Chapter 670: Dortmund's First Title in Nine Years, Coach Escriva

"Here! Here!"

Bang!

Tang Ye completed the tackle on Arnold with one kick.

"Beep, beep, beep!!"

Just as the ball went out of bounds, the referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the match.

"The match is over!!"

"The final score is 4:1, Dortmund has taken the victory away from home!"

The commentary was loud, and the noisy sounds from the stadium came through the recording equipment into the ears of the fans in front of the television.

"Dear viewers in the livestream, this is the live broadcast of Matchday 31 of the 2020-21 Bundesliga season. After securing this victory, Dortmund has 84 points from 31 matches, clinching this season's Bundesliga title early!"

"That means, no matter what results Bayern achieves in the remaining 3 matches, they will have nothing to do with this season's Bundesliga title!"

On screen, Escriva charged onto the pitch with Marti.

"Vamos!!!"

"Roar!!!"

Bang!

A sliding kneel delivered right out!

Escriva's original intention was of course to do a sliding kneel, but having been retired for too long, his sliding kneel technique was really too terrible. He was supposed to slide across the grass, but unexpectedly ended up just kneeling on the grass.

"Ah!!"

"Ferran!"

Escriva let out a painful cry, and Marti hurriedly ran up from behind: "Are you okay, Ferran?"

"Fuck!"

Escriva crawled up from the grass, gritted his teeth, and charged toward where Tang Ye was.

Bang!

The two collided.

"Haha!"

Escriva kept patting Tang Ye's back, and Tang Ye exerted some force, directly lifting Escriva's entire body up.

"Dortmund!"

Bang bang!

"Dortmund!"

Bang bang bang!

"Champions! Champions!"

Reus couldn't find his way, stumbling around before finally reaching the away supporters' stand, and regardless of everything, let out a roar first.

"Champions!!!"

Tang Ye prepared to go to the away supporters' stand with Escriva to celebrate, but found that Escriva was holding on so tightly that he couldn't push him away no matter how hard he tried.

"Mr. Ferran?"

As the words left his mouth, Tang Ye felt Escriva's grip slowly loosen, so he took the opportunity to push him away.

Looking into Escriva's eyes, what Tang Ye saw was not excitement, but tears from Ferran's eyes.

"..."

"It's fine, it's fine."

Placing his hand on Escriva's shoulder, Tang Ye said softly: "It's just one Bundesliga, it's fine, come on, follow me, follow me."

Tang Ye felt Escriva was like an overly emotional child.

Fortunately, it wasn't a big problem, after all Tang Ye was already 22 years old, he was a thoughtful adult.

For a thoughtful and mature adult, taking care of a child wasn't much of a problem.

"Ball-heil! (Long live football)"

"Ball-heil!"

"Ball-heil!"

【Holy shit, damn】

【I told you, how could Langbao possibly beat Dortmund? Weren't they just thrashed in the end】

【Fun fact, Zhang Zhang Yuning played 2 matches and directly got a Bundesliga championship...】

【Tang Tang Qiuwang! I hereby announce that this year's Ballon d'Or winner has been born!】

【One Bundesliga championship and you're losing your minds】

【Oh oh oh, losing your minds again, do you know what 84 points from 31 matches means? Could your daddy Bayern even get 80 points after playing the entire season?】

"Marco!"

Arriving at the away supporters' stand, Tang Ye put one hand on Escriva's shoulder and extended the other to high-five Reus.

Haaland from the bench also walked over, the Norwegian grinning, looking at Tang Ye with a slightly creepy expression: "So I ended up freeloading a championship in the end, haha!"

"Sigh..."

Tang Ye spread his hands helplessly.

Having one child, Mr. Ferran, was already tiring enough.

Didn't expect Erling to also be a child.

So tiring...

But oh well!

Tang Ye and Haaland collided chest to chest.

When playing games, he always carried his friends to victory; naturally, it was the same when playing matches, as Tang Ye was not the stingy type unwilling to let others ride his coattails.

"Ferran? Hey! Ferran!"

Reus shouted at Escrivá several times, but received no response from the Dortmund head coach.

"He's been like this for the past few minutes!"

Tang Ye pointed at Escrivá, whom he was supporting: "I don't know what's wrong either; he must have suffered heatstroke."

Reus looked at Escrivá; the Spaniard's face showed no expression, yet tears kept streaming from his eyes.

This was certainly not heatstroke, as heatstroke would not cause such a severe reaction.

Barring any surprises, Escrivá must have been possessed by evil spirits.

This was the first top-five league championship of his coaching career; Escrivá had broken the curse hanging over him, and now he needed some time to contend with the evil forces before he could break through to a new realm!

Pushing Escrivá toward Reus, Tang Ye raised his hand to greet the fans in the stands.

While waving normally, Tang Ye suddenly frowned and looked at Haaland beside him: "The numbers don't seem right, do they?"

"Huh? What?"

"Haven't you noticed that there are slightly too many of our fans?"

Hearing Tang Ye say this, the Dortmund players on the field finally realized what was happening.

Damn it, this was clearly an away match, so why were half the people in the stands wearing yellow?

"Holy crap!"

Shouting suddenly, Tang Ye had obviously discovered something; he decisively pointed a finger, telling his teammates what he saw.

From several tunnels in the home stands, Dortmund fans kept rushing in, with the aggressive Dortmund diehards using their bodies to push aside security.

"Get away!"

"Wow!!!"

"Long live Dortmund!!!"

It looked chaotic, but in reality, these pitch-invading fans were organized and disciplined.

They had planned all of this long ago!

"Eh, it seems the scene is encountering some trouble..."

"Yes, although today is Wolfsburg's home match, we see that, um... the Volkswagen Arena seems to have been occupied by Dortmund fans."

【Tang Tang Qiuwang, run fast, they're coming for you!】

【Holy shit, I'm done; Tang Ye this idiot still hasn't realized it; won't he get gang-raped in a moment?】

【Hahaha, still celebrating here, run fast!】

【Sitting back and waiting for the show; I've already guessed what's going to happen next.】

The fans watching the broadcast guessed what was about to happen, but Tang Ye, who was on the pitch, was still passionately celebrating.

Together with Pogba and Sancho, the three stood in a row.

"Oh~ oh~ wow~~~"

Tang Ye imitated Pogba performing the Universe Shifting Art, after which the two slid into the moonwalk together.

"Oh, Michael Jackson!"

Reus joined the group.

The atmosphere reached its climax, but at that moment, Tang Ye suddenly stopped dancing.

His gaze turned toward the presidential box.

Thousands of Dortmund fans in the stands broke through the security line together, climbing down from the stands one after another.

It was just like... um, a zombie siege.

"Wow..."

Tang Ye stood in place.

A bit terrifying!