Chapter 665: Tang Ye Betrays His Master: Three Heroes Battle Lu Bu in the Champions League Semi-Finals?

Crack! Crack!

In the stands, fans kept taking photos of Ten Hag and Escrivá, hoping the two would start fighting again.

Regrettably, on-site security was extremely tight, and moreover, neither of them actually intended to fight.

Ten Hag deliberately avoided Escrivá, and Escrivá had no intention of initiating conversation with Ten Hag either.

A very subtle relationship had formed between the two, to the point where one could not judge what was going on in their minds.

Escrivá likely wanted revenge, but he felt now was not the time; and truth be told, after calming down from the brawl, Escrivá was convinced he should not let things with Ten Hag become too strained.

"Ferran, we've advanced!"

"Fuck your Dortmund!"

"Black ref, black ref!"

"Eric, what the fuck are you good for!"

"..."

Seeing that no fistfight was forthcoming, fans on both sides immediately began spewing profanities.

Tang Ye looked up at the away stand, only then noticing something hung up at the very top of the stands by the fans.

【TY】

【NO MERCY】

Tang Ye, show no mercy!

This slogan hadn't been visible at kickoff; it was likely something the Dortmund fans had hastily put together in the second half.

Facing their former club, the Dortmund fans hoped Tang Ye would show no pity to his opponents and play even harder.

And Tang Ye had indeed unleashed his full capabilities.

But...

Hmm, Tang Ye was not as happy as one might imagine right now.

"Hey!"

Reus placed a hand on Tang Ye's shoulder, saying amidst the noise, "Let's go back first; it's fine, it's fine."

Reus seemed to have noticed Tang Ye's tears, so together with Piszczek, he actively moved in front of Tang Ye to block the cameras from this former teammate as much as possible.

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

Boos and cheers coexisted as players from both sides successively returned to the locker room.

"Beautiful!"

Escrivá walked in from outside with his hands raised, expressing his joy over this victory to the players the moment he opened the door.

"Wow!!!"

Pogba sprayed water onto Escrivá.

"Oh, shit! Haha!"

Escrivá was wearing an expensive suit, yet he acted extremely excited despite being drenched.

Nothing was more important than advancing to the Champions League semi-finals!

The television was playing highlights of the match.

"Wow, Tom!"

"Just gave it to him!"

"Haaland scores!"

"..."

"Jesus, Tang Ye has completely smashed Manchester United!"

"No match at all, another dribble past! Beautiful, Tang Ye!"

Escrivá, celebrating ecstatically, slowly calmed down and noticed Tang Ye crouching in the corner.

Tang Ye's body was curled into a ball, a pale red hue surrounding both his eyes, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Beside him came the sound from the television.

"Wow!!! Tom, holy shit! An forward run from Tang Ye!"

"Wan-Bissaka's tackle was useless!"

"Rainbow flick! Beautiful!"

"Goal!!!"

"Tang Ye, giving a masterclass on playing as a winger on both flanks; who would have thought Manchester United would concede three goals in a row!"

Escrivá:...

Realizing something was wrong, Escrivá gave Matti a look; the latter tried to come over and turn off the display screen.

However, after trying, Matti discovered there was no power-off button on this display screen at all; since it was mounted on the wall, one couldn't even unplug it.

"Tang Ye has beaten the shit out of Manchester United; apart from Rodri and De Jong, the other players in Manchester United's defense basically had no way to deal with Tang Ye's long passes."

"Oh, straight to the byline, Manchester United's defense has exploded again!"

"Come on! Eric! What the hell are you doing!"

Escrivá looked at Matti, and Matti was looking at Escrivá.

The English commentary stream was indeed quite harsh, basically saying whatever came to mind.

Matti lifted his right leg and, leveraging the noisy shouts and music in the locker room, kicked the display screen directly, smashing it.

Bang!

"Tom, zzzt... zzzzt..."

"If Manchester United doesn't find... a way... zzzt."

"Tang Ye has already blown Manchester United apart, zzzt... blown them apart... zzzt, zzzt..."

Matti looked a bit awkward, glancing at Escrivá; the Dortmund head coach stepped up and kicked the display screen again.

Bang!

The glass screen shattered completely, and only then did it finally fall silent.

Creak—

The locker room door was pushed open, and a young man wearing a UEFA volunteer jacket walked in.

"TY, you need to collect the MVP trophy."

UEFA Official: Tang Ye named Man of the Match for the second leg between Manchester United and Dortmund.

Dongqiu Di Match Report: Away 3:1 comeback, Dortmund defeats Manchester United 7:5 on aggregate to advance to the Champions League semi-finals; Tang Ye scores three and assists three across both legs, successfully slaying his former club. (Comments: 238,482)

【Greatness needs no words】

【When you thought Manchester United earning 70 million by loaning out Tang Ye was a profit, Tang Ye would personally stop Manchester United at the quarter-finals】

【Four Champions League seasons, one title and three quarter-final exits; Manchester United's distribution of results is a bit strange】

【Dortmund really played somewhat unreasonably in this second leg, and what the hell is up with Manchester United playing worse at home than away?】

【Once Dembélé came off, Rashford immediately revealed his true form; did you see him complete a single dribble?】

"Rodri..."

Tang Ye encountered Rodri in the player tunnel and merely exchanged a greeting without walking over.

At this moment, Rodri was wearing the Manchester United captain's armband; upon seeing Tang Ye, he first froze, then after a moment's thought, actively approached.

Rodri embraced Tang Ye: "I don't know what to say, but right now I need to congratulate you."

Being eliminated by one's best brother is unacceptable for a competitive player like Rodri.

But the Spanish defensive midfielder is also a guy who thinks calmly.

In the first leg, Manchester United lost to luck, eventually conceding three consecutive goals.

But the second leg wasn't about luck; by the second half, Manchester United was basically suppressed in every aspect by Dortmund.

What else can you do about that?

After bidding farewell to Rodri, Tang Ye arrived at the mixed interview zone where reporters were already ready; more than forty people immediately started snapping photos at Tang Ye.

"TY, reaching the Champions League semi-finals is already a miracle for Borussia Dortmund; how do you feel right now?"

"TY, did you ever imagine advancing to the semi-finals in this manner?"

"What does it feel like to personally send Manchester United packing?"

"Do you consider this a betrayal, TY?"

"..."

There were too many questions from the reporters, making Tang Ye's mind a bit chaotic.

"I know, I'm sorry, but please, quiet down first!"

His voice suddenly grew louder, and the interview zone finally became somewhat quieter; Tang Ye gritted his teeth: "First, I don't consider this a betrayal because I need to play for Dortmund; these are the rules. But I believe I need to... um, apologize to the Manchester United fans."

Hiss...

Taking a deep breath, Tang Ye adjusted his emotions: "I had thought we might meet Manchester United in the knockout stage, but to be honest, I thought we would most likely lose, so initially I didn't even think about winning."

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