Chapter 892: Uncle Kane Finally Wins the Championship, Chinese Football League

"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"

"The match is over!"

"Brothers, 6:2, Manchester United has won this year's Club World Cup championship, the first trophy for United this season!"

"By the way, hehe, it's also our Tang Tang Qiuwang's first Club World Cup title."

There was no helping it; the gap in strength was simply too vast, making it nearly impossible for Al-Hilal to defeat Manchester United head-on.

You are facing Manchester United, a squad filled with players who reached the semi-finals of the last World Cup.

Clap clap!

"Vamos Tom!"

"Vamos!"

Hearing the cheers, Tang Ye stood up from the substitutes' bench, raised his right fist high, and excitedly greeted the fans.

Moreover, Tang Ye's attention had never left Kane, and even the live broadcast director was doing the same.

"How do you feel right now?"

Kane was busy responding to the fans and seemed not to have heard Tang Ye's words.

"Haha!"

Tang Ye nudged Mata beside him, pointed at Kane, and said, "He's stunned!"

"Hey, what did you say?"

Only then did Kane turn his head over to ask Tang Ye what he had just asked, but Tang Ye remained silent, pretending nothing had happened.

"Come on!"

Realizing he seemed to have been teased by his captain, Kane felt somewhat aggrieved: "Don't be like this, Tom."

"Don't treat me like a rookie; I could be your uncle."

Generally, rookie players get pranked by the older brothers in the team, and Kane worried that Tang Ye was treating him as a rookie.

"I really didn't say anything; Ousmane can vouch for me."

Under Kane's gaze, Dembélé raised both hands, acting innocent: "I know nothing."

【Awesome, awesome!!】

【This Kane curse isn't that strong; it feels less potent than France's defending champion curse, broken in an instant.】

【GG Bond has released an armor-piercing round, did you think otherwise?】

【How many trophies can damn United win this season? Could it be five?】

The runner-up award ceremony was currently underway; the music playing through the speakers was completely drowned out by the cheers of the Manchester United fans on site, making the Al-Hilal players standing on the podium feel somewhat awkward.

This perfectly confirmed that saying: Ever since Ten Hag joined, Manchester United as a club has become increasingly bandit-like. Whether it's the players on the field or the fans off it, their behavior fits the standard of bandits perfectly.

"Next is the championship award presentation."

"This is the champion team of this year's FIFA Club World Cup, the European representative, Manchester United!"

Following Ten Hag and Tang Ye, the Manchester United players walked onto the podium one by one; Tang Ye and Infantino met again since the World Cup third-place award ceremony.

"Mr. Chairman."

Tang Ye shook hands and embraced Infantino.

"You have done many things."

"Hmm?"

"Oh, I'm talking about Chinese football; you have done many things for your country's football."

Infantino smiled at Tang Ye: "You are very bold. As you know, China is too large, and some matters are not so easy to settle."

"But I feel we cannot get any worse. The gap between our league level and the national team matches is too huge; there is no future, so we must stir something up."

"Well, that's a good idea, and if it can succeed, a huge sum of money can be made from it."

Infantino narrowed his eyes into slits, giving the impression that he was about to drool.

FIFA had a certain degree of regulatory power over the Chinese Football Association, but this regulatory capacity was insufficient for Infantino to do anything, or even to open up the Chinese market.

Looking at Tang Ye's recent moves... this guy seemed to want to take a huge bite out of it!

"Making money is secondary."

Tang Ye's words made Infantino pause: "If it can truly develop, I am willing to lose some money."

"Wow!"

Infantino nodded, unsure whether he believed Tang Ye's words: "Zhu Ni Cheng Gong."

Infantino did not say anything about being willing to provide help to Tang Ye, because in reality, FIFA could do nothing.

All they could possibly do was provide financial support, but before confirming that the matter could succeed, Infantino would do nothing.

Tang Ye's strength lay in playing football and matches, not in operating the Chinese Football League, meaning the probability of this venture losing money was very, very high; until they figured out Tang Ye's train of thought, FIFA could only wait.

"Wish me success."

Tang Ye and Infantino shook hands again.

"Come here."

Ten Hag handed the trophy to Tang Ye in the middle of the team; the latter first kissed the trophy, then looked at Kane beside him: "Do you want to hold it?"

"You lift it first."

"No, I mean I want you to lift it."

"Wow? Hiss..."

Kane took a sharp breath: "I think this might not be good?"

"Huh?"

Kane's English was a bit abstract, as if his tongue and lips were stuck together, leaving Tang Ye unable to understand.

Not understanding didn't matter; Tang Ye didn't bother chatting with his teammates either, and simply shoved the trophy into Kane's arms.

"Wow!"

The smile on Kane's face quickly spread.

"Then leave it to me."

"Phew..."

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang bang!

The newly arranged podium vibrated up and down continuously as the team members jumped about, awaiting Kane's countdown.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Wow!!!!"

Bang!

Bang bang bang!

Golden fireworks shot into the sky; Kane lifted the trophy above his head, his expression terrifying.

"Fuck!"

Mua!

Kane planted a kiss on the trophy: "Haha, fuck!"

"This is just the beginning!"