Chapter 612: Europe's New King Steps Onto His Throne

Pinned: 5-1 sweep of Barcelona, Manchester United crowned champions of Europe at Old Trafford!

【Saint Teng!!!】

【Damn, I won't be able to sleep tonight.】

【Sleep my ass, it's already past 5 AM; wait until after the award ceremony.】

【Tang Tang Qiuwang, a god!】

【Lewandowski's Ballon d'Or dream is shattered; what a pity, what a pity, but against my ggbond, he truly had no chance.】

【240 million? 2.4 billion!】

"Huff, huff..."

The sound of players gasping for breath echoed continuously across the pitch, and including Tang Ye, at least five Manchester United players had shed tears.

The most dramatic of all was Ashley Young; the former Manchester United captain sat on the ground, his entire body curled up, covering his head with both arms.

Tang Ye slowly walked over.

He originally hadn't intended to disturb Ashley Young, but upon second thought, Tang Ye felt he couldn't leave Ashley Young alone crying on the ground.

He was the captain, and comforting teammates was one of the captain's duties.

"Young!"

Tang Ye knelt on one knee; Ashley Young looked up at Tang Ye, and even more tears streamed down.

"Huff, huff, huff-huff, Tom."

"..."

"Hey, it's alright, Young!"

Tang Ye opened his arms and embraced Ashley Young: "We are the Champions League winners, Young."

Ashley Young lifted his head, staring straight into Tang Ye's eyes: "Tom..."

"I keep my promises."

Tang Ye gave a thumbs-up, then ruffled Ashley Young's hair again.

"Huff..."

Rodri beside Tang Ye also knelt down; after briefly comforting Ashley Young, Tang Ye took Rodri to find Ten Hag.

According to scientific data, Ten Hag should still be contagious at this moment, but the season had already ended.

Moreover, Tang Ye had great confidence in his own body; he believed that his and Rod's antibodies were strong enough.

"Mr. Sitting Like."

Tang Ye opened his arms; Ten Hag took a step back, hesitated, and then finally embraced Tang Ye.

The Manchester United manager kept patting Tang Ye's back: "Well done, well done..."

"Haha, it was too easy."

Tang Ye put on an expression of great ease.

However, this ease was only for the present moment.

From the start of the semi-final match to the end of the final, the pressure in the hearts of the Manchester United players had not been lifted even a little.

Ten Hag placed his hand on Tang Ye's shoulder, leaned his head in, and whispered in Tang Ye's ear: "You are a legend now."

"Haha, you are a legend too, Mr. Sitting Like."

The camera panned over, focusing on Messi squatting on the grass.

Although he did not have tears in his eyes like some of the Barcelona players, Messi's expressionless face evoked a feeling of heartache in others.

Messi was not crying, but his fans knew how broken he was right now.

"Actually, looking at Messi's current age, and with his contract with Barcelona about to expire, this is very likely Messi's last chance to compete for the Ballon d'Or..."

The commentator sighed.

Just as the two commentators were chatting, Tang Ye walked toward Messi, preparing to comfort this rival he had competed against for so many years.

But he was stopped by Mata.

"It will cause misunderstandings."

Mata did not let Tang Ye walk in front of Messi, because this action could be misunderstood by fans as mocking Messi's fall from grace.

"..."

Tang Ye took Mata's advice, standing still with his hands on his hips.

To be honest, he didn't really like this feeling.

Previously, his relationships with Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi had been very good; indeed, every time he attended an award ceremony, Cristiano Ronaldo would actively greet him.

But those memories of the past were disappearing bit by bit.

After Cristiano Ronaldo's communication with him decreased, Messi also became distant from him, so distant that even when his opponent lost a match, Tang Ye could not walk up to offer comfort.

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

Hundreds of Manchester United fans in the stands shouted Tang Ye's name at the top of their voices; when the camera panned over, fans watching the broadcast noticed that all the FIFA officials on the podium were walking downward.

Clearly, the Champions League trophy presentation ceremony was about to begin!

Setien remained silent, merely leading the Barcelona players to take their positions in front of the tunnel, preparing to line up and welcome this season's Champions League winners.

"Unexpected."

Mata and Ashley Young stood together; these two guys could be considered Manchester United veterans.

Mata shrugged: "To be honest, I don't even know how we won; I only played 30 minutes in the knockout stage, and then we won the championship 5-1."

Ashley Young deeply resonated with Mata's words and laughed: "Haha, a win is a win; as for why we won..."

Ashley Young turned around and quickly spotted Tang Ye and Dembélé arguing.

"Hey, Osman."

In the player tunnel, Tang Ye shoved Dembélé: "Just admit I carried you to victory."

"Screw that! If I hadn't broken through, how would you have gotten any assists? All three of your assists were 100% watered down."

"..."

Ashley Young turned back, shrugging: "How we won the championship? You'll have to ask those two kids."

Clap, clap, clap!

Clap, clap, clap, clap!

Amid the unwilling applause of the Barcelona players, Mr. Sitting Like led the Manchester United players out of the tunnel to receive Barcelona's ceremony of respect.

Tang Ye shook hands with Piqué, then turned to glance at Messi as he approached him; the Argentine was looking at him too.

"..."

Tang Ye couldn't tell whether Messi actually wanted to shake his hand; after careful thought, he decided to drop the idea to avoid awkwardness.

"Let's go!"

Rodri knew what Tang Ye was thinking and pushed him forward.

"China Central Television! We are bringing you live coverage of the award ceremony for the 2019–20 UEFA Champions League. As you can see, Manchester United's head coach, Erik Sitting Like, is leading the players into the venue!"

Mr. Sitting Like stepped onto the podium, with Tang Ye following closely behind.

For some reason, Mr. Sitting Like struck up a conversation with Infantino, who was in charge of presenting the awards, leaving Tang Ye nervously shaking his leg on the spot.

"Mr. Erik."

Tang Ye urged him.

"Oh, haha!"

Mr. Sitting Like clapped Tang Ye on the hand and yielded his place.

"This is yours."

Infantino hung the medal symbolizing championship honor around Tang Ye's neck.

【UEFA Champions League】

Based on Tang Ye's experience, this medal was undoubtedly gold-plated as well.

Tang Ye didn't know exactly how much gold was inside the medal, but he was certain that his medal held substantial weight in value.

A 5–1 thrashing of Barcelona in the final was no joke!

"Wow-hoo!"

Haller gripped his medal with his right hand, raised it high, and signaled the photographers below to take his picture: "Winning a championship by lying down is so comfortable. Fuck, haha!"

Haller was mocking himself, but for some reason, Mr. Sitting Like glared at him from beside, leaving Haller speechless for quite a while.

"What did you do?"

Ye He felt his own medal, looking at Haller's embarrassed expression; the latter helplessly whispered, "Did I really just lie down and win?"

"Yeah, and so did I. Doesn't matter. A championship is a championship; who cares if you won it by lying down."

Ye He's words lifted the burden from Haller, who then joined the team in celebration.

The players lined up in three rows; Tang Ye gestured for everyone to move closer, otherwise it wouldn't feel right.

Mr. Sitting Like received the Champions League trophy from Infantino and squeezed into the lineup: "Come on, Tom!"

Mr. Sitting Like handed the trophy to Tang Ye, who firmly grasped its two large handles with both hands—the most distinctive feature of the Champions League trophy.

Teammates nearby were already jeering, but Tang Ye wasn't in a hurry; he simply gazed at the trophy before him.