Chapter 549: Will You Leave Manchester United Again, Mr. Ferran? It Seems Like

"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

"Come on, Manchester United, come on!"

De Jong and Tang Ye began retreating simultaneously, one to the left and one to the right.

De Jong gave a thumbs-up to the right.

Except for the Manchester United players on the field, probably no one else knew what that meant.

"Beep!"

Tang Ye started his run-up!

He swung his left leg up!

He made the motion of shooting.

Then, with a light touch, he passed the ball forward to Rodri.

This tactic was quite interesting...

Rodri trapped the ball under his foot, then quickly moved out of the way.

Tang Ye!

Bang!

A left-footed volley whipped out; the long-range shot surged forward at tremendous speed, sailing past Bürki and into the goal.

"Goooo——aaaa——lllll!!!"

"Goal!"

"A worldie!"

"Goal! That was a worldie from Tang Ye!"

2:1!

Thanks to this worldie, Manchester United completed their comeback against Dortmund!

"Roar!!!"

Arms spread wide, he sprinted forward quickly, and Tang Ye leaped straight into the air.

Hands raised high, he turned around!

The Manchester United fans knew what move he was about to make and were already ready.

At the instant Tang Ye landed.

"Siuuuu!!!"

Haha!

Tang Ye hugged the approaching Rodri: "Rode!"

Simply a perfect indirect free-kick combination.

To be honest, the feeling of scoring after such a clever combination was far better than scoring directly from a long-range shot!

"That's how it's done, Ousmane."

Tang Ye embraced Dembélé.

Master GG giving a live tutorial.

Long-range shots must be executed just like this.

Regardless of whether the angle is good or not, the ball speed must be fast.

Otherwise, even hitting the dead corner is useless!

After high-fiving his teammates one by one, Tang Ye walked to the area below the stands, pounded his chest with his fist, and then gave the fans a thumbs-up.

"Tom!"

"Viva Tom Tom! Forever Tom Tom!"

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Manchester United's set-piece tactic succeeded; Tang Ye scored directly with a left-footed long-range shot, bringing the score to 2:1!

"Let's look at the replay; hmm, this ball..."

"Dortmund probably didn't expect Manchester United to do this; from a god's-eye view, there was a gap in the center of the penalty area, and that's exactly the gap Tang Ye exploited."

This goal has to be counted as the goalkeeper's fault, because Dortmund's wall seemed a bit too pathetic.

Of course, it was mainly due to the coordination between the big brother and little brother duo.

This goal was the achievement of Manchester United's super midfield trio!

"M-U-F-C! (Manchester United Football Club)"

Bang bang!

"M-U-F-C!"

Bang bang bang!

On the big screen, Tang Ye was waiting in his position for the kickoff.

Only the last few dozen minutes remained until the end of the match.

Manchester United fans had a premonition that they were about to secure their second victory since Tang Ye's return!

"Come!"

Taking the ball from De Jong, Tang Ye decisively started drifting wide.

Pogba was marking him tightly, but that didn't matter.

Adjusting his position with small, quick steps, Tang Ye used his body to hold off Pogba.

Although Pogba looked very strong and stood 1.9 meters tall, upon actual contact, Tang Ye didn't feel the Frenchman's physical confrontation was particularly strong.

Hold him off directly!

Shielding the ball with his back, Tang Ye waited for De Jong to run past him.

Now is about right!

Pretending to try breaking free from Pogba, Tang Ye actually used his heel to knock the ball directly backward.

Passed to De Jong, who is pushing forward!

"Wow!!!"

De Jong is showcasing his ball-carrying ability.

Slap!

A long lofted pass sent to Dembélé!

"Dembélé!"

"He's gone down the line!"

"Hiss, Dortmund's full-back seems to be under immense pressure defending against Dembélé..."

Alternating between his left and right feet, the Manchester United winger inched closer to the defender.

Once in position, Dembélé shifted the ball from his left foot to his right, lowering his center of gravity.

Waiting for the defender to shift his weight.

Dembélé changed his center of gravity!

!

The defender tried to follow, but at that moment, Dembélé adjusted his weight again.

With two consecutive adjustments, Dembélé forcefully shook off his marker.

Slap slap!

Executing a one-two pass with Martial.

Martial!

Shot!

Boom!

The driven shot came out, but was cleared by Dortmund's well-positioned center-back.

"Oh!"

Dortmund's clearance was so borderline that the Manchester United fans could do nothing but accept it.

"Haha."

Tang Ye came over to high-five his teammates, then whispered to Dembélé, "Be bolder; you could have shot directly just now. It's fine."

As time slowly ticked past the 80th minute, Escrivá stood before the substitutes' bench, shaking his head repeatedly.

Sancho!

Passed to Brandt in the center!

Slap!

Brandt played a low, long pass to Götze, who controlled the ball before laying it off to Thorgan Hazard.

A very fluid sequence of play, one that most people wouldn't have anticipated.

But can I, Grandmaster GG, possibly be considered an ordinary person!

Blocking Thorgan's position, Tang Ye stuck close to the attacker, the two occasionally bumping shoulders.

Sensing a decent opportunity, Tang Ye deliberately gave up his position.

Adjusting before going back in.

Boom!

A very clean sliding tackle to win the ball!

Thorgan Hazard sat on the ground.

He could be called the most pitiful player of the match; on the left flank, not only did Wan-Bissaka slide tackle him, but even the opposing attacking midfielder ran over to tackle him.

"..."

"Beep, beep beep!"

The match ended, with the final score fixed at 2:1; Manchester United secured their third consecutive victory in the Champions League group stage.

Amidst the cheers of the fans, Tang Ye also activated his Champions League mission.

【You have obtained a Champions League phased mission, Stage One】

【Stage One Mission: Score 1 goal or provide 2 assists in the Champions League main tournament】

【Current Progress: Goals (1/1) / Assists (1/2)】

Status: Completed

Actually, his system had reacted when the first assist was made, but Tang Ye had overlooked it amidst the celebrations.

He could claim the reward now, but there was no rush; he would deal with that later.

Because now was the post-match acknowledgment ceremony!

The chant of "Glory Glory Man United" echoed through Old Trafford as Tang Ye chatted with Escrivá.

"Tom."

Escrivá patted Tang Ye's back: "Perhaps I shouldn't have talked trash at halftime."

"Haha, you said I wasn't playing well enough, Mr. Ferran. That's not my fault, is it?"

Tang Ye spread his hands, looking somewhat innocent, yet Escrivá still called him out.

"That is exactly your problem; I was just joking, but only you took it seriously!"

Escrivá squeezed Tang Ye's shoulder hard with his right hand: "Keep it up. I wish you success in this year's Champions League. Although you are only 20, I... hmm, I feel it's time for you to win a Champions League title and prove yourself. Haha!"

Escrivá pushed Tang Ye toward the stands: "Check your phone messages; let's go out for dinner tonight!"

"No problem..."

Manchester Evening News ratings after the Man Utd vs Dortmund Champions League match:

1. Tang Ye, 8 points. (MVP)

2. Dembélé, 7.5 points.

3. Rodri, 7.5 points.

4. Ale, 7 points.

Looking at the post-match ratings, it is very clear that Dembélé's form has been recovering rapidly in the last two matches.

However, some fans have also noticed that Dembélé's recovery in form has a limited scope.

Messi dribbling, a primary school student shooting—that is the most accurate portrayal of Dembélé right now.

The good thing is that aside from Wan-Bissaka, the shooting ability of the other players in the Man Utd squad is quite good, so Dembélé's problem is not fatal.

After these two matches, Dembélé has almost completely snatched the starting spot from Ye He.

Regarding this, Man Utd legend Keane said: "Having a stable starting performance is what a hundred-million-euro player should do, so for now I still maintain an observant attitude towards this signing."

"A forward who cannot shoot is definitely not a good forward."

These were the words Keane said on the program.

It is clear that this former Man Utd legend is somewhat dissatisfied with Ten Hag's decision to buy Dembélé for 110 million euros.

Tang Ye draped the Pogba jersey over his shoulders and slowly walked towards the locker room.

He was caught by staff along the way and redirected to the mixed interview zone.

"I haven't even received the MVP trophy yet..."

He felt today's flow was a bit problematic, but since the staff insisted, Tang Ye didn't mind.

Click-clack!

The interview zone today was packed with reporters to the point of numbness; the continuous flashlights gave Tang Ye a major headache.

The reason there were so many reporters at the Derby was that the Derby itself was highly anticipated, and moreover, it was Tang Ye's first match of the new season upon his return.

So why were there so many reporters at this match?

Tang Ye didn't know, but he would find out soon enough.

"Tom, your odds are the highest among the 30 names on this year's Ballon d'Or list, higher than Fan Daike and Messi."

The reporter, following a script prepared long ago, spoke quickly: "Moreover, you are the only player among the 30 with odds under 2.0."

Judging by the odds, most fans (or rather, fans who like betting) favor Tang Ye to win the Ballon d'Or, so the reporter wanted to interview the person concerned for their opinion.

Does the person concerned, GG Bond, share the same view as the fans?

"Hiss... well, I think that's hard to say, because no one knows the current voting situation."

Tang Ye pinched his chin with his hand.

"I think I've played quite well this year, but the result should only be known in December."

"If you don't win the award in the end, will you feel regret?"

"Haha, definitely."

The reporter asked a completely unnecessary question: "I definitely hope to win the award, and then... I think I still have quite a good chance."

"Then putting yourself aside, who do you think will rank higher, Messi or Fan Daike?"

"..."

Tang Ye thought of the words his teammate had said to him before.

"I think it's Messi, because I know he has 36 goals. As for assists, I forgot the assists, so I don't know."

The reporter's questions first pointed to the Ballon d'Or, and then asked Tang Ye about his goals for the Champions League and the league.

Tang Ye's answer was the same as last season: Man Utd needs to strive for both the league and the Champions League titles simultaneously.

Check Dongqiu Di match report: Tang Ye delivers another through-ball again, form scorching hot after return, Man Utd 2-1 overturns Dortmund to firmly secure first place in Group B. (73,291 comments)

2019-20 season Champions League group stage standings (Group B):

1. Man Utd, 9 points.

2. Dortmund, 4 points.

3. Lille, 3 points.

4. Shakhtar Donetsk, 1 point.

So far this season, Man Utd has lost only one match (the Community Shield) and drawn one (the Premier League); they have won all other matches.

Two hours after the end of the third round of the group stage, fans were still gathered near the stadium, shouting slogans for a treble in the new season.

At this moment, in a restaurant in Manchester, Tang Ye and Escrivá clapped hands and sat down face-to-face.

"Shall we drink?"

"Mm, of course."

Tang Ye fumbled through the menu, randomly pointed at a few interesting dishes based on the pictures, and then handed the menu to Escrivá.

"You're playing a match in a few days, right? Are you sure you want to drink? Do you want to check the schedule first?"

Escrivá suggested, but his suggestion was rejected by Tang Ye.

"Just drink a little, and Mr. Ferran, I'll be fine after a sleep."

After ordering, Tang Ye leaned back in his chair, hands supporting the back of his head, looking quite relaxed.

"That's true."

Escrivá nodded: "Your hopes for this season are very high; the front line, midfield, and back line are all complete. Hmm... the back line is slightly weaker, but it's enough."

"Haha, you've been playing long passes, jumping in midfield, and hitting the backcourt—Mr. Ferran, you're terrible!"

Tang Ye joked.

Barring any surprises, Escrivá's approach would offer some inspiration to Premier League teams, forcing Manchester United to make certain adjustments next.

"Oh, my fault, my fault, haha."

Escrivá shook his head gently: "Um... well, Tom, I have a question. It's nothing major, but I feel it might be a bit sensitive."

"Hmm?"

"Earlier you told me you weren't planning to leave for now; just how long is this 'for now'?"

Escrivá suddenly lifted his head, staring straight into Tang Ye's eyes.

Previously, Tang Ye had said he had no intention of leaving Manchester United for the time being because he and his friends hadn't yet obtained what they deserved at the club.

Escrivá had expressed understanding, so he could wait.

But on the day of the double-red derby, seeing the letter "C" after Tang Ye's name on the starting lineup, Escrivá simply couldn't wait any longer.

Not leaving in the first year was unavoidable, since Manchester United hadn't yet won the Premier League title.

Not leaving in the second year was also understandable, since Manchester United hadn't yet won the Champions League.

So, if they won the Champions League in the third year, would he leave then?

That didn't seem right.

Because GGbond had become captain in the third year!

"Well, uh..."

Tang Ye placed his hand on the table.

To be honest, Escrivá's question put him in a difficult spot, and the Spanish coach clearly noticed: "Oh, it's fine, it's fine; I was just asking casually."

"It's alright, Mr. Ferran."

Tang Ye shared his thoughts with Coach Escrivá: "I feel I fit in very well at Manchester United; I have no intention of leaving anymore."

Tang Ye's true thought was that he would win the Champions League with Manchester United, and then win the Ballon d'Or (if possible).

"Phew..."

Escrivá let out a sigh.

He knew he had made a huge mistake.

If he wanted to demand Tang Ye from Manchester United, he should have had Dortmund make their move at the end of the first Premier League season.

Now, after staying for over two years, an invisible thread had already connected Tang Ye and Manchester United.

This was very bad.

Because of the existence of this thread, Escrivá trying to snatch him away now was harder than climbing to the heavens.

"Sir, your drinks."

Escrivá took the two bottles of beer, then prepared to ask for a bottle opener.

"No need, I'll do it."

Tang Ye suddenly stood up, signaling Escrivá to hold the bottles up.

Then Tang Ye stepped back, assuming a posture as if preparing to go all out.

"You... what are you going to do?"

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Ferran; hold them steady."

"..."

Whoosh...

Taking a deep breath, Tang Ye aimed carefully.

Turn!

Slap!

With one kick, he precisely knocked off the beer bottle caps.

"Wow..."

Escrivá nodded: "My mistake; it seems we don't need a bottle opener."

(End of Chapter)