Chapter 896: The Conversation Between Ten Hag and Tang Ye

Shared: Man City released a video preparing for the Champions League final.

Man City’s tweet video looked like a variety show, with players boarding a bus loaded with their suitcases.

“We’re now heading to Manchester Airport.”

A voice came from somewhere—probably the cameraman.

“Hey Erling, how are you feeling now?”

The camera turned to Haaland’s face; the Man City striker was adjusting his seat: “Well… pretty good. Even though we just lost the FA Cup, I think we have a better chance of winning the Champions League.”

Haaland pointed his right index finger at the camera: “Tom won’t keep winning forever—I guarantee it.”

“Haha!”

“Thanks for the interview, Erling. Good luck to us.”

After that, the cameraman interviewed De Bruyne and several other players.

Although they just lost the FA Cup, Man City’s players overall still seemed confident.

In recent seasons, Man United have won a full two Champions League titles—that defies logic.

No team has ever won that many Champions League titles in a row!

Not even with Tang Ye and Dembélé on the squad!

“Okay, everyone sit down, sit down—we’re about to depart!”

Guardiola stood at the front of the bus, clapping to get everyone’s attention: “We’ll reach Istanbul tonight. Rest up. I don’t need to stress again how important tomorrow’s match is—you all know it already.”

“This is our last chance this season.”

Guardiola first rubbed his scalp out of habit, then suddenly grew serious.

“Defeat Man United, win the Champions League—that’s the only possible outcome tomorrow!”

“Wow!!!”

【Scared the shit out of me】

【666666, you really want the Champions League that bad? But Man City’s actually pretty damn good—this season, I’ve rarely seen any team match Man United in open play.】

【Laughed my ass off—Guardiola’s still scratching his scalp? Is the pressure really that bad…】

Guardiola: As long as Ten Hag lives, my scalp will never rest!

【Liverpool fans say they’re backing Man City—go ahead, Guardiola!】

【Liverpool, hahaha, cracked up—how come fifth place in the Premier League is speaking up? Go play against my King Tang’s UDC academy.】

It started off fine, but as the conversation went on, the comment section grew increasingly heated.

It seemed strange, but it was an inevitable result.

This season, both Man City and Liverpool fans were deeply resentful.

Also, Man United fans have become increasingly arrogant in recent seasons!

Don’t they understand humility!?

…

The Manchester Evening News predicts the Champions League final starting XI: De Jong injured, McTominay replaces him; Tang Ye vs. De Bruyne.

Man City officially released their Champions League final promotional poster: “All or Nothing.”

Man United legend Ferdinand: The six-trophy season is unstoppable—this season, Man City must become the sacrifice.

Marca republished a Saudi media report—Al Nassr is pressuring Man United to make a decision; they want direct communication with Tang Ye.

Marca—Real Madrid is verifying the relationship between Al Nassr and Man United. If Al Nassr’s offer for Tang Ye is genuine, Real Madrid may withdraw.

“Tang Ye’s transfer fee and salary are a major issue for Real Madrid. If it’s confirmed they can’t compete with the Saudi club, Florentino Pérez wants to shift focus to Rodri—Real Madrid is willing to offer over 150 million euros for Rodri.”

“Of course, if Tang Ye prefers Real Madrid over the Saudi club, our offer remains valid.”

Perhaps because Real Madrid have been bullied by Premier League teams for too long, they want a major move this summer window.

Tang Ye is their top target; Rodri is the second choice.

Real Madrid seem determined to sign a Man United midfielder, but one thing to note: whether it’s Tang Ye or Rodri, completing either transfer will be extremely difficult.

At this point, Real Madrid’s only advantage over Man United is Spain’s better weather.

And then… that’s it.

…

“Knock knock!”

A knock came at the door. Ten Hag hurried over and opened it to find Tang Ye standing outside.

“Mr. Erik, you called for me?”

“Yes, come in.”

Ten Hag led Tang Ye to the room’s balcony.

It was just at dusk; Istanbul’s view was quite nice.

“The weather here is great,” Ten Hag remarked.

“Of course—it’s hard to imagine anywhere worse than Manchester. We get too much rain there.”

Tang Ye said, recalling when he’d just gotten off the bus: “Istanbul has a lot of cats, and they’re not afraid of people—haha. I remember last time I played here, I met a few cats too.”

“It’s an animal-friendly country,” Tang Ye concluded.

“You seem in good spirits, so I chose this moment to call you—hope it doesn’t affect tomorrow’s match.”

“Oh, no problem, sir. If you have any arrangements, just tell me directly.”

Though summoned unexpectedly, Tang Ye didn’t find it troublesome.

Tomorrow was the Champions League final; it was normal for the head coach to have sudden plans.

“Ederson might start tomorrow.”

Tang Ye said.

“Oh no, no—I didn’t call you about the match.”

Ten Hag interrupted him.

“Hmm… sigh. I want to ask you about something related to Saudi Arabia.”

“…”

Tang Ye fell silent. His earlier smile vanished; his expression turned serious.

Throughout, Ten Hag watched the eyes of his Man United captain: “I heard you hesitated on Saudi Arabia’s offer—you didn’t reject it immediately.”

“…Yeah.”

“So does that mean… I know asking this now might be inappropriate—tomorrow’s the Champions League final. But I still need to ask. I need your answer.”

“Will you go to Saudi Arabia?”

“…”

Tang Ye didn’t speak: “I…”

Ten Hag’s pupils dilated for an instant, then shrank back: “So you’ve already decided, haven’t you?”

“I haven’t decided yet. There’s plenty of time before the summer window. I still have time to think. I’m not in a rush. Tomorrow is the Champions League; after that, I have the Asian Cup.”

Ten Hag looked at Tang Ye.

Though Tang Ye said he hadn’t decided, Ten Hag knew him well enough to suspect his subconscious had already made up his mind.

“So why do you want to go there?”

Ten Hag recalled the online comments: “If you feel the Premier League is too exhausting, tell me. Maybe I haven’t done well enough in some areas—I should give you more rest, not start you in every match. We can discuss all this. Just tell me what you think.”

“I’ll show you that staying is the best choice.”

Huh…

Tang Ye took a long breath, then opened his mouth: “Maybe I just want a new environment.”

“…This.”