Chapter 352: Tang Ye's First Trophy in His Manchester United Career! EFL Cup Champions!

Check Dongqiu Di pinned post: Manchester United vs. Arsenal, EFL Cup final in progress, current score 2:0, Manchester United leading.

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye's long-range shot hits Alé's abdomen, creating an excellent chance; Alé volleys it in, extending the score to 2:0.

【You have gained 5 Counterattack Points】

【Father supervising the battle, you gain an extra 1 Counterattack Point】

As the second goal of the second half is kicked off, the director cuts the camera to Tang Tang Zhengxiong in the chairman's box.

This is... Tom's father!

【Say no more, brothers; I am completely awestruck by the greatness of the Ball King】

【Oh! GGBond's dad!】

【I feel this Tang Tang Zhengxiong must be quite a character; otherwise, he couldn't have spawned GGBond】

【Here he comes, the top scorer!】

【Damn, Tang Ye's imagination is insane; I feel the combined brains of Arsenal's eleven players aren't as useful as Tang Ye's. I don't believe someone this smart only scored 30 in math on the Gaokao】

Those damn fans are bringing up Tang Ye's Gaokao scores again.

But analyzing it calmly, how could someone as smart as GGBond have only scored 30 in math?

Maybe the Ball King's power was limited because there was no chewing gum to eat in the exam hall?

The loyal Tang Ren are still fantasizing in their minds about Tang Ye's greatness, unaware that if he hadn't guessed his own questions in the multiple-choice section, GGBond wouldn't even have scored 30.

"United!"

Boom! Boom!

"United!"

Boom! Boom!

Time ticks by; it is now the 68th minute of the second half.

At most 25 minutes left!

As long as they defend for another 25 minutes, Manchester United will claim their EFL Cup trophy!

At this moment, Ten Hag makes a substitution: Luke Shaw replaces Mata, shifting Manchester United from a 4-2-3-1 to a 5-2-2-1.

"Defend, defend!"

The newly substituted Luke Shaw relays the message to the Manchester United players.

Shaking his head, Tang Ye doesn't really like defending, but he also knows that with this scoreline, defending is the best option for Manchester United.

The championship is right before their eyes!

"Hey, Rashford made a mistake!"

"Arsenal kicks the ball out, hiss... let's see, let's see."

Focus intently on the screen.

Xhaka dribbles forward quickly.

He plays a one-two with a teammate ahead!

Then passes out wide to Mkhitaryan!

Crack!

Mkhitaryan sends a 45-degree cross into the penalty area.

Good choice, but Mkhitaryan's cross was indeed somewhat lackluster.

Rojo beats Smalling to head the ball clear!

"Wow!"

Cheers from the Manchester United fans!

This season, Manchester United's defensive and build-up play issues have been widely criticized, but today, after switching to a defensive posture, their backline hasn't shown the severe problems fans imagined.

Manchester United's players are simply in too good a form today.

This applies to both forwards and defenders alike.

The midfield?

The midfield needs no explanation whatsoever; that is the domain controlled by GGBond!

"Be more decisive with your passes!"

"Alex, move to the center to find combinations!"

Wenger is now utterly helpless.

They couldn't outplay Manchester United in attack, and now they can't even break through their defense.

To exploit Manchester United's weakness in building from the back, Wenger deliberately substituted on a forward.

But damn it, Manchester United's backline didn't show any build-up problems at all!

In the 82nd minute, Tang Ye, cutting in from the left flank, is fouled by an Arsenal defender.

For this free-kick opportunity, Tang Ye chooses to shoot himself, though his free-kick success rate is indeed not high.

Ospina saves the ball!

A corner kick for Manchester United!

"Huff, huff huff..."

Tang Ye twists his neck.

A feeling of fatigue slowly envelops his entire body.

Although aided by the +5 level Red Bull, the 75-minute mark has always been a critical threshold for footballers.

Tang Ye's movements are now slightly distorted!

"Come on!"

Rodri patted Tang Ye from behind; the latter gritted his teeth, searching around the arc for the most suitable position for this attack.

"Less than 10 minutes left."

"The brothers who didn't bet on me for this match should already be starting to regret it; I said long ago that Manchester United was a sure win in this game."

Wang Chao and some of the Bean Warriors in the livestream room had already begun celebrating early.

Leading by two goals with less than 10 minutes remaining, and with Manchester United's defenders in such good form, Arsenal basically had no chance of turning the tables.

【Didn't Brother Chao say Manchester United would win by at least three? Now it's only two.】

"Wait, isn't winning by two still a win?"

"Damn it, just say whether we won or not!"

He felt a bit annoyed; he had nearly forgotten that he himself had said Manchester United would score at least three.

But it didn't matter.

As long as he didn't admit it, then he hadn't said it!

"Glory Glory Man United~"

"Glory Glory Man United~"

After entering the 85th minute, the Manchester United fans at the scene had already begun celebrating early.

The camera cut to the stands, where several Manchester United fans let out fierce roars at the lens.

This would be Manchester United's first championship trophy in the last two seasons, and the suppressed emotions in the hearts of the fans were ignited!

The 88th minute!

Rashford carried the ball down the wing.

However, Rashford after the 80th minute was indeed somewhat lackluster; Tang Ye knew this clearly, so he ran ahead early to provide support.

Under Nelson's press, Tang Ye reached out and demanded the ball from under Rashford's feet.

Without stopping the ball, he tapped it with his heel directly to Rodri!

"Wow!"

A heel pass, something Tom was very skilled at.

It created an excellent opportunity!

Rodri dribbled past the defenders, running toward the direction of the arc.

"Go to the byline!"

Tang Ye signaled for Rashford to go to the byline to draw the defense, while he himself moved into the center together with Rodri.

He ran behind Rodri!

"Pass to me, pass to me!"

Rodri first pretended to dribble forward himself, then suddenly flicked the ball back to Tang Ye behind him.

Tang Ye received the ball and accelerated!

In almost an instant, Tang Ye had observed the positioning of the three defenders inside the penalty area and simultaneously calculated their possible passing options.

With a Vision stat of 97 as assurance, Tang Ye could completely afford to make a very bold forward run.

First arriving at the arc!

Change the rhythm!

Entering inside the penalty area!

The camera focused; the fans and the players on the substitute bench almost held their breath.

Knowing they could no longer continue retreating, the Arsenal defenders suddenly began pressing up.

This was, of course, within Tang Ye's plan; he had long prepared to deal with this situation.

Swish swish!

The La Croqueta, directly pulling laterally to create distance!

There was an opening!

A pushed shot!

Duang!

Tang Ye's pushed shot struck the post, rebounded, and then went into the goal.

The ball... went in!

"Holy crap!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Damn it, I said before the match started that Manchester United would score three; I f***ing said this!"

Extremely excited, Wang Chao pointed at the camera: "Didn't I say we would score three?"

"Damn it, when we just scored the second, there were still a few people shouting. Wait, what the hell are you guys rushing for? Is it three now, isn't it three now?"

"Haters, speak up!"

【Awesome!】

【Brother Chao, you actually have real skill.】

【Didn't you refuse to admit it when we said three earlier? How come you're admitting it now?】

【Streamer, you're Tang Ye's simp, right? So disgusting. But I'm also Tang Ye's simp, hehe.】

Danmu flew wildly in the livestream room, and the atmosphere at the scene reached its peak.

Having completed a brace in the 90th minute, Tang Ye, his face flushed red, rushed toward the sidelines like a madman.

The Manchester United players on the substitute bench also ran onto the field!

"Tom!!!"

"Tom!!!"

【Double the fun, you have gained an extra 20 Counterattack Points】

The System's voice rang out, but Tang Ye could hear nothing now.

Rapidly secreted adrenaline nearly swallowed Tang Ye's consciousness.

Boom!

He collided with Carrick, then embraced Lin Lin Jiade and Martial tightly.

"Phew, Jesse, it's the championship, it's the championship!"

Stoppage time had been announced, but Tang Ye didn't care about that at all.

Whether it was three minutes, four minutes, or even five minutes of stoppage time, it no longer mattered.

The score now was 3:0, 3:0!

At this score, Manchester United could not encounter any mishap!

They were today's winners!

The champions of the EFL Cup!

"TOM!!!"

Ashley Young hugged Tang Ye and roared.

But this time, Tang Ye was not frightened.

He shouted back.

"YOUNG!!! (voice cracked)"

Tang Ye high-fived his teammates one by one.

"Calm down, calm down a bit."

"The match isn't over yet, be careful!"

Ten Hag grabbed Tang Ye's head, emphasizing his point.

It was precisely at times like these that one should be most cautious!

"I know, Mr. Erik!"

Tang Ye punched Ten Hag's chest with his fist, then walked back to his position alongside Luke Shaw.

Stoppage time began.

The stoppage time was three minutes, but since Manchester United had used some time celebrating, there were actually only two minutes left until the end of the match.

"Beep!"

Arsenal kicked off, and the match continued!

【Go for it!】

【Damn, I'm getting hyped】

【Three goals in two minutes, just sit back and watch Arsenal create a miracle, okay】

【The God of Miracles, GGBond, is at Manchester United; how could Arsenal possibly have a miracle】

【Champions!】

The Manchester United fans in the stands grabbed their red scarves with both hands and raised them high above their heads.

Amidst Manchester United's anthem, Arsenal launched their final attack.

Aubameyang received the ball at the top of the arc.

Shoot!

Boom!

Smalling and Phil Jones fell simultaneously, with Smalling ultimately blocking the ball.

Aubameyang took another shot!

Boom!

Rodri, rushing to defend, blocked the ball with his body.

Then it was Tang Ye!

"Haha!"

Wearing a smile, Tang Ye kicked the ball into the stands.

The ball was out of play!

"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"

"Manchester United!"

"Champions!!!"

Veins bulged on Wang Chao's forehead as if his blood vessels were about to explode, making him look terrifyingly fearsome.

"Ah!!!"

Running past Xhaka, Tang Ye accelerated, sprinting toward the sideline.

Knee slide!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

Beside him was Rodri!

"Together, Rod!"

The chemistry between the Tom-Rod duo was incredibly exaggerated; they could coordinate without even counting down.

"Roar!!!"

After shouting, Tang Ye put on an extremely fierce expression, startling the fans in the lowest tier of the stands.

Ten Hag raised both hands high and rushed onto the pitch with the Manchester United players from the substitute bench.

Noticing Tang Ye looking in his direction, Ten Hag immediately halted his steps, feigned great composure, and slowly walked over to high-five Tang Ye.

"Tom!"

"Haha, Mr. Sitting Like, we are the champions!"

Tang Ye and Ten Hag shared a brief embrace.

"Over here, Tom, over here!"

"And Rashford too!"

Down below the stands, a bald uncle waved at Tang Ye and Rashford; spotting what the uncle held in his hand, Rashford headed over first.

The bald uncle handed an oversized England flag to Rashford, who draped it over his shoulders.

"Mm!"

Tang Ye's eyes lit up as he pointed at his own nose: "Do I get one too? Do I get one too?"

The British uncle bent down and produced a Spanish flag.

Ah, this one was for Rodri.

Then came a third flag!

A red one!

"Haha, thank you!"

Tang Ye took the flag and, imitating Rashford and Rodri, draped it over himself.

To be honest, it wasn't very warm, but Tang Ye could roughly sense that.

The main purpose of draping a flag wasn't warmth; it symbolized more of an honorary celebration.

Tang Ye slowly walked toward Ashley Young, preparing to show off what he was wearing to the captain.

Yet Tang Ye's sharp eyes caught Ashley Young's open mouth.

"Roar!!!"

"Roar!!!"

The two shouted almost simultaneously, after which Ashley Young tightly embraced Tang Ye.

"Mm, Young..."

After releasing Ashley Young, Tang Ye embraced Mata: "Mata, are we going to get the trophy now?"

When entering the field before the match began, less than one meter had separated Tang Ye from the championship trophy.

He remembered the appearance of the EFL Cup trophy very clearly.

Tom couldn't wait any longer!

"Wait for them to receive their medals first."

Ashley Young pointed at the Arsenal players gathering beneath the podium.

As the finalists who had lost, the Arsenal players were about to proceed to the podium to collect their runner-up medals.

Tang Ye's eyes lit up: "Mm, so we get medals too?"

"Of course."

Receiving an affirmative answer from Mata, Tang Ye smiled even more happily.

Medals plus a trophy!

Indeed!

Champions are victors, and victors have everything!

Tang Ye's teammates stood together, watching the Arsenal players slowly walk toward the podium.

Because the Arsenal fans had left early, the stands appeared rather empty.

His teammates suddenly began clapping, so Tang Ye joined in, rapidly striking his palms together.

Although they were the losers, Arsenal, having reached the final, deserved this applause.

Looking up at Aubameyang and Xhaka in the stands, Tang Ye now only hoped the Arsenal players would move a bit faster.

Because then they could start the championship award ceremony sooner!

Tang Ye was not someone who could endure patience; waiting was a rather difficult task for him.

He placed his left hand on Rashford's shoulder and his right hand on Martial's shoulder.

A sense of security swept through his entire body.

If waiting together with teammates, then it wasn't such a difficult thing after all.

Once all the Arsenal players had left the field, Tang Ye removed his hands from his teammates.

"It's our turn!"

Tang Ye broke into a light jog, preparing to be the first to step onto the stairs leading to the podium, but upon seeing Ten Hag waiting below, he suddenly remembered something and obediently stood at the back.

"Do you want to go up first?"

Ten Hag pointed at the stairs and made a gesture of invitation.

"Go up first? For real?"

"Of course, you deserve it."

A smile rested on Ten Hag's face.

He greatly disliked anyone stealing his spotlight.

But if it was Tom, then it didn't matter.

"..."

Tang Ye looked left and right, but ultimately declined.

"You go first, Mr. Sitting Like."

The champion team prepared to receive the awards, and thunderous applause erupted from the stands.

Ten Hag was at the very front, with Tang Ye following right behind him.

"Long live Ten Hag!"

"Tom, high five, Tom!"

The fans on both sides of the steps were full of enthusiasm; Tang Ye extended both hands, exchanging high fives with the supporters on either side one by one.

Suddenly, Tang Ye furrowed his brow, which puzzled Mata behind him: "What's wrong?"

"Damn, I messed up."

Tang Ye felt a bit upset: "I should have gone back to the locker room to get some chewing gum earlier; now I have nothing to give."

"Haha."

Before Mata could speak, Valencia behind him had already burst out laughing: "The high fives are enough; leave the chewing gum thing for next time."

Tang Ye nodded slightly.

Although he did not fully agree with what Valencia said, there was no other option at the moment.

Let's touch the trophy first!

Arriving at the podium, Tang Ye followed behind Ten Hag and shook hands with the FA officials one by one.

To prevent any mistakes, Tang Ye simply mimicked whatever Ten Hag did.

"Go for it, Tom!"

The chairman hung the medal around Tang Ye's neck; Tang Ye softly said thank you, then lifted the medal from his chest.

EFL CUP—this was what was written on the medal, meaning the English League Cup.

Standing by the railing while waiting for his teammates, Tang Ye held up the medal to greet the fans below the stands.

"Let me touch it, let me touch it!"

Hm?

Suddenly hearing Chinese, Tang Ye paused for a moment, stood on tiptoe to look down, and immediately spotted Tang Tang Zhengxiong beneath the podium: "Damn, Dad!"

Tang Ye lifted the medal from his neck, holding the railing with one hand and gripping the medal's ribbon with the other.

The champion medal hung in mid-air; seeing Tang Tang Zhengxiong approach, Tang Ye let go at that moment, and the medal landed right in Tang Tang Zhengxiong's hand.

Perfect coordination!

Tang Tang Zhengxiong gave Tang Ye a thumbs-up, hung the medal around his own neck, and then proceeded to show off to the Manchester United fans beside him.

"Haha, Tom!"

Rodri walked over to Tang Ye, his pupils suddenly contracting: "Where's your medal?"

Tang Ye pointed downward: "I gave it to my dad."

"Oh, I thought they hadn't given you a medal, haha."

The Manchester United players all pressed their hands against the railing; Ten Hag picked up the trophy from the platform and walked to the center.

The trophy was handed to Ashley Young, and the Manchester United players made their preparations.

"Wow wow wow wow wow!"

"Three, two, one!"

"Wow!!!!!!"

Bang!

Bang bang bang!

Confetti exploded, and the image on the stadium's large screen changed at that moment.

【2017-18 Season English League Cup Champion: Manchester United】

"Haha!"

Tang Ye waved to the fans while Ashley Young passed the trophy to Carrick beside him.

At the start of the season, Carrick was actually Manchester United's captain, but because his form this season was insufficient to secure a starting spot, Ten Hag handed the captaincy to Ashley Young after the winter transfer window.

Although he was no longer the captain, Carrick had made many contributions to Manchester United; he deserved to be the second one to lift the trophy.

"Wow!"

"Haha!"

Tang Ye shouted loudly, and at that moment, the chewing gum in his mouth suddenly slipped out, falling straight off the railing.

Damn!

Tang Ye was thoroughly startled.

That's the stands below!

Pressing against the railing to look down, Tang Tang Zhengxiong's voice rose from below: "Holy shit!"

Tang Ye's chewing gum had stuck right onto Tang Tang Zhengxiong's hair.

"Hahaha!"

Realizing it was his own father who had been hit, Tang Ye breathed a sigh of relief and then burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Soon, he received the trophy from Rashford's hands.

Compared to the Copa del Rey and the Europa League trophies, the English League Cup champion trophy was, to be honest, a bit small.

But size was not the most important thing.

What mattered was that this was the result of Tom and his friends working hard together.

The first champion trophy of his Manchester United career.

"Look at me, look at me!"

Gripping the trophy's handles with both hands, Tang Ye began to gather his strength.

Get ready!

Tom was about to unleash his fiercest roar at this moment!

"Wow!!!!"

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Check Dongqiu Di Match Report: In the EFL Cup Final, Manchester United defeated Arsenal 3:0 to claim the championship.

(End of Chapter)