Chapter 691: Answering Irrelevantly Is Also an Answer

【Witnessing history, brothers, we are witnessing history!】

【This time it's truly witnessing history: Dortmund's first Champions League title of the 21st century.】

【Nothing more to say, my Tang Tang Qiuwang is genuinely godlike; loaned for a single season and he directly wins the Champions League. Damn, I can already imagine how heartbroken the Dortmund fans will be when Tang Ye returns to Manchester United.】

【Even Saint Eh is dumbfounded, haha; it feels like a dream. Hell, I feel like I'm dreaming too.】

【666666, Dortmund is awesome!!!】

【Even though I'm a Chelsea fan, sigh... this loss was truly unavoidable; anyway, I'm convinced.】

For an event like the Champions League final, there are likely at least tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, of people watching the broadcast globally.

And among so many people, the ones feeling the worst are naturally the Premier League fans.

Tang Ye is a Premier League player, yet he helped a Fan Fan Dejia player eliminate a Premier League team.

And the most unbearable part isn't even that.

The most unbearable part is that Tang Ye was actually sent away personally by the British anti-doping agency.

Hiss...

If the English FA had agreed to Tang Ye's registration application back then, could this season's Champions League trophy have ended up in the hands of a Premier League team?

This topic cannot be discussed.

Because the fact has already happened: three Premier League teams that advanced to the Champions League semi-finals launched an encirclement and suppression against Borussia Dortmund.

But they were counter-killed.

The name "Borussia Dortmund" is now displayed on the large screen at the Dragon Stadium.

【UEFA Champions League】

【Champion】

【Borussia Dortmund】

The entire large screen is yellow; this is the color of the champion, Borussia Dortmund!

"Mm."

Tang Ye held Kante's head, comforting his old friend.

Ever since formally stepping into the world of football, Tang Ye has always felt he wasn't a good person.

Whenever a player deserves a championship trophy, Tang Ye always steps out to block their path.

Sigh.

Of course, this is unavoidable.

Professional football has always been this way.

Even if GG Bond isn't cruel, some other cruel person will emerge, because professional football is a cruel world.

More and more people filled the Dragon Stadium; staff and reporters entered the field one after another, filming the players on the pitch while beginning to set up the award ceremony venue.

Reus embraced his girlfriend, Galtmann.

This was Tang Ye's first time meeting Galtmann, and the two exchanged very friendly greetings.

"You're very beautiful; you're the typical German girl in my impression."

"Haha, I can no longer be considered a girl."

Reus introduced his girlfriend to Tang Ye.

She was a model and an amateur equestrian.

"Equestrian..."

Tang Ye pondered this profession he had rarely heard of, when Reus suddenly asked, "Where is your girlfriend?"

"She's in China; what's wrong?"

"For such an important match, you actually didn't let her come to the scene? You know, family members can actually participate in the award ceremony together."

"She didn't say she wanted to come."

"Oh!"

Reus and Galtmann exchanged a glance, and the Dortmund captain gave Tang Ye a tap on the head: "You're not smart!"

"If you don't invite her, of course she'll be too embarrassed to come; you have to invite her over."

"But..."

Tang Ye stood in place thinking: "She doesn't even watch football; what if she doesn't like it?"

"..."

"You've allocated all your skill points to football!"

Reus teased.

He truly had no way to deal with Tang Ye.

It was too exaggerated; every bit of talent in his entire body seemed born specifically for the sport of football.

As for other things.

There were simply no other things.

He had football for football, and he had football for emotional intelligence.

As for intelligence.

He did indeed possess it, but only limited to calculations made while playing matches on the field.

"You will lose many things because of football; you need to pay attention to this!"

Reus reminded, but Tang Ye didn't seem to agree with his words.

"Impossible, Marco; I have everything."

Tang Ye spread his hands; having just won his second Champions League title, he was absolutely happy right now.

He shared an excellent friendship with Erling, Jude, and Paul; they were very, very good friends.

"Moreover, I already have two Champions Leagues, plus two Premier Leagues and one Fan Fan Dejia."

Tang Ye chattered on: "Though that doesn't include the World Cup; let's not talk about the World Cup yet. I already have the Asian Cup, so actually, I'm only missing the Club World Cup. But the Club World Cup isn't really important; that tournament lacks difficulty."

Tang Ye was extremely confident, even displaying a hint of disdain for the Club World Cup.

Of course, this was normal.

This year's World Cup basically featured last year's Champions League winner; this was determined by the circumstances in each major region. The AFC Champions League winner and the Copa Libertadores champion could absolutely not compete with the Champions League winner.

Had Tang Ye's situation been slightly more normal, had he stayed at Manchester United for just one more year, he would have already achieved a grand slam in club competitions.

"No! I'm not talking about championships!"

"Then what about this? I still have one Ballon d'Or and one FIFA World Player of the Year."

"Hiss... fuck!"

Galtmann covered his mouth, laughing from the side, while Reus abruptly threw both hands upward.

He had given up trying to explain the underlying logic to Tang Ye.

He had allocated all his skill points to football.

This inevitably led to a very bad result: besides playing football, Tang Ye knew how to do nothing else.

Of course, the good news was that he was invincible in the realm of football.

"China Central Television! We can see FIFA President Infantino draping a yellow ribbon representing Dortmund over the Champions League's Big Ears Trophy; now he needs to place this trophy onto the podium."

There were nearly 100 journalists on site, along with several hundred staff members; under the tracking cameras, Infantino walked toward the podium.

Grasping the two big ears of the Champions League trophy, he placed it upon a glass platform.

"Dear audience friends, next we will proceed with the award ceremony for the Champions League runners-up."

"Although Chelsea were the losers of this match, viewing the entire season's Champions League campaign, Chelsea were undoubtedly successful."

"Yes, eh, mainly because they encountered Borussia Dortmund, who were in fierce form; against that, you truly have no solution. By the time Dortmund reached this stage, their momentum had already surged."

This was the conclusion reached from Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu's discussion.

This season's Borussia Dortmund could probably only be rivaled by last season's Manchester United and Bayern Munich.

Because starting from the Round of 16, with every stage Dortmund advanced, the team's strength underwent a qualitative improvement.

Growing stronger with each Champions League match; this was Dortmund's comprehensive situation this season.

Facing a team that constantly adjusted and constantly grew stronger, you truly had no solution.

Clap clap clap clap clap!!!

Clap clap clap clap!

The Dortmund players gathered together, offering applause to the Chelsea players coming forward to receive their medals.

Chelsea this season were certainly outstanding; Tang Ye always acknowledged this point, otherwise Dortmund would not have been overshadowed by Chelsea during the group stage.

However, the Chelsea that reached the Champions League final was only slightly stronger than the Chelsea of the group stage.

Whereas on Dortmund's side, there was a qualitative leap!

Overtaking from behind!

Clap clap clap clap!

Click click click!!!

Seeing Tuchel step down from the podium, Tang Ye whispered, "It's almost our turn."

Walking onto the podium one by one, the unique players received their champion medals.