
Tuchel glanced towards the stands.

If the person mocking him is a player or coach, the German will definitely not be able to resist taking action.

Unfortunately, it was the fans who were insulting the team, and Tuchel was powerless to do anything about it!

The camera focuses on Tang Ye!

Tang Ye dribbled through the middle, his body rising and falling rhythmically.

Two defenders were following him.

This is where the benefits of rhythm become apparent.

Although Chelsea deployed many players around Tang Ye, the Dortmund midfield's deceptive rhythm and movement meant that the defenders' close marking was actually ineffective.

"Go up there!!!"

"Just stick it on, be decisive, just go straight up!!!"

"Fuck!"

It's clear that Tuchel is really anxious.

But there was nothing that could be done about it, because when they were down by two goals, the Chelsea players' defensive awareness had started to falter.

Dealing with Tang Ye was already difficult enough, but now things have gotten even worse.

After a series of maneuvers, Tang Ye successfully shook off Kanté.

Take small, quick steps to adjust.

Snapped!
A 45-degree cross was delivered.

The ball was traveling at a very high speed, heading straight for Haaland in the penalty area.

"Wow!!!!"

"Tang Ye must have considered this beforehand, as he didn't pass the ball too high."

"Look at Haaland!"

Tang Ye's cross flew to the open ground in front of Haaland, bounced off the grass, and then bounced back up.

Without hesitation, Haaland decisively went down to the ground in order to get the ball.

boom!
He just slid in and shot!
“GOOO—AAAA—LLLLL!!!!!”

"Haalanddddd!!!!!"

"3:0!"

"It's down!!!"

The score was 3-0 after 74 minutes.

Needless to say, the outcome of this match is already decided.

After Haaland scored his third goal, Chelsea fans in the stands began to leave.

"Dortmund!"

Boom!

"Dortmund!!"

Bang bang bang!
"We are the champions! (German)"

"Dortmund are the champions!"

"Borussia Dortmund are the European champions, the Champions League champions!"

"Heja BVB!!!"

Wow!!!!

Tang Ye and Harland sat cross-legged on the grass.

The oblivious teammates rushed over, disrupting the couple's celebration.

"Vamos!!!!"

Tang Ye was knocked down on the grass, rolled half a circle, and was then pinned down by Royce.

"Ha ha!"

"There weren't enough celebrations!"

"What!?"

Royce didn't quite hear what Tang Ye said.

"I said, we didn't celebrate enough! We should have opened another bottle of champagne at halftime."

Tang Ye made a drinking gesture: "I should have taken a few sips back then." "The other side was too bad!"

"Damn it, hahaha!!"

Royce hugged Tang Ye.

"Wir halten fest und treu zusammen!"

"Ball-heil-hurra borussia!"

"..."

"It is now the 84th minute of the second half. Ladies and gentlemen, the score is still 3-0, with Dortmund leading by three goals."

"Well...hehe, if nothing unexpected happens, I think the result of this match is already known."

"Of course, we also need to know that miracles can happen in football. So we can actually look forward to seeing if Chelsea has a chance to score three goals in a row?"

"Ha ha!"

As he spoke, Zhan Jun himself started laughing.

Scoring three goals in 10 minutes is something you can only dream of in the top five European leagues or even some Champions League knockout stages.

After all, it's been said that football is a game of miracles.

But what is today's match?
Today is the damn Champions League final.

What final team has such a weak defense that they can be conceded three goals in a row?

85 '
86 '
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88 '
89 '
"Bellingham, a beautiful and excellent shot! The handling of that ball was absolutely perfect."

"..."

Starting from the 85th minute, Eskreva stopped paying much attention to the game situation and focused his attention on the match time displayed on the big screen.

"hiss……"

"call……"

"Hiss, whoosh..."

This……

Noticing that something was wrong with Escriva, Matti stood up and helped him up.

"Ferland, are you... alright?"

"No problem, no problem!"

Escriva raised his left hand, indicating that he did not need Matti's help.

"but……"

Marty pointed to Eskeriva's legs: "But Ferran, your legs are shaking."

"I'm quite sensitive to earthquakes."

"These are all minor issues."

"..."

"There's nothing I can do about it," Marty shook his head and walked away from Escriva.

"Beep, beep beep—!!!"

Just then, the final whistle blew, and Escriva's legs buckled, causing him to kneel on the ground.

"fu, fuck, fuck!"

"Oh, whoosh, whoosh...hiss!"

"Cough! Cough! Wheez!"

Wow!!!!

The poor old man was kneeling on the grass, while Dortmund fans in the stands were going crazy.

They paid no attention to the kneeling Eskriva.

The fans' minds went blank, their jumping and bouncing causing a small earthquake in the stadium. At that moment, they probably didn't even know what they were thinking.

Most people have lost the ability to think!
[The Champions League season has come to an end...]

[Final rewards are being calculated...]

The system detected a noise.

Unfortunately, Tang Ye is a very aloof guy, and he chose to ignore his system for the time being.

"what!!!"

After taking off their clothes again, Tang Ye and Haaland rushed towards the stands.

"Wow!!!!"

Realizing what Tang Ye was planning, the fans in the stands reached out their hands.

"Here! Here!"

"Give me Tom! I have no clothes to wear, give me some clothes!"

"I'm your fan, he's fake! Give me the clothes!"

Ignoring what the fans were saying, he wrapped his jersey into a ball and threw it directly into the stands.

“Vamos!!!”

Tang Ye's face flushed red as he and Haaland shouted at each other face to face.

Haaland was bumped by Hummels running from behind, lost his balance and bumped into Tang Ye, finally knocking the poor maestro into the stands.

"Eh!"

Realizing something was wrong, Tang Ye tried to escape, but it was too late.

The Dortmund fans in the stands were like a group of bodybuilders who had been abstaining from sex for months. Seeing such a well-built guy lying shirtless in front of them, they were bound to have impure thoughts!
Wow!!!

After several screams, Tang Ye was raped for about two minutes.

He finally managed to escape, but in the footage, Tang Ye was only wearing a pair of black Adidas underwear.

Everything else was gone, even the socks disappeared.

"Hey, fuck, haha!"

He waved to the bench: "Could you get me some clothes, and pants too? I'm out of clothes!"

He turned around and found Haaland and Reus still smiling at him.

"Hey, Erling, you're a criminal!"

"Oh, it's not my fault, it's his!"

Haaland pointed to Reus next to him.

Dortmund's center forward and Tang Ye exchanged a glance, instantly understanding each other's meaning.

They decisively pushed together, shoving Reus toward the stands.

"Hey! What's wrong!"

"Stop talking, let's go inside!"

"Wow!"

Tang Ye and Haaland worked together and threw Reus into the arms of the fans.

The next second, Royce was also raped, and his clothes gradually disappeared.

"Ha ha!!!!"

The smiles Tang Ye and Haaland are now wearing look like those of ruthless villains.

Of course, they are indeed the main villains.

The villain who shattered Chelsea's miracle!

"Hey, where's Ferran? Ferran?"

Tang Ye searched everywhere for Eskeriva, only to find the Dortmund coach kneeling on the grass.

Standing next to Escriva, Matti noticed Tang Ye's gaze and could only helplessly shrug.

Marty didn't know what was going on either.

Ferran, who is almost 60 years old, has a very fragile nervous system.

The crowning of the Champions League champion became the final straw that broke his spirit.

Is Ferran going to become a vegetable?!
Realizing something was wrong, Tang Ye ran over wearing only his underwear.

He knelt down before Eskeriva.

Tang Ye carefully studied the Spaniard's eyes.

The master is now like a doctor trying to determine whether a patient has become a vegetable by observing how their eyes focus.

next second.

Eskeriva's body went limp, and he leaned directly against Tang Ye.

"Eh!"

Tang Ye exclaimed in surprise, and was about to push Eskriva away when he heard the coach gasp.

"woo woo woo woo!"

"Ah...hiss, cough, whew, woo..."

"Hey, it's nothing, it's nothing!"

Tang Ye patted Eskeriva on the back: "It's alright, Mr. Ferran, it's alright, we are the champions. We are the champions!"

Click, click, click!

Click, click, click!

Tang Ye and Escriva embraced, with the stadium photographers nearby.

To be honest, this scene is a bit eerie.

22-year-old Tang Ye is comforting nearly 60-year-old Eskriva.

but……

The 21st century is, after all, a modern society. People don't place as much emphasis on things like age and seniority as they used to.

Although the master was only 22 years old, he possessed a very strong ability to comfort.

He can comfort Eskeriva!

"Dortmund!"

"Dotmund!"

"Dortmund!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

……

(End of this chapter)