Chapter 818: Undefeated!

"Wow!!!"

Cheers erupted from the stands.

When Tang Ye made this celebration gesture, Cristiano Ronaldo, who was running up behind him, first froze for a moment, then upon realizing what was happening, accelerated again toward Tang Ye.

"Bravo!"

Boom!

Cristiano Ronaldo and Tang Ye collided, and together with Lin Lin Jiade, the three of them embraced tightly.

"Nice, nice!"

【Stop killing it, stop killing it, hurry up and lift the trophy.】

【Holy crap, Boss Luo's relationship with my GGBond is even better than imagined; awesome, awesome!】

The comments section was filled with "666".

Just thinking about how some fans once claimed that Cristiano Ronaldo and Tang Ye could not coexist made one want to laugh.

Even in the middle of the season, there were rumors among fans that Tang Ye and Cristiano Ronaldo were having conflicts.

Of course, all of that was nonsense!

Facts proved that the research by "Mundo Deportivo" was correct: the relationship between Tang Ye and Cristiano Ronaldo had been on a straight upward trend since the beginning of the season and had continued until now.

Thinking about the content of "Mundo Deportivo"'s research, many of Cristiano Ronaldo's fans felt extremely complicated emotions.

First, they were naturally very happy because Cristiano Ronaldo and Tang Ye got along well, so fans who liked both players did not need to be fence-sitters; they could simply support both players simultaneously.

But then again.

The fact that Cristiano Ronaldo actually got along well with Tang Ye truly shattered the Ke Ban Yin many old fans held about their idol.

Cristiano, you, you...

Did you ultimately bow your head after all?

GGBond is indeed great and magnificent, but Boss Luo, you must also stand firm; how could you be assimilated into a subordinate in less than a single season!

"..."

"Champione, champione!"

"Oh we! Oh we! Oh we! (It's us! It's us, it is us!)"

"Champione, champione!"

"Oh we! Oh we! Oh we!"

"Undefeated! (Unbeaten season)"

"Undefeated!"

Starting from the moment Tang Ye scored the goal, the Manchester United fans in the stands successively sang three team anthems, finally stopping at the 88th minute and switching to the sound of "Wow, wow, wow".

They were waiting for the whistle to blow!

"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"

"Alright, the match is over!"

"This is the fourth-to-last match of the Premier League season, and also the final Premier League match between Manchester United and Crystal Palace this season!"

"After defeating Crystal Palace with a score of 3:0, Manchester United broke their historical record of 103 points set in the 18-19 season, finishing with 106 points over 38 rounds."

"At the same time, they are also the second team to win the championship with an unbeaten season since the reformation of the Premier League!"

Saying they are the second team to win the championship with an unbeaten season might seem like nothing worth celebrating.

But you must know that the first team to win the championship with an unbeaten season after the Premier League reformation was Arsenal.

Although both achieved an unbeaten season, Manchester United's unbeaten season cannot be equated with Arsenal's unbeaten season.

In the 03-04 season, Arsenal's final record was 26 wins, 12 draws, totaling 90 points.

Manchester United's achievement was far more exaggerated, securing 106 points under the pincer attack of three hot-form teams: Mancheng, Liwupu, and Chelsea.

One can only say that if you haven't watched football for a while and suddenly see the news of Manchester United winning the championship with 106 points, you will definitely ask such a question: Has Sir Ferguson returned!

No!

Of course not!

Sir Ferguson has not returned.

But Manchester United has welcomed an even greater coach.

Erik ten Hag!

A greater coach, greater achievements, greater glory!

"Undefeated!"

"Undefeated!"

"Champion!"

"Premier League Champion! (Premier League Champion)"

The staff on site were setting up the award podium for Manchester United, while the Manchester United players kept waving to the fans in the stands.

"Martinez."

Martinez limped toward Tang Ye; the latter actively went forward to meet him and supported Martinez.

When a soldier is injured on the battlefield, the great general ought to offer condolences.

Every soldier is great!

"Haha!"

Martinez embraced Tang Ye, indicating that he could walk on his own and did not need support.

"If only I could have stayed on the field for these last month of matches; now it makes it seem like I just lay down and won."

"Haha, you're overthinking it!"

Tang Ye and Martinez playfully shoved each other; after noticing his teammate's body had recovered reasonably well, Tang Ye increased the amplitude of his movements, making Martinez sway back and forth: "There's no talk of riding on coattails anymore. Wait until we get the medals, then ask the fans."

"Ask them if they think you rode on coattails."

"They will tell you."

Tang Ye said with a serious expression: "No, absolutely not!"

"I can guarantee that I can guess what they will say."

"Haha, but what if you guess wrong?"

Martinez joked.

"Impossible, Martin; if I guess wrong, next month when I return to China I won't take a plane, I'll just walk back."

"Oh! Then I believe what you said."

Martinez pointed at Tang Ye.

Seeing that the podium was nearly set up, Tang Ye was not in a hurry; he chatted with his teammates for a while, then embraced Ten Hag, and only then slowly walked toward the player tunnel.

According to tradition, as league champions, the Manchester United players needed to walk out from the player tunnel again and accept applause and congratulations from the fans present and the opposing team's players.

Clap clap clap clap clap clap!

Clap clap clap!

Yes, just like that.

"A familiar feeling, right?"

Rodri, while responding to the applause from the Crystal Palace players, chatted with Tang Ye.

"Whatever you feel is what I feel, Rod."

"That's not the same; last season you went to Dortmund."

"But last season Manchester United didn't win the Premier League either..."

"Oh, fuck! Haha!"

Not expecting that he had actually failed to outtalk Tang Ye, Rodri shouted out, forcefully wrapping his arm around the Manchester United captain's neck: "Alright then, Tom, you're right. Our feelings are the same; this is the third Premier League title, just not the third in a row."

"It's all the same, whether consecutive or not, it's all the same."

Tang Ye signaled for Rodri to walk faster.

It wasn't because he was eager to get the trophy, but because Tang Ye had noticed something off with Cristiano Ronaldo nearby.

"Is he about to cry?"

Rodri asked in a lowered voice.

"Hey, keep your voice down!"

Tang Ye pushed Rodri's body downward, pressing his index finger against his lips.

Shh!

The Vice Chairman of the English FA hung a medal around Tang Ye's neck: "Good luck next week!"

"Huh?"

"Was it a problem with how I expressed it? Alright then, good luck in the Champions League final."

"Oh! I thought you only followed the Premier League and the FA Cup."

Tang Ye paused for a moment.

"Of course not; in the Champions League final, you represent the entire Premier League."

The Chairman patted Tang Ye's shoulder; the latter shrugged indifferently, revealing a helpless expression: "Then it seems we're under a lot of pressure."

"Haha!"

"..."

"Let us congratulate the champions of the 2021-22 English Premier League season!"

"Manchester United!"

"Wow wow wow!"

Tang Ye stood in the very center of the award platform, shaking the trophy in his hands vigorously together with Dembélé.

"Wow!!!!"

Bang!

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang bang!