Chapter 745: 2122 Season Double Red Derby: Every Man United Starter Worth 100 Million Euros

The Double Red Derby is currently a showdown between the Premier League's number one and number three.

The Premier League has just concluded its eighth round, and Liwupu has lost only one match so far.

A quick glance at the standings.

If Liwupu defeats Man United in the next Double Red Derby, they will shoot straight up to second place in the Premier League, thereby overtaking Mancheng.

Thus, the ninth-round Double Red Derby becomes very interesting.

With a tiger chasing from behind, Mancheng is forced to cheer for Man United.

If their city-brothers lose the match, the misfortune will fall upon them next!

Carrington Base.

"I feel you should be the first among us to secure a ticket to the World Cup finals."

Dembélé and Tang Ye walked along the path toward the training ground.

The Asian qualifiers are progressing faster than the European ones, and currently, the Chinese team has three wins and one draw, giving people the feeling that victory is just around the corner.

"You're thinking about the problem too simply!"

Tang Ye placed his hands behind his neck: "Hmm... but I very much agree with what you said."

"Haha! Fuck you!"

Dembélé shoved hard from behind, disrupting the pose Tang Ye had just struck.

"Just say it, isn't it so? Even if you keep winning, you'll have to wait until next year, right? I feel we can settle this before the year ends."

Tang Ye was quite confident about qualifying for the World Cup.

"That's impossible."

Rodri countered: "Even if you win both matches in November, it won't be enough, unless you and Japan pull far ahead of the teams behind you."

"Then I think our side isn't the problem; the problem lies with Japan."

Tang Ye spread his hands: "We will definitely win both matches in November; as for Japan, who knows."

"Yeah, who knows."

Speaking of Japan, Dembélé suddenly became interested; he quickened his pace, stepped in front of Tang Ye, and asked: "Can I do a celebration move?"

"Huh? Why would you do a celebration move? Has your brain gone bad?"

"No no no, I'm not talking to you; Rodri, move aside first, let Tom answer my question."

Hearing this, Rodri shuffled sideways to clear the space between Tang Ye and Dembélé.

"If you want to do a celebration move, just do it; do you want me to take a photo for you?"

Having said that, Tang Ye reached out to pull out his phone.

The moment his hand touched the phone in his pocket, Dembélé stepped forward the next second and bowed ninety degrees to Tang Ye.

"..."

"Fuck you!"

As soon as Dembélé finished bowing, he ran off, and Tang Ye charged straight after him.

"Hahaha!"

Rodri and De Jong raised both hands: "Wow, Ousmane! Magnificent!"

"Haha!"

De Jong shouted encouragement to Dembélé again: "Run faster!"

"..."

Dembélé was chased by Tang Ye all the way into the goal.

Kicking away the two marker cones on the goal line, Tang Ye closed in step by step.

Dembélé curled up his body as if being bullied: "No! Tom, I'm expressing my respect for you!"

"A ninety-degree bow!"

"Damn it."

Tang Ye grabbed Dembélé's shirt.

"Haha! Don't be like that; I'm not that Japanese person; I bowed ninety degrees; it's genuine respect. That Japanese person was provoking; I'm different from that Japanese person!"

"Screw you!"

Tang Ye pushed Dembélé into the goal net.

"Haha! I was wrong, Captain; I won't bow next time."

Tang Ye glanced at Dembélé; just as he was about to scold him a few more times, the phone in his hand rang.

"Is it a call from that Japanese person?"

Dembélé quickly stood up and stuck his head next to Tang Ye.

"Get lost."

Business came first; Tang Ye pushed Dembélé away and walked aside to answer Escrivá's call.

"Wait."

Ten Hag and Fan Fan Dejiahe appeared from who knows where; the Man United manager stood before Tang Ye, looking at the phone in Tang Ye's hand: "Whose call are you about to answer?"

"..."

Tang Ye took a step back.

Ten Hag's malicious gaze made him feel somewhat terrified: "Uh, a... friend's?"

Ten Hag glanced at his watch: "Training time has already started; if you need to take a call, I don't think that's appropriate."

"Of course, if the call you're taking has nothing to do with football, then it's up to you."

"It's irrelevant."

Tang Ye nodded, stating with certainty.

Just as he prepared to go around, Ten Hag followed again, continuing to block Tang Ye's path: "Hmm... I know, hmm, well then, I allow you to take the call, on the condition that you guarantee the person calling you is not Spanish."

Mata gave Rodri an elbow strike: "Talking about you, don't call Tom."

"?"

Rodri looked innocently aggrieved: "What does this have to do with me? I'm not Fe..."

Realizing his mistake, Rodri immediately cut off the current topic.

"Hmm, not a Spanish person."

The waiting time had ended; the iPhone in Tang Ye's hand fell silent.

After roughly three or four seconds, the phone suddenly rang again.

【+86 Mr. Ferran】

【China Mobile】

"Hmm, if it's not a Spanish person, then there's no problem."

Ten Hag nodded: "Actually, the people I dislike the most are the Spanish."

Under Rodri's innocent gaze, Ten Hag finally gave Tang Ye permission to pass.

"Hello, Mr. Ferran."

"Hey!"

Hearing the commotion, Ten Hag immediately chased over, only to be grabbed by Fan Fan Dejiahe the next second: "Don't do this, don't do this!"

"Didn't we agree it wasn't a Spanish person?"

Ten Hag tried to break free, but Fan Fan Dejiahe's strength was immense: "He said it has nothing to do with football; if it has nothing to do with football, then it should be fine!"

"Don't do this, Erik, calm down!"

"Frankie, Rodri!"

Fan Fan Dejiahe shouted for the players to come help.

Erik was already possessed; if he wasn't restrained, the consequences would be endless.

"I'll do it!"

Fan Fan Dejiahe was already strong, and now an even stronger Rodri joined in; Ten Hag couldn't move an inch and could only compromise in the end.

He glared fiercely at Rodri: "As expected, this is what a Spanish person is like."

"..."

Rodri touched his nose.

Facts proved that Fan Fan Dejiahe's approach was correct.

The Manchester United manager was now facing a problem, a serious one that urgently needed solving.

On the adjacent pitch, Tang Ye squatted down; ahead of him, Greenwood was undergoing individual training.

"Um, Tom, did you watch that TV interview of mine?"

"Uh... no, I haven't really checked phone news these past few days."