Chapter 822: The Power of Light, Five Armors Unite! (Bonus Chapter, Seeking Monthly Votes)

"GOAL!!!!"

"Oh my god, haha!"

Although Courtois was in explosive form today, Tang Ye still managed to open Real Madrid's goal in the most humiliating way possible for a goalkeeper.

A direct free-kick goal!

The score is now 2:0!

Swish swish swish—

"ROAR—!!!!"

Tang Ye roared at the sky, wanting to tear off his jersey, but Rashford pulled him back in time: "Steady, steady!"

"Vamos!"

Dembélé came up from behind, bumped into Tang Ye's back, and then took a bite out of Tang Ye's hair.

Clap clap clap clap!!!

Clap clap clap clap!

The most excited one, of course, was Tang Ye himself; after all, this goal came right after being targeted by Real Madrid fans, making its significance incomparable.

While interacting with the fans in the stands, he walked toward his own half, picked up a marker pen thrown down from the stands along the way, and so Tang Ye went straight to the cameraman with the pen in hand.

The cameraman seemed to understand what Tang Ye wanted to do and actively moved forward a few steps.

Swish swish swish!

The director gave exactly this camera angle; on the screen, Tang Ye wrote "2:0".

This was the current score of today's match.

Before the next kick-off, the director showed two consecutive replays.

Perfect ball speed, perfect angle control; apart from the kicking motion being a bit sluggish, you could hardly find any flaw in this direct free-kick.

Additionally, the director specifically gave Cristiano Ronaldo a close-up shot.

At the moment Tang Ye scored from the free-kick, the Portuguese player clapped incessantly, lasting for about seven or eight seconds.

Love it or hate it, you're too strong, Tom!

"Beep!"

The match continues!

Not only failing to equalize but instead having the opponent extend their lead, Ancelotti could only continue chewing his gum, just as before, picking up the jar and pouring it straight into his mouth.

In just the first half alone, Ancelotti must have consumed at least half a jar.

Sigh.

Truly pitiful.

Hopefully Real Madrid can find an opportunity later on.

Judging from the situation on the home team's bench, Ancelotti should have figured out how to fight back.

However, Ancelotti was not in a hurry; he was likely waiting for halftime.

First, weather Manchester United's perfect attacking state!

As for exactly how to weather it...

That requires some finesse; the players on the field need to be steadier, otherwise they'll just mess things up again.

"Rashford!"

"Shot straight away!"

"Another save from Courtois!"

"That's Courtois's seventh... oh no, it should be his eighth save of this match."

"Really... sigh."

The commentator didn't know whether he was sighing for Rashford or for Courtois; anyway, the Manchester United fans were feeling very uncomfortable.

As Manchester United fans know well, if Rashford doesn't score in the first half, his form in the second half won't be too good.

Very regrettably, if this continues, by the second half this Manchester United Crown Prince will probably be substituted off by Ten Hag.

The camera focused on Tang Ye.

Seeing Rashford's shot blocked, the Manchester United captain, who knows what was going through his mind, blew a white bubble with the two pieces of gum in his mouth.

In the 42nd minute, Real Madrid had a rare attacking opportunity.

Actually, Benzema had a chance to score originally, but for some reason he insisted on shooting for the near post, ultimately missing a perfect shooting angle.

De Gea punched the ball away!

The Real Madrid goalkeeper was in good form, and the Manchester United goalkeeper was equally outstanding.

At least in the eyes of Manchester United fans, De Gea's form was always better than Courtois's; it was just that Manchester United had more attacking chances, making Courtois look impressive!

"... a corner kick opportunity."

"Kroos. He's raising his left hand!"

Real Madrid took a tactical corner; Kroos played a reverse triangle pass to Modrić.

Modrić passed to Vinícius!

After controlling the ball, Vinícius suddenly accelerated toward the penalty area, but there were simply too many defenders inside; Vinícius first got past Dembélé, but when trying to penetrate further, he was body-checked by Dalot.

"Ah!"

"Oh!!!"

Vinícius and Dalot were stuck together; the Real Madrid winger kept shielding the ball with his back, but still couldn't escape the fate of being pushed all the way out of bounds by Dalot.

"Fuck!"

Vinícius was furious and kicked away the water bottle De Gea had placed next to the goalpost.

"Be rational!"

Rodri lectured Vinícius a few words: "Can you be a bit more rational?"

He had thought the matter would just pass, but unexpectedly, Vinícius turned around and immediately started arguing with Rodri.

Rodri also grew anxious, his mouth full of "fuck."

Yellow card: Rodri, Vinícius.

The referee of this match did not belong to the type who liked to frequently pull out cards, but those two fellows, Rodri and Vinícius, were truly too much!

"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"

"Wow!!!!"

"United! Man United!"

"Man United is the champion!"

The referee blew the whistle ending the first half; relying on a two-goal advantage, Manchester United naturally held the upper hand, and amidst the cheers, substitute players from both sides ran quickly toward the player tunnel.

The starting players on the field were not idle either; after standing and resting for a while, they began to leave.

Because their substitute coach was urging them from outside the field!

Real Madrid's coaching staff was very anxious, and Manchester United's side was the same.

Ancelotti walked toward the tunnel with his hands in his pockets; at this moment, Ten Hag suddenly came over to shake Ancelotti's hand.

The director's eyes lit up; he instantly found a suitable camera angle and filmed Ancelotti and Ten Hag.

Judging by his expression, Ancelotti was still relatively calm, but he was also curious why Ten Hag had suddenly come to find him.

First extending his hand to express friendliness, Ancelotti was just about to say something when Ten Hag suddenly pulled two pieces of chewing gum from his pocket and stuffed them into Ancelotti's hand.

"..."

"Eh, this is..."

"This chewing gum, I remember... hiss, it seems to be..."

Just as his colleague got stuck, Zhan Jun, acting as a "human database," stepped forward.

"This is the co-branded chewing gum of Tang Tang Qiuwang and Wrigley's!"

"Tsk, Ten Hag's move... let's say, could this be part of a tactic!"

Halftime report: Martial opened the scoring, Tang Tang Qiuwang scored directly from an absolute free kick; in the Champions League final, Manchester United leads 2:0 at halftime.

Repost: Playing mind games? After the first half ended, Ten Hag gifted Ancelotti two pieces of Tang Tang Qiuwang co-branded chewing gum; after accepting them, Ancelotti did not consume them immediately.

Ten Hag was very considerate; he knew Ancelotti liked eating chewing gum, but feared Ancelotti had never tasted high-quality gum, so he chose to gift two of the current hottest products.

Erik was also a straightforward person; the price of ond chewing gum was truly exorbitant, costing 5% more than ordinary chewing gum!

"What are you doing?"

Fan Fan Dejiahe was curious about Ten Hag's view on gifting the chewing gum.

Because those two pieces of chewing gum of Ten Hag's had been requested from his own hands.

As for why Fan Fan Dejiahe possessed this co-branded chewing gum...

Well, actually, Michel had long ago been infected by Tang Tang Qiuwang with a "pig addiction," feeling extremely uncomfortable if he did not eat chewing gum for a period of time.

"I saw he was almost finished eating them."

Ten Hag casually mentioned it, not intending to continue discussing this topic.

The key point now was not the chewing gum.

Whether it was Ancelotti's chewing gum or ggbond's chewing gum did not matter.

What mattered was the second-half match.

In the second half, Real Madrid, having adjusted their state, swept forward.

How could Manchester United defend their advantage?

"Not bad, Ball King."

Dembélé, panting, did not forget to give Tang Tang Qiuwang a thumbs-up: "A perfect 10 for that free kick."

Tang Tang Qiuwang said nothing, merely casting a glance at Dembélé and then nodding slightly, giving off the aura of a master beyond the mundane world.

"I feel it's already secure; their defensive line is in poor condition, mainly the goalkeeper."

While Ten Hag was still drawing something, Tang Tang Qiuwang started talking with his teammates first.

"They will definitely substitute their defenders in the second half."

The person speaking was none other than Ten Hag, who was drawing something.

"Then I feel it's not a big problem; it's mainly about Courtois."

The moment he thought of Courtois, Tang Tang Qiuwang felt uncomfortable: "His state is too good; otherwise, wouldn't we be leading 5:0 in the first half?"

Hmm...

Actually, calling it 5:0 might be an exaggeration, but it would certainly be larger than 2:0.