Chapter 801: I Want to Talk to You About Ronaldo

After the fact, Escrivá posted: "Before the group stage draw, I drank a lot of alcohol and was still intoxicated during the interview, so I may have said some inappropriate things. I hereby clearly state that those words did not reflect my true intentions, and my hatred for Ten Hag is not as deep as you imagine."

So he was drunk!

Hmm, it's good that Saint Escrivá explained himself; otherwise, fans would really think he intended to punch Ten Hag in the face!

Since it was spoken carelessly while drunk, it can actually be forgiven.

It was all just a joke!

One shouldn't take it seriously!

However, the fans and reporters are utterly disgusting; knowing full well that Saint Escrivá misspoke while drunk, they still whipped up hype around this news, which is simply detestable!

Soon, Ten Hag was asked about this issue.

"Ferran said he wants to have dinner with you so that after ordering the food, he can punch you in the head."

"..."

Ten Hag remained expressionless.

A normal person would surely smile and brush the matter aside, after all, everyone knows Escrivá was just making a joke.

But Ten Hag is simply not a normal person; he has never been willing to suffer a loss.

Especially suffering a loss in momentum, something the Dutch people abhor.

"OK, no problem."

After thinking it over, Ten Hag shrugged: "Then let him come over."

"My view is that the person who complains first isn't necessarily innocent; they just reported the incident first, which doesn't make them a so-called 'good person'."

"Even if I am the one reporting the incident, I'm not necessarily a bad person. I also watched that interview video; the only channel you have to understand the whole event is Escrivá's oral account, and since it's an oral account, there are bound to be errors. You judge my character based on one side's story from others, and for that, I feel very disappointed."

Ten Hag spouted a whole lot of reasoning, but the reporter didn't care about that at all; what he cared about was that "dinner" mentioned by Escrivá.

"Ferran expressed great confidence in pinning you to a table and beating you; do you think that's possible? Perhaps I can recommend a nice restaurant to you; the tables there are of very high quality and should meet your requirements."

"Well..."

"I simply rarely respond to related matters, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid."

"As I just said, if we truly are to have dinner together, I won't refuse. But you must know that the one who issues the challenge first isn't always the victor. I don't believe Ferran is necessarily my match."

"Of course, my character is guaranteed; if I pin Escrivá to a table, I won't press the attack further."

The great Manchester United manager Erik was simply unwilling to back down.

However, compared to Escrivá's statements, Ten Hag obviously showed more humanity—if Ten Hag gained the upper hand in a fight, he wouldn't kill Escrivá, even though Escrivá initiated this challenge.

Sky Sports interviews Ten Hag: Not afraid of Escrivá's invitation, but he needs to be prepared to get beaten by me.

"Hey, Erik! There's no need for this!"

The moment Ten Hag walked out of the press room, Fan Fan Dejiahe rushed over, expressing concern for the Dutch manager: "If you speak like this and he actually invites you, what then? You'll be stuck in an awkward position. Do you really want to get into a fight with Ferran?"

"We are football coaches, not fighting coaches!"

"Haha!"

Fan Fan Dejiahe's worry struck Ten Hag as somewhat amusing: "It's quite interesting that you're taking this matter seriously, haha! Rest assured, even the ball boys know this is a joke."

"... Alright."

Fan Fan Dejiahe sighed.

Indeed, he had been too agitated just now.

He should have thought a bit further; he actually failed to realize the joking nature of this topic.

"Moreover, don't you think he was truly excessive?"

As Ten Hag and Escrivá walked toward the locker room, Ten Hag continued: "He actually said it was my fault that China didn't get placed in the second pot; fuck, that is completely slander against my reputation. If he were still managing a club in one of the top five leagues, I would confront him face-to-face; this is absolutely wro—"

He had intended to criticize Escrivá together with Fan Fan Dejiahe, but turning the corner, he encountered Tang Ye approaching, so Ten Hag quickly stopped.

"Tom? Why are you coming from the restroom? Did you forget you have an interview?"

"Oh, I've already finished; I just went to wash my face."

"Alright, you don't seem very happy? We won the first match of April; you should be happy."

"Not really."

Tang Ye shrugged: "Those reporters asked me how I view the World Cup draw; damn it, what else could I say? Could I say I think this draw is absolutely shitty?"

"Haha!"

Fan Fan Dejiahe walked forward and gave Tang Ye a "shoulder massage": "Take it easy; the World Cup is half a year away, don't overthink it for now."

"Sigh."

Tang Ye waved his hand.

He was at a loss: "I guarantee you, Michel, someone will definitely ask me this question again later."

"Haven't you already responded?"

"Exactly, that's just how it is; those reporters are like that; even if I've said it once, they keep asking!"

Tang Ye raised his hand, imitating the reporters' tone.

"TY, you've drawn Germany again for the World Cup, and Argentina too; are you prepared to be shut out by Messi? Hmm, also, the German team isn't weak this year; if they seek revenge against you, what will you do? TY, as the captain of the Chinese team, do you have any solution for this?"

"Haha!"

Fan Fan Dejiahe punched Tang Ye lightly: "Alright, you really do understand; how about you record a response with a voice recorder? Next time they ask this question, just pull out the recorder."

"I think that would be excellent."

Estadio de la Cerámica.

Champions League Quarter-final First Leg, Villarreal vs. Manchester United.

Clap!

"Oh my god, Rashford, beautiful!"

Rashford suddenly surged forward on the left flank, received Rodri's pass, and decisively fired a shot, a world-class goal that successfully breached the opponent's net.

"Roar!!!"

After scoring, Rashford's face twisted ferociously; he grabbed Tang Ye, the player closest to him, preparing to celebrate, but was pushed away by Tang Ye.

Hm?

"Oh, haha!"

Remembering that Tang Ye had experience playing for Yellow Submarine and thus could not celebrate, Rashford ultimately ran out alone.

Knee slide!

Swish swish swish!!!

Pressing his right index finger against his temple, this was Rashford's standard celebration move.

"Marcus Rashford!"

"Mm, after experiencing last season's low point, Coach Rashford has finally found himself again!"

"Yes, that's right; in the league and Champions League matches over the last half-season, not to mention his performance in the European qualifiers you mentioned, hey, Rashford has had absolutely no issues with any of those, completely returning to his form from the 19-20 season."

Rashford shows a slight hint of being a system player; however, this 'system' refers not to a tactical system, but to the overall atmosphere of the team.

Rashford needs to play in a good team environment; the team he belongs to must be a powerhouse in one of Europe's top five leagues and maintain solid results. For Rashford, this environment of consecutive victories is the system.

You have to keep winning, and only then will Rashford exert his strength!

But what if you keep playing poorly, or even lose?

Then there's nothing to be done; Coach Rashford can only choose to go invisible, for he doesn't play Teamfight Tactics nor Golden Spatula, and a losing streak brings no benefit whatsoever to this Manchester United forward.

"..."

"Dembele, hmm, still looking for Tang Ye."

"That choice is very stable."

"Push up from behind!"

Pa!

"World-class goal!"

"Tang Ye's world-class goal!!!!"

"Wow!!!!"

With an outside-of-the-foot volley, Tang Ye successfully breached the Yellow Submarine goal defended by Asenjo; the goal was so brilliant that some home fans even let out screams.

Tang Ye also wanted to run out and celebrate, but fortunately, he immediately suppressed Ji De Xiang Fa.

In the camera shot, Tang Ye tilted his head and made a gesture with both hands pressing downward, rejecting the Manchester United fans' request to celebrate together.

In less than twenty minutes, Manchester United was already leading by two goals; in a Champions League knockout match, this indeed counted as a game with a relatively large gap in strength.

But as the former EFL Cup champions, Yellow Submarine had not come to the Champions League merely as tourists; trailing 0-2, Emery organized his players to launch a counterattack, and soon Aurier successfully breached Manchester United's goal.

"Gooooooaaaaalllll!!!!"

The score became 1-2!

【What's the situation with my Ball King Wu, why isn't Emery putting my Ball King Wu on yet?】

【6666, if Wu Lei isn't put on soon I'm going to start cursing; aren't you giving China's number one midfielder and number one forward a chance for a direct PK?】

【Forget about Wu Lei, you should first get Ten Hag to bring Cristiano Ronaldo onto the pitch. How the f*** is he a substitute again? From April until now, they've played three matches, yet Cristiano Ronaldo has only started one; Ronaldo fans really can't watch this anymore, Ten Hag is truly despicable!】

【Saint Emery said he wanted to punch Ten Hag; which of you will organize a dinner for these two? To be honest, I feel Saint Emery wasn't joking; if he really drinks, I'll go buy Ggbond stock right now to do charity.】

【It's Ppbond, Paopao Bond! Don't just use Ppbond as a wager whenever something happens; why not buy China Sports Lottery tickets for public welfare instead? Buying stocks just sends all the money to the UK.】

【Stop talking, Cristiano Ronaldo should leave the team immediately; this Ten Hag is truly awful.】

Time quickly moved to the second half.

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

On the Ceramic Stadium pitch came the sounds of fans shouting Tang Ye's name.

Most of the voices came from Yellow Submarine fans.

The Yellow Submarine fans were very detailed; they shouted "Tom," not "Ty."