Chapter 599: We Are Heading to Lisbon Next; We Will End

【"DUCK!!!!"】

【"De Gea, boo-hoo-hoo, tears in my eyes. Who said ducks can't save penalties!"】

【"Cloud fan: De Gea's penalty saving isn't even as strong as Tang Ye's. I'm literally dying of laughter; they compare everything to Tang Ye."】

【"What's Arsenal even playing at? Even the combined forces of Messi and Ronaldo can't save Arteta now."】

【"Messi and Ronaldo combined can't save Arteta, but Tang Ye can! I'll bring some mushrooms from my hometown; once Tang Ye eats them, he won't be able to tell which goal is which, guaranteeing a win for Arsenal."】

Arsenal's situation was getting worse and worse; it looked like they were about to gg.

When the weak have no hope, they always garner sympathy, leading many fans now to offer strategies for Arsenal, brainstorming various ways to help them win.

Getting some Yunnan mushrooms for Tang Ye to swallow, the more toxic the better, is a decent idea; it's just that Yunnan is really quite a distance from London, and by the time the mushrooms were transported there, Arsenal's season would have been over for a day.

Or... since it happens to be raining in London, if a lightning bolt could strike ggbond on the head and send him to a magical otherworld, then Arsenal could also win.

Between these two methods, the second one was obviously far more feasible.

But...

Arteta looked up at the sky.

Today was just an ordinary rainy day.

The Arsenal manager did not see the lightning bolt of hope.

"A set-piece opportunity... this ball is probably going to Rashford."

"Is Tang Ye in the penalty area?"

"Damn it, Ten Hag, don't pull any stunts!"

Manchester United employed a relatively new tactic.

Let's see what the situation is.

Rashford!

Bang!

A free kick struck out, bypassing the wall and shooting directly at goal.

The ball was blocked by Martinez.

However, the clearance wasn't completely clean, as Dembélé, lurking at the far post, successfully managed to snatch the ball.

"Tom!"

A short, straight pass pushed out, setting up Tang Ye very comfortably.

This was one of Dembélé's abilities, an assist capability comparable to that of a midfielder.

Tang Ye!

Slap!

With his left foot, he executed a rainbow flick, launching the ball skyward toward the goal, only for it to be blocked again by an Arsenal defender.

Fuck!

Just as fans thought Manchester United's attack was over, a defensive error directly allowed Rashford to gain possession of the ball.

Again, it went to Tang Ye!

Here it comes!

Tang Ye faced Rashford, welcoming the incoming ball.

Right foot raised!

Bang!

He used his heel to kick the ball toward the goal.

This shot was struck so suddenly that Tang Ye successfully managed to nutmeg Martinez because of it.

"Goal!"

"Holy shit! King Tang Ball! A goal worthy of the Ball King!"

"3:0!!!"

The imagined scenario of Arsenal pulling one back did not happen; instead, Manchester United had found another scoring opportunity.

From 2:0 to 3:0, Manchester United could be said to have completely achieved dominance over the match.

This was evident from Arteta's reaction.

After Manchester United scored their third goal, the Arsenal manager shook his head and then sat back down in his seat.

Clearly, he had already given up hope for the match.

It was no longer a matter of lightning; even if a lightning bolt struck Tang Ye down, Arsenal still wouldn't win.

【"Brace achieved; you have gained an additional 30 Counterattack Points."】

"Woohoo!!"

Pushing off sequentially with both legs to jump up, Tang Ye stepped onto the advertising boards and spread his arms toward the scattered Manchester United fans in the stands.

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Bravo United!"

Clap clap clap!

Fans rushed down from the upper stands, eager to get up close and personal with the Manchester United players on the field.

"Go back, go back!"

On-site security, wearing masks, signaled for Tang Ye to leave quickly.

"Go back, go back!"

"Haha."

Shaking his head, Tang Ye high-fived Rashford, then held up three fingers to Dembélé: "Three championships, three!"

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: 82nd minute, Aubameyang's long-range shot from outside the arc went high; the score remained 3-0, with Manchester United leading.

"Champion!"

"We are the champions! (We are the champions)"

"Undefeated champions! (Undefeated champions)"

Although few in number, this did not dampen the Manchester United fans' enthusiasm for singing.

Meticulous to the last detail, they even inserted the element "We Arsenal are undefeated" into the lyrics.

Arteta felt terrible.

The players on Arsenal's bench also felt terrible.

But they were powerless to change it.

Nketiah and Bukayo Saka sat on the bench, both making the exact same motion, propping their elbows against their thighs.

"It's over."

Nketiah sighed; Martinelli contracting COVID-19 had dealt Arsenal a heavy blow.

Bukayo Saka shook his head: "There's still a little time left. Do you think the coach will let me go on?"

Although defeat was inevitable, Bukayo Saka still hoped for a chance to play.

This was Arsenal's final match of the season, and Bukayo Saka wanted to personally experience the Premier League king of this campaign.

What exactly was Manchester United like now?

Bukayo Saka didn't know, and at this point, it seemed he wouldn't get the chance to find out.

"..."

"Beep, beep-beep!!!"

"Full time!!!"

"Manchester United! Manchester United are the champions!"

"Brothers, the Treble!!!"

【Witnessing History】

【Witnessing History!!】

Manchester United fans were undoubtedly the happiest, especially those who had become fans in recent seasons specifically because of Tang Ye; they would be even happier.

Witnessing history every single season—that was the current state of Manchester United fans.

One moment they were winning the Ballon d'Or, the next they were securing a triple crown of the Premier League, EFL Cup, and FA Cup, as if no team in all of England could stop Manchester United anymore.

"Wow!!!"

Tang Ye, Dembélé, along with Ziyech and De Jong, all performed sliding knee celebrations together; between the four of them, there were a full twelve stripes.

An opponent's sliding knee celebration was mockery, a direct confrontation.

But a teammate's sliding knee celebration was different; this was joy, and moreover, the sharing of joy.

"Calm down, Dembélé, this is just a small championship."

Tang Ye rubbed his nose, acting like someone experienced in such matters.

Tang Ye told Dembélé that the FA Cup title was merely a small championship.

Why say that?

Because since joining Manchester United, Tang Ye had won every single FA Cup title.

The Treble meant not only the three titles of the Premier League, EFL Cup, and FA Cup, but also the FA Cup three-peat for the years 2018, 2019, and 2020!

During the runner-up award ceremony, the Manchester United players stood in two rows, waiting for this year's FA Cup runners-up to approach the podium to receive their awards.

"Tom."

Bukayo Saka hugged and shook hands with Tang Ye, then requested Tang Ye's jersey from this match.

"To be honest, I really want to play against you."

"Haha, next season."