Chapter 686: Thank You, Tom

Dongqiu Di Match Report: Dortmund defeats Leverkusen 4-1 at home; Tang Ye completes his final Fan Fan Dejia dance as Dortmund accepts the championship award ceremony. (139,232 comments)

The match report just came out, so the comment count is only 140,000.

But judging from the experience of past matches, the final comment count for this report should be between 200,000 and 250,000.

Although Leverkusen is quite weak.

The significance of this match is major enough!

"Meine Damen und Herren, als nächstes kommen wir zu... (Ladies and gentlemen, next we will proceed with the award ceremony for the 2020-21 Fan Fan Dejia champion)"

The announcer's familiar voice rings out across the stadium.

The Dortmund players are already ready on the podium!

"Make some space, make some space!"

Tang Ye squeezed in, finally standing between Haaland and Pogba.

There are fully four photographers around the podium, three of whom have their lenses trained on Escrivá.

The Dortmund head coach takes the championship shield from the hands of the Football Association chairman.

The shield is a bit large; for Escrivá, it is actually still somewhat strenuous to hold.

"Thank you."

Suddenly exerting force with both hands, Escrivá lifts the shield over his head and slowly walks onto the podium where the players are stationed.

"Hey, hurry up!"

"Ferran, hurry up!"

Most players within the Dortmund team have never won a top-five league championship.

From this perspective, Escrivá is simply a bastard.

How can he be so dawdling at a time like this!

"You stand here!"

Tang Ye leaves an empty spot for Escrivá; once the Dortmund head coach stands in place, he hands the shield to Reus.

Reus wants to pass it to Tang Ye, but this is naturally refused.

"No, you first! Marco!"

"I won't take it first; hurry up!"

Since Tang Ye has already made up his mind, Reus has no other choice.

Grasping both sides of the shield with his hands, he signals the players to get ready.

"This time, do we lift directly upon counting to one, or wait for a beat?"

"..."

Hmm, still no one answers Escrivá's question.

"3, 2, 1!"

"Dortmund!!!!"

"Wow!!!"

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Silver and yellow confetti bursts forth from four directions.

It drifts in mid-air, finally landing on the players' hair.

"Wow wow wow! Haha!"

Just like Haaland, Tang Ye extends both arms forward, swinging them up and down.

"Come on, Tom!"

Reus hands the trophy to Tang Ye, who does not rush but instead passes the trophy to Escrivá beside him.

"Hm?"

"You first!"

Escrivá is still unwilling to accept it, so Tang Ye directly stuffs the trophy into Ferran's arms.

"Stop pretending, Ferran!"

"Hey, the one pretending is you, okay!"

Escrivá and Tang Ye push and shove each other: "Do you think winning the Premier League title makes you so impressive?"

"Fuck, haha!"

Escrivá and Tang Ye embrace, ultimately deciding to lift the trophy together.

"Dortmund!!!"

"Ah!!!"

"Vamos!"

Escrivá lets out a long roar toward the sky.

At the same time, on the CCTV screen.

【2020-21 German Football Bundesliga Champion】

【Borussia Dortmund Club】

"Wir halten fest und treu zusammen!)"

"Ball-Heil-Hurra, Borussia!"

"Geht's auch mal schlecht, wir lassen nicht uns kriegen!"

"Ball-Heil-Hurra, Borussia!"

"Ball-heil! (Long live football!)"

"Ball-heil! (Long live football!)"

Besides Dortmund's team anthem and "Long live football," many Dortmund fans even began singing songs mocking Bayern.

Because of Dortmund's sudden rise this season, Bayern fans lost the league title they had planned for.

Hmm... and the German Cup!

The German Cup was also snatched away by Dortmund.

It was unclear just how happy the Dortmund fans were.

Anyway, the Bayern fans were truly on the verge of collapse.

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

Having come to the area below the stands with his teammates, Tang Ye handed the championship shield to Sancho, then sat down on the grass alongside Haaland.

Crossing his legs, closing his eyes, he began to meditate!

"Hey!"

Tang Ye wanted to continue pretending to be a Gao Seng for a while longer, but Pogba quickly slapped the back of his head.

"Look over there!"

Following the direction Pogba pointed, Tang Ye finally noticed the commotion in the South Stand.

The Dortmund diehards on the Devil's Stand were preparing another tifo.

The tifo had not fully unfolded yet; currently, only the bottom section was visible, which could be confirmed as yellow.

"Wow, impressive!"

Tang Ye was astonished.

Everyone said the South Stand was the Devil's Stand, but this was the first time Tang Ye had seen two tifos in a single match.

Standing together with Pogba and Sancho, Tang Ye pointed toward the South Stand: "It should be a group photo of our entire team, holding the trophy... oh, the kind where we're holding medals. There will probably be some words written behind it."

"They must have gotten this wrong once before the match started."

Sancho did not quite agree with Tang Ye's guess: "It should just be a yellow cloth with something written on it."

"No, no, no, impossible, absolutely impossible."

Tang Ye pointed out Sancho's error.

He was very certain that Borussia Dortmund's tifo could not be as simple as mere text.

"There must be an image, like a factory or something, or a steam engine."

As they spoke, the tifo soon revealed one-third of its extent.

It was still a expanse of yellow, accompanied by black stripes.

At this moment, Tang Ye and Sancho finally realized what it was.

This was a Borussia Dortmund home jersey!

"Haha, it must be the jersey."

Sancho raised an eyebrow at Tang Ye.

Barring any surprises, he had guessed correctly.

"It's not just a simple yellow cloth; they're using the back of the jersey as the background. Then they'll write something on it, like all our names."

"This..."

Tang Ye still shook his head: "No, no, no, in that case the tifo wouldn't be big enough. I feel like there should be something else above it, like someone holding the tro..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Ye suddenly froze.

Hmm?

Sancho turned his head to look.

The tifo had revealed three-quarters of its extent.

It was indeed a jersey, with the number "10" written on the back in black characters.