Chapter 687: Actually, What I Meant at the Time Was Wanting to Advance to the Champions League Quarterfinals

The Sun—A netizen commented on Haaland's social media, "If you could control even half of TY's passes, you'd suppress Lewandowski," to which Haaland replied, "If you're so good, you do it," before deleting the post.

【Haaland: It's easy to talk while sitting; come onto the pitch and have a go.】

【Don't even mention it; with passes like King Tang's, even I could score a few, and I play in China League Two.】

【There's a big shot upstairs.】

【How about this, brother from China League Two upstairs: the Champions League final is about to start; go sit on Dortmund's bench and take Zhang Zhang Yuning's spot.】

【Come support me on Douyin quickly; Douyin is full of cloud fans and haters, I can't fight them alone, my private messages are about to explode!】

Recently, feedback on Douyin has been the fastest regarding hot topics.

And currently, Douyin topics revolve around just two things.

1. The Chinese national team advancing to the final round of Asian qualifiers.

2. The Champions League final.

Just select "Little Hero Big Belly DJ Version" as the BGM when posting a video, then casually film a few domestic pigs at a pig farm, and that video will start with at least 1,000 likes.

Tang Jun smelled the opportunity and arrived.

【Install an electric fan for the piggies, otherwise what will they do in summer?】

【A pig farmer? Brother, here's some advice: don't sell the pork yet. I have a premonition that pork prices will rise again after the Champions League final ends. Don't ask me how much; just know it's 260 million euros for 75 kilograms.】

Although there were many comments, these videos were ultimately just riding the traffic wave.

Scrolling down the videos, the next blogger was clearly much more professional, after all, his ID included the two characters "Football."

【Champions League Final Roll Call: Chelsea】

#Tang Ye#ChampionsLeagueFinal#BorussiaDortmund#FootballMatch#ChineseNationalTeam#ChampionsLeagueChampion.

"Borussia Dortmund, champions of this season's Fan Fan Dejia and German Cup."

"The starting striker is the silver boot winner of this season's Fan Fan Dejia, from Norway, 1.9 meters tall, excellent at poaching and charging: Erling Haaland!"

"The starting left winger is Dortmund's team soul, balanced with both feet, adept at creating opportunities in adversity: Marco Reus!"

"..."

"The starting attacking midfielder is from Foshan, Guangdong, the player with the number one comprehensive combat power, comprehensive stats, and comprehensive market value in today's football world: Tang Ye!"

"The starting defensive midfielder is from France, a World Cup champion from the Russia tournament, possessing comprehensive technical abilities and known as a box-to-box midfielder: Paul Pogba!"

"..."

"The head coach is a Europa League champion and Fan Fan Dejia champion manager, hailing from the holy land of possession play, Spain: Francisco Escrivá!"

"Borussia Dortmund first won the Champions League in 1997; this is their second time reaching the Champions League final this season."

"Unlike last time, this time head coach Escrivá has made ample preparations with the players; the estimated market value of the starting eleven is 690 million euros, ranking second among the top five leagues this season!"

The match hadn't even started, but thanks to Douyin's exaggerated promotional capabilities plus the hard work of football bloggers, many netizens who never watch football could now recite the starting lineups for both Dortmund and Chelsea.

If judged by the projected starting lineups, this would be a match between a starting lineup valued at 690 million euros and one valued at 250 million euros.

The gap was simply too large; apart from defenders and the goalkeeper, Dortmund completely crushed Chelsea in every other position.

From the perspective of Dortmund fans and Tang Ye fans, the situation currently looked extremely promising.

But!

Football, like esports, fears nothing more than a jinx.

Some fans are just like that; the more you praise their main team, the more nervous they become!

Bang!

Zzzzzzzzz—!!!!

The plane carrying Dortmund's players and coaching staff landed at the airport.

Cupping his neck with both hands, Tang Ye looked out the window.

The landing time was afternoon; in local Porto, the sky was cloudless for ten thousand li, with sunlight shining directly onto the window.

Very good weather.

Coming to Portugal to play the Champions League conveniently avoided Germany's rainy days.

However, a very regrettable point was that the Champions League final was scheduled for the evening, so there would be no chance to play under the sunlight.

"Actually, I prefer playing at night."

Sancho said: "Do you know why?"

"You don't like the sun?"

"No, no, no; yin-yang stadiums, one side illuminated, one side dark; running from a place without sun to a place with sun, your eyes will go blind!"

"Hahaha!"

Tang Ye naturally knew what Sancho was talking about.

"This happens too often in the Premier League."

"But I feel it's quite fair, because everyone faces the same conditions."

"It's not the same; anyway, I can't accept it. Just imagine, that sun shining directly into your eyes, and you're still dribbling the ball; wouldn't that lead to disaster?"

"Haha!"

Tang Ye slowly shook his head.

"Then you might not be suited for the Premier League; I feel all Premier League stadiums are like this."

"Manchester and London both have many clouds."

Tang Ye pointed outside the window: "Some thick clouds block the sun, leaving some places dark, in patches."

"Hurry up and move; aren't you preparing to play the final?"

Reus's voice came from ahead, and Tang Ye and Sancho quickly stood up.

……

The Sun — Chelsea and Dortmund players have all arrived at Porto Airport.

A very eye-catching line of text was written at the top of The Sun's front page.

【UEFA Champions League Final Countdown: 30 hours 27 minutes!】

At 11 p. m., on the hotel balcony, Fan Fan Dejia sat alone on the ground, looking at the scenery outside.

It wasn't insomnia; he simply didn't want to sleep.

Fan Fan Dejia didn't know why this situation had arisen.

Probably because he slept too much on the plane.

Or...

Because this was his last match with Dortmund?

Shaking his head, Fan Fan Dejia felt it was better not to think about these things.

Standing up and putting on his slippers, Fan Fan Dejia left his room.

"Good evening, Mr. Fan!"

"Could I... get an autograph?"

"Oh, no problem."

Fan Fan Dejia took a pen and wrote his name on the cover of the hotel staff member's notebook.

Although his right hand was wrapped in bandages, Fan Fan Dejia's left-hand autograph skill had been practiced almost to perfection; the strokes were incredibly fluid.

"Thank you! But, tomorrow is the Champions League Final; aren't you going to sleep?"

The hotel staff member looked surprised.

He was on the night shift, so what was Fan Fan Dejia's situation?

For such an important match as the Champions League Final, if one doesn't rest well beforehand, that would be terrible!

"Haha, I think it's all the same."

Fan Fan Dejia patted his arm and said jokingly, "I don't need to sleep."

Led by the staff member, Fan Fan Dejia arrived at the rooftop pool.

Of course, Fan Fan Dejia wasn't here to swim.

The view from the rooftop was excellent; one could see the beach and the sea.

Catching a glimpse of a familiar back, Fan Fan Dejia walked forward: "... Marco?"

"Wow?"

Reus turned his head sharply, discovered it was Fan Fan Dejia, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing."

Fan Fan Dejia came to stand beside Reus; the two pressed their hands against the floor-to-ceiling glass window and looked out.

"To be honest, the situation this season has completely exceeded my expectations; I never thought it would be like this."

"Then what did you expect?"

Fan Fan Dejia asked, and the reply he received was: the Bundesliga title.

Reus had only thought about the Bundesliga title.

Let alone the Champions League, he hadn't even thought about the DFB-Pokal title.

"The result is, we are standing here, in a luxury hotel in Porto, and tomorrow night is the Champions League Final."

Reus shrugged.

"Haha!"

"You want to stick to the plan, Marco, no!"

Fan Fan Dejia patted Reus on the back: "If reality is better than the plan, then what are you still worrying about? Just give it your all in the final."

"I..."

Reus looked into Fan Fan Dejia's eyes: "I'm just thinking, since this is outside the plan, do I deserve to get this thing..."

"?"

Fan Fan Dejia was stunned for a moment.

"This... no, oh, not that, I mean, don't think like that."

Captain Marco had fallen into his own mental trap, and that was absolutely wrong.

"You've advanced to the final, so you deserve to play in this final; we also deserve to win this title."