Osimhen's Template Complete! The Final Match Before European Leagues Shut Down

Manchester United official: We are champions!

Manchester United pinned a post on social media featuring a group photo of every player in the squad alongside head coach Erik ten Hag, with the EFL Cup trophy, naturally, placed in the middle.

Winning a trophy was great, but honestly, for Manchester United's greedy fans and players, the EFL Cup could only be considered a garnish now.

If they wanted true satisfaction, this was merely the beginning.

"Happy birthday to you~"

"Happy birthday to you~"

"..."

Clap clap clap clap!!!

"Happy birthday, Tom!"

The players celebrated Tang Ye's twenty-first birthday for him on the training ground.

"Haha, thank you!"

Tang Ye hugged Ousmane Dembélé and Marcus Rashford in turn, and of course, Erik ten Hag as well.

From today onward, he was twenty-one. For an ordinary adult, that meant growing a year older, but for a professional footballer, it meant taking another step closer to his peak.

Many people believed eighteen was the peak of human physical ability, but that was actually wrong.

At least for professional players, it was wrong. Under high-intensity training, most players' physical attributes kept improving until they stopped at twenty-five or twenty-six.

That was also why Tang Ye's market value was so outrageous: Manchester United's midfielder was still some way from his physical peak.

"Phew..."

Tang Ye breathed into his hands, and white mist slowly drifted away.

When he looked up at the sky, perhaps because the weather was too cold, not even birds could be seen above the training ground.

Twenty-one already...

Time had passed so quickly...

"Hey, Tom, what are you doing?"

Dembélé gave Tang Ye a shove, pulling him back from his wandering thoughts. "Aren't you going to get that problem treated?" (referring to ADHD)

"It isn't easy to deal with. Besides, mine isn't that