Chapter 808: Manchester United Has Suffered in the Premier League for Too Long!

Swish!!!

The water flow was extremely fierce; Cristiano cupped a small handful of water and slapped it fiercely onto his face, immediately feeling much more comfortable.

He felt it was necessary for him to find Tang Ye and have a chat.

This was a very serious matter; he had to organize his language before going...

"Cristiano."

"Hm?"

A voice came from behind; Cristiano's body straightened abruptly, nearly making him jump up.

"TY? Wh-what's wrong?"

"Oh? You look rather nervous."

Tang Ye shrugged: "Actually, there's no need to be nervous... Never mind, Eric is looking for you about something, but he hasn't been able to find you; didn't you reply to his text message?"

Tang Ye pointed in the direction of the locker room: "You'd better go find him quickly, otherwise he'll get angry and start scolding people in a moment."

"Oh, oh oh, okay."

Cristiano shook his head, scooped up his shirt, and wiped the water from his face.

"Uh, thanks."

Cristiano walked toward the locker room, not forgetting to give Tang Ye a thumbs-up.

"What's there to thank me for? Just hurry up and go."

Tang Ye urged him, then took Cristiano's place standing in front of the sink.

Cristiano might have needed to wash his face because he was a bit sleepy, but Tang Ye knew clearly that he himself was full of energy, so he only needed to wash his hands.

"You found him?"

Rodri ran up and discovered Tang Ye carefully washing his hands: "Why are you washing so cleanly? It'll just get dirty once the match starts anyway."

"Haha!"

Tang Ye shook his hands dry: "The reason we couldn't find him earlier was that he was in the toilet, and his phone wasn't beside him, so he couldn't receive the text message."

Tang Ye explained.

He felt somewhat happy because he was the first person to think that Cristiano might be in the toilet.

"That's good; I'm truly done with him."

Rodri sighed: "This match is crucial; can't he be a bit more nervous about it?"

"I thought he looked quite nervous just now."

Tang Ye pointed at the sink: "He was even washing his face here."

"Maybe he was so nervous that he hid in the toilet, haha!"

Tang Ye gestured for Rodri to hurry up and return with him.

"Why would he be so nervous?"

Although Tang Ye had just brushed past the topic with a joke, Rodri remained in a state of deep confusion: "Hasn't he won quite a few league titles?"

"How would I know?"

Tang Ye indeed seemed uninterested in this topic.

"Maybe it's because he hasn't played in the Premier League for too long, and winning the title in his first season back has made him extremely excited."

"I'm relatively calm about it because I already won the Premier League title in previous seasons."

The match was about to begin soon; the starting lineups announced by both sides did not differ much from what reporters and fans had expected.

On the homepage of the Check Dongqiu Di app, the heads of Ten Hag and Tuchel occupied the largest portion.

【Manchester United's Ultimate League Battle: Can Sitting Like Lu Lu Dige Successfully Stop Ten Hag?】

Everyone says Manchester United is a bandit team, so naturally, Ten Hag is the bandit chief.

Regarding the question of whether he could stop Ten Hag, Tuchel had actually mentioned it during his pre-match interview.

At that time, his answer was: "I am not concerned with Manchester United's situation; our goal is to keep Chelsea stable within the Champions League zone because we need to participate in next season's Champions League."

It seemed as though Tuchel was indifferent to Manchester United's achievements, but soon he added another sentence.

"Eric's achievements are worthy of praise; if I can defeat Manchester United, I will feel greatly honored."

Tuchel possessed a sense of justice.

Although the bandits were powerful to the point of being invincible, if there were an opportunity to replace the common people in toppling the bandits, who would be willing to give up the chance to contend for this honor?

"United!"

"United!"

As players from both sides entered the field, almost no sound from the away team's fans could be heard throughout Old Trafford.

Tuchel stood before the substitute bench like a mere underling.

"China Central Television! Here we are broadcasting live for you the 21-22 season..."

"The match is about to begin; now I will introduce the starting lineups for both teams!"

"..."

Chelsea (3-4-2-1)

Goalkeeper: Édouard Mendy

Defenders: Sitting Like Lu Lu Dige, Thiago Silva, Azpilicueta

Midfielders: Marcos Alonso, Kanté, Mount, Jorginho, Reece James

Forwards: Havertz, Werner

Head Coach: Tuchel

【Hoping for a Blue Army miracle, brothers; mainly, I just don't want to see Manchester United win the title so soon, otherwise Ten Hag will start barking like a dog again.】

【Wouldn't it be better to win the title quickly? Do you really think Bayern is easy to play against? Hurry up and get liberated from the league, or you'll suffer later; Manchester United has crashed before, you know.】

【Crashing is impossible; how could Manchester United crash with this lineup? That match against Wolves was an accident, okay?】

【So everyone favors Manchester United, huh? I'm going against the grain and betting on Chelsea!】

【Betting against Chelsea: meaning betting two yuan.】

【Chelsea fans are saying: Big Brother United, go easy on us.】

"... Go left!"

"Hey, Bruno Fernandes' thinking here is flawless."

"Is he preparing to deliver a 45-degree cross?"

Slap!

A 45-degree cross is delivered.

Perhaps because it wasn't his first touch, Bruno Fernandes' 45-degree cross wasn't very good.

It was too low, making it difficult for both Tang Ye and Cristiano Ronaldo to control it.

"I've got it!"

Tang Ye quickly moved in.

He bumped into Azpilicueta!

Tang Ye gained the upper hand in the initial confrontation.

He prepared to snatch the ball, but at that moment, Jorginho rushed over from behind to provide defensive cover, blocking his position again.

Azpilicueta moved up again and received Bruno Fernandes' pass.

"Oh!"

A very beautiful interception!

They can launch a counter-attack now!

Just as Azpilicueta prepared to dribble forward, Tang Ye reached out with one hand from the side and directly pulled this Blue Army midfielder down.

Thud!

"Beep!!"

Yellow card: Tang Ye.

Shaking his head, Tang Ye began to retreat.

"Tang Ye is very decisive; even by committing a foul, he wouldn't give Chelsea this chance to counter-attack."

"Yes, but I think receiving a card at this stage might still be a bit too early."

The necessity of Tang Ye's foul is somewhat hard to judge; judging from the players' positioning on the field, it doesn't seem very worthwhile.

But you could also offer another explanation for this: Manchester United wants to establish a suppressing effect, so they are unwilling to give Chelsea any opportunity to boost their momentum.

After all, they are bandits; if they aren't aggressive, can they still be called bandits?

"Come on, come on!"

"United! Wow~~!"

"Champion! Champion!"

The players on the field could occasionally hear the cheering of Manchester United fans coming from the stands.

Popping champagne less than ten minutes into the match—this is the level of arrogance of Manchester United fans!

"..."

"Reece James!"

"Dribbling on the right and cutting inside toward the center himself!"

"Passing to Jorginho first!"

"Hey, very good; Chelsea seems to have found their offensive rhythm."

"Tuchel came prepared today!"

Chelsea's sustained possession forced Manchester United's defensive line to retreat, so much so that even Tang Ye had dropped very deep.

Noticing Cristiano Ronaldo right beside him, Tang Ye paused for a moment.

Realizing the situation, he shouted: "Get up front! Prepare for the counter-attack!"

Just as Tang Ye finished speaking, De Gea, cooperating with Wan-Bissaka, successfully completed an interception, and possession came to Bruno Fernandes' feet.

Bruno Fernandes immediately passed the ball to Cristiano Ronaldo.

However, Cristiano Ronaldo's current position is a bit too deep...

"Damn!"

"This is terrible!"

Ten Hag thrust out his right fist, his teeth clenched, leaving Fan Fan Dejiahe standing behind him utterly speechless.

Sigh.

Erik is truly something else.

Minor mistakes by other players are tolerable, but major mistakes earn scolding.

But with Cristiano Ronaldo, it's different.

For even a minor mistake by the Portuguese striker, Erik immediately reaches the point of unbearable frustration, gnashing his teeth.

There's really no need for that, Erik!

"Direct free kick."

"Kante..."

Slap!

Kanté's direct free kick blasted out, the ball striking Varane squarely.

Varane clashed with Lü Digé but failed to hold his ground.

Varane was shaken off!

"Beep beep beep!!!"