Chapter 681: Isn't It Just 75 Million Euros? Small Change

Check Dongqiu Di Match Report: Dortmund wins the second leg at home 1:2, eliminates Mancheng 7:6 on penalties, and miraculously advances to the Champions League final! (252,342 comments)

Undoubtedly, this is a historic moment belonging to Borussia Dortmund.

"Ole! Ole ole oh~~"

"Ole!! Ole ole ola~~~~"

As the Mancheng fans gradually filed out, Westfalen ultimately belonged only to the over 70,000 Dortmund supporters in the stands.

"Dortmund!"

"Dortmund!"

Tang Ye and Escrivá arrived below the stands, triggering screams from the corresponding section of fans.

"Come here."

Tang Ye flicked the match ball up from the grass: "Who wants this ball! Tell me!"

"Oh!!!"

"Here, here!"

"Tom!!!"

"Shit!!"

"..."

Tossing it into the air, Tang Ye feigned a long pass, but his volley swung through empty air.

Well, actually, it was a fake move.

"Haha!"

Catching the ball, Tang Ye went below the stands and found the young fan who had just greeted him.

He handed over the match ball, then patted the young fan's hair.

Clutching the ball with both hands, the young fan glanced at the father standing behind him, then looked back at Tang Ye: "Thank you, Tom!"

"Oh, it's just a ball, no problem!"

Tang Ye waved his hand.

Although it was a Champions League match ball, it was only worth a few hundred euros; there was really no need to say thank you for such a small gift.

"No, I mean, thank you for leading us to the final."

"..."

The young fan's words left Tang Ye stunned on the spot, and the child hadn't even finished speaking yet.

"I started watching Dortmund matches when I was three; this is our first time reaching the final. Thank you, Tom."

"..."

Tang Ye still made no move, while Escrivá beside him stared straight at him.

Sometimes being young has its advantages; children can easily say things that adults are too shy to utter.

"It's okay! (No problem)"

"Oh!"

Realizing he had used the wrong language, Tang Ye shook his head, repeated what he had just said in German, then patted the child's hair again: "This is the result of our joint efforts; if possible..."

Tang Ye thought for a moment, then looked at the child's father: "May I invite you both to watch the final?"

Hm?

The father paused for a second, finally reacting amidst the screams of people nearby: "Oh, oh, of course!"

"Mm, don't rush off just yet; someone will come to find you shortly."

Tang Ye said, waving goodbye to the father and son.

Together with Haaland, he threw both hands upward, signaling the fans in the stadium to get hyped!

"Wow!!!"

"Dortmund!"

"Champions!"

"Borussia Dortmund are the champions!"

The scene was like a flare being ignited; thick fog soon covered Westfalen.

The fog was so dense that Haaland could no longer see anything clearly.

"Tom, where is the players' tunnel? Oh, shit, haha!"

Tang Ye held his arm over his forehead to keep the thick fog from irritating his eyes: "I can't see either."

"You can't see either?"

Haaland took a deep breath: "Then we can't get out, haha!"

"Vamos!"

Arriving in the locker room, Tang Ye let out a roar the moment he saw Escrivá.

"Wow!"

"Tom!"

Reus embraced Tang Ye; just as they were patting each other's backs, piercing DJ music suddenly blared in the room.

"Oh! Sorry, sorry!"

Forgetting to adjust the volume first, Pogba quickly twisted the knob to turn it down.

"No, no, don't turn it down! Just like this!"

Hummels stopped Pogba: "Turn it up! It's too quiet; what's the point of listening? Boring!"

"OK, leave it to me."

With that, Pogba adjusted the volume to what he felt was appropriate, and DJ music began to play.

But this song was clearly not what Pogba wanted to hear; the Frenchman could be seen selecting a track on his phone.

"Here it comes!"

"What are we singing? What are we singing?"

Tang Ye rubbed his hands together, appearing somewhat excited.

"Deng deng, deng deng deng, deng deng deng deng deng!"

After hearing just the first phrase of the melody, Tang Ye suddenly froze in place.

"Oh! GGBond!!!!"

"Hey, Paul! What the f*** is this!"

Tang Ye spread his hands: "Change it!"

"No no, just this one, just this one!"

Tang Ye wanted to switch to a celebratory song, but the other players in the locker room naturally disagreed.

Reus blocked Tang Ye's path, preventing the latter from approaching the speakers: "Haha, can't change it! This song is the most suitable!"

"Yeah!"

Pogba raised both hands: "Oh GGBond! Fairy~tale↑hero! (GGBond, a hero in a fairy tale)"

"F***!"

"You can't arbitrarily change the English version; that's copyright infringement, and besides, this isn't a song for celebrations!"

"Wow!!!!"

A master is indeed a master, possessing incredibly powerful strength.

But his opponents were simply too numerous.

Overwhelmed by numbers, even someone as strong as the master had no way to turn the tide against the odds.

"Hehehe! Don't underestimate the big belly!"

"When it comes to bravery and cleverness, he is first-rate!"

"Hey hey hey, don't try to act tough in front of him!"

"Once any evildoers see him~they scramble aside~~~"

"And he is very simple~~~~"

……

"Tom, in your opinion, speaking from your perspective, which is the easier opponent to deal with: Mancheng or Manchester United?"

"Or rather, defeating which team would be simpler for you?"

"……"

The reporter thrust the microphone at Tang Ye; the whole point was to throw the script out the window.

Although Tang Ye was a disciple of Ten Hag, even Ten Hag himself could not have anticipated such a question.

"Both Mancheng and Manchester United are excellent teams; as you've seen, we had a very tough match. But... if I absolutely had to choose one, I think Manchester United would be the more difficult opponent to deal with."

Click click

Escrivá glanced at Tang Ye beside him.

Tom was still his old self, primarily concerned with giving face to acquaintances.

The reporter had probably guessed what Tang Ye would say before even asking the question; he was just waiting for a video record of it.

"Dortmund's journey through the Champions League knockout stage has been quite arduous, which means the gap in strength between you and the several teams in the knockout round wasn't actually that large. So what successfully helped you advance to the final in the end?"

"Well..."

"We are very clear about the team's objectives; we know what needs to be done. Additionally, both my teammates and I are in great form, and we have sufficiently good coordination."

Tang Ye looked at the reporter: "Although our paper strength doesn't appear particularly formidable, I believe we actually already possess the capability to compete in the Champions League final."

"Mm. Then..."