Chapter 376: Tang Ye Dreams of Roma Again at Midnight; Messi Requires 100 Million Pounds to Be Handed Over

Dongqiu Di pinned post: Romano states Barcelona hopes to exchange Messi for Tang Ye. (87,213 comments)

【Heavens, damn it!】

【Does Barcelona want my Tang Tang Qiuwang that badly?】

【Not gonna lie, if Barcelona adds a Tang Ye right now, Real Madrid would probably get pinned down and beaten; Tang Ye plus Suarez would be utterly invincible.】

【Now he's truly the world's number one midfielder.】

【Suggest Manchester United don't sell; Messi is a striker after all, and what Manchester United needs is a ball distributor.】

The news of exchanging Messi for Tang Ye sounded incredibly shocking.

But fans quickly realized something extraordinary.

Apart from Barcelona fans harboring a Messi complex, it seemed no one thought such a trade was unreasonable?

Hmm!

After three seasons of growth, my GGBond has finally become a superstar.

A star player worthy of being exchanged for Messi!

……

Thump thump!

Tang Ye knocked on the door of Sitting Like's office; upon entering, he found Sitting Like and Fan Fan Dejiahe in conversation.

"Mr. Sitting Like, Mr. Fan Fan Dejiahe."

Tang Ye walked over naturally and sat down beside Sitting Like.

Sitting Like put down what he was handling: "What's wrong, Tom?"

"Uh... well, I wanted to ask about the transfer window."

Tang Ye touched his face: "Does the club intend to trade me away?"

Sitting Like and Fan Fan Dejiahe exchanged a glance, then looked back at Tang Ye: "What do you mean? Do you want to go to Barcelona?"

"Barcelona is great, but I don't really want to go. I feel I haven't done enough at Manchester United yet," Tang Ye replied.

Currently, he had won only one title with Manchester United, and it was the League Cup, which carried little prestige.

For Tang Ye, who loved lifting trophies alongside his teammates, this was not very comfortable.

He wanted to prove himself at Manchester United!

Hearing Tang Ye's answer, a smile appeared on Sitting Like's face.

"That's right. This trade wasn't my idea; it came from the upper management. I don't know why they want to do this. Just know this: I will not trade you away. Hmm, not even in exchange for Messi."

Sitting Like's words revealed his dissatisfaction with the club's management, which Tang Ye could detect, though his attention remained fixed on the transfer.

Matters between the head coach and management had nothing to do with him as a player.

"Understood, Mr. Sitting Like."

Tang Ye stood up and high-fived Sitting Like.

"Oh, there's one more thing."

Just as Tang Ye was about to leave the office, Sitting Like called him back.

"What is it, Mr. Sitting Like?"

"The Dembélé you mentioned is Ousmane Dembélé. Mr. Fan Fan Dejiahe and I took a look; he indeed possesses great talent, a rare two-footed winger..."

Sitting Like flipped through the data on Dembélé organized by Fan Fan Dejiahe in his hands: "My point is, if we buy Dembélé, can you create synergy with him? I know you have a good relationship with Ousmane, but you haven't played together on the same team yet."

Since Mr. Sitting Like seemed inclined to buy Ousmane, Tang Ye hurriedly sat back down on the sofa.

"Of course we can play well together. Ousmane has excellent ball sense; I can deliver long passes or through balls, and I can also play possession football on his flank. You know, Mr. Sitting Like, those continuous one-two combinations—I can execute those with Ousmane. I have a feeling for it."

"Of course I can play well; Osman has excellent ball sense. I can deliver long passes or through balls, and I can also play possession football on his flank. You know, Mr. Sitting Like, it's that kind of continuous one-two combination—I can execute that with Osman; I have the feel for it."

"I have just one question: If you partner with Dembélé, can you produce better results than with Mata?"

"Hmm... Mata is also very formidable, but with Ousmane, our synergy could reach a higher level," Tang Ye gave an affirmative answer.

"Good, go to the cafeteria for now."

……

That evening, several Manchester United fans gathered at Ashley Young's home.

Tang Ye lay on the sofa while the TV broadcasted the Premier League Round 31 match between Mancheng and Brighton.

The current score was 1:1, and the match had reached the 82nd minute.

In another ten minutes, if Brighton failed to score, Mancheng would be declared the Premier League champions for this season once the match ended.

"Please, please, Brighton!"

Alai clasped his hands together, muttering under his breath.

When Brighton led in the first half, there was still light in Tang Ye's eyes, but now he had given up.

The fans still felt Brighton had a chance.

But professional players knew that Brighton had absolutely no way to score from here on.

"Damn it, hell..."

Tang Ye suddenly sat up as Ashley Young's wife walked over and handed him a plate of fruit.

"Oh, thank you, thank you."

Holding the fruit plate, Tang Ye watched the television screen, where Mancheng continuously launched attacks against Brighton, seeming capable of scoring at any moment.

This season, Brighton was exactly like this: starting fiercely, only to collapse in the second half!

Holding a fruit platter, Tang Ye watched the television before him, where Mancheng relentlessly launched attacks against Brighton, seeming poised to score at any moment.

This season's Brighton is just like this: they start off fierce, but once the second half begins, they fall apart!

"Beep, beep-beep!!!"

Finally, under the gaze of the Manchester United players, Mancheng drew 1:1 with Brighton.

At this moment, at the very bottom of the screen.

【2017-18 Premier League Champion: Manchester City】

The fans at the Etihad Stadium erupted into a frenzy!

"Damn."

Shaking his head, Tang Ye stood up from the sofa.

Ashley Young held his head in his hands, looking terrible: "Fuck, we shouldn't have watched this match; how could Mancheng possibly lose to Brighton? Fuck!"

Mata sat on the sofa, watching Ashley Young turn off the TV.

"Not watching the award ceremony?"

"Fuck, why watch the awards? That's theirs, not ours."

"That's true enough."

Mata shrugged.

Check Dongqiu Di pinned post: Drew 1:1 with Brighton; after 37 rounds with 97 points, Mancheng clinched the Premier League title one round early! (47,226 comments)

Attached: Premier League standings (as of Round 37)

1. Mancheng, 97 points.

2. Manchester United, 90 points. (One game fewer played)

3. Tottenham, 75 points.

4. Liwupu, 74 points.

5. Chelsea, 70 points.

【My heart aches for my GGBond】

【Manchester United should have spent more money in the summer window to buy a right winger; what's the point of always letting Mata pretend to be one?】

【Don't even mention it; even if Manchester United bought a right winger, they might not be able to beat Mancheng anyway. 97 points is truly heaven-defying; I feel like Mancheng has a chance to get 100 points?】

【My suspended heart is finally dead; from now on, let's focus solely on the FA Cup.】

Returning home in the evening, Tang Ye read fan comments on Twitter and Check Dongqiu Di.

He felt very uncomfortable, but surprisingly, the number of people blaming Manchester United was not as high as he had imagined.

Last season, Manchester United finished fourth with 70+ points after 38 rounds; this season, they are second with 90 points after 37 rounds.

In the eyes of the fans, Manchester United had already made significant progress.

In previous years, 90 points would absolutely have been enough to win a Premier League title.

Who could have expected that this season a heaven-defying team with 97 points after 37 rounds would emerge!

Public opinion among the fans was not bad, but missing out on the league title left Tang Ye in a poor mood.

He wanted to chat with Dembélé, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a bit sleepy, so Tang Ye decisively chose to go to sleep.

"Huff, huff!"

On the bed, Tang Ye was panting rapidly; this was because in his dream, he was crawling inside a pipe.

Tang Ye didn't know why he had appeared in this pipe, but he knew this was not where he should be.

Tomorrow, they would play against West Ham United.

He needed to crawl out of the pipe quickly!

Just as Tang Ye was crawling, a squeaking sound came from behind him.

"Holy crap!"

Tang Ye was startled; turning his head to look.

It was several small mice; the mice ran past him one by one.

So this pipe was actually a rat's nest!

Tang Ye finally understood; he must have been attracted by the rats here, which was why he ended up inside the pipe.

What he needed to do now was to crawl out quickly!

Otherwise, if the rats blocked the exit and he couldn't get out, it would be disastrous!

Tang Ye crawled forward inch by inch, crawling little by little.

It was exhausting, so exhausting, but the bright light ahead was getting closer and closer to him!

Tang Ye almost instinctively wanted to purchase Vardy Red Bull, but for some reason, although he muttered it several times in his heart, the system gave no reaction, as if it were temporarily on strike.

There was no choice but to rely on his own strength!

Reaching the exit of the pipe, suddenly a hand reached in from outside.

"Ugh!"

Tang Ye grabbed the hand; the person on the other side pulled hard, and Tang Ye finally managed to get out of the pipe.

"Holy crap, thanks, bro."

"Huff, huff..."

After catching his breath a few times, Tang Ye slowly lifted his head: "Bro, can I treat you to a meal... uh, er, Cristiano?"

The one who pulled him out of the pipe was none other than Manchester United senior C. Ronaldo!

"Thank you, Cristiano, but why are you here?"

C. Ronaldo did not answer Tang Ye's question, directly changing the subject: "Do you still want to stay in this rat's nest?"

"No, I've already come out."

Tang Ye pointed at the pipe behind him.

"That's not what I'm talking about. You know what I mean. I'm talking about where those rats Martial and Rashford live!"

Tang Ye widened his eyes, unsure why Cristiano was speaking this way.

"Cristiano, there's no need for that. Marcus and Anthony aren't rats. I've already told you once before; even though you're amazing, you can't insult my teammates."

Cristiano shook his head gently.

"I'm not insulting your teammates; I'm just telling you what you should do. I also come from Man Utd, and I love Man Utd. But as you know, it's impossible for the current Man Utd to win the Premier League title; this season's situation has already proven that."

"Leave the place where rats live and find a team that truly suits you. That is what you need to do."

"..."

Tang Ye kept shaking his head: "No, no, no, we can win the league title. We can win the league title. You have to believe in us. Even if this season didn't work out, next season..."

Before Tang Ye could finish speaking, Cristiano's expression suddenly became extremely ferocious, and he shoved Tang Ye back into the pipe.

"Damn!"

Startled, Tang Ye sat straight up in bed.

"Damn, damn..."

So it was just a dream...

Just like the last time he dreamed of Cristiano, Tang Ye was soaked in sweat again.

What an oppressive dream!

That damned Cristiano actually wanted Tang Ye to leave Man Utd.

Fleeing as a loser was not Tang Ye's style!

Clenching his hands tightly into fists, Tang Ye silently made a vow.

Although this season was nearly over,

next season he would pursue something greater!

Although the Cristiano in the dream wasn't the real Cristiano, Tang Ye would treat him as a real person.

Tang Ye needed to slap his face hard!

Time arrived at the day of the 31st-round makeup match between Man Utd and West Ham.

Click click!

Before the match began, the team's head coach Ten Hag accepted an interview with reporters.

"Regarding missing out on this season's Premier League title, Erik, do you have anything to say? We saw that Man Utd's performance this season was excellent, but unfortunately, you ultimately failed to surpass Mancheng."

Ten Hag shook his head quickly: "I know this is heartbreaking, but even the most excellent manager cannot complete the transformation of a team in just one or two years. Change takes time. We made mistakes this season, but that doesn't mean we will make mistakes next season."

"Mancheng seized the opportunity we yielded to them, which is a good thing; I am happy for Mancheng. Unfortunately, they won't be so comfortable next season."

It sounded somewhat arrogant, but considering this was Ten Hag, the reporters didn't find it strange.

"Can we talk about Tom? There are rumors that Barcelona wants to exchange Messi for Tom. This matter has caused quite a stir in the global football world. Is this news true?"

As the question was posed, all the reporters in the press room turned their cameras toward Ten Hag.

"If Barcelona wants Tang, I think it's possible."

Ten Hag nodded gently and held up one finger: "Messi plus 100 million Euros. Hmm... never mind, let's make it 100 million pounds instead. Messi plus 100 million pounds; that is the minimum requirement to exchange for Tang."

"I greatly admire Messi, but he is not Man Utd's future, so I can only say sorry."

Click!

Click click!

Sky Sports front-page headline—Ten Hag states Barcelona needs Messi plus 100 million pounds to exchange for Tom.

"Judging from Ten Hag's words, it seems the Man Utd management bypassed him to communicate directly with Barcelona. The club's hierarchy values the commercial worth on Messi, but a transfer still requires the head coach's opinion; Man Utd's hierarchy shouldn't have made such a mistake."

【Messi + 100 million pounds = Tang Ye, therefore Tang Ye > Messi!】

Logically speaking, any comparison involving Messi and Ronaldo would inevitably turn the comment section into a bloody battlefield.

However, due to the advantage of nationality, Tang Ye was a version T0-level existence in the Check Dongqiu Di comment section.

Comments like "Tang Ye < Messi" or "Tang Ye < Cristiano" would be obliterated the moment they appeared.

Regarding the player exchange, Chinese fans in the comment section preferred Tang Ye to transfer to Barcelona.

The reason was simple: Barcelona's squad was more mature compared to Man Utd's.

If Tang Ye filled the final piece of Barcelona's puzzle, this La Liga powerhouse would have hope to challenge for both the league and Champions League titles!

But with Messi plus 100 million pounds, was Barcelona really willing to pay so much?

"Beautiful! Tang Ye is very bold, going straight to the byline!"

"Cross!"

"Ashley Young at the far post!"

"Goal!"

"..."

Check Dongqiu Di match report: Man Utd drew 2-2 with West Ham; Tang Ye provided a precise assist and beat two defenders on the byline.

The score was 2-2, but fans could tell that Man Utd hadn't gone all out in this match, as starting defensive midfielder Rodri and starting striker Haller did not play.

With their second-place league ranking already secured, Man Utd had shifted all their focus to the FA Cup final against Chelsea.

For Chelsea, who were in the midst of a battle for a top-four spot, this was certainly not good news!

(End of Chapter)