Manchester United are unbeatable!
Germany can't beat China. Go, King Tang!
Not bad, strong lineup, just no coach.
The benevolent are invincible vs. telepathy.
At this point, the nature of the Champions League semifinal had begun to change somewhat.
What had originally been nothing more than a contest between Bayern Munich and Manchester United had somehow turned into the ultimate showdown between ninjas and superpowered beings.
So, which was stronger: ninjas or superpowered beings?
Foreigners might not know, but for Chinese people who loved web novels, the answer was painfully simple.
Telepathy was obviously superior!
"This should be the strongest opponent we've faced in the Champions League this season."
In the away dressing room, Tang Ye was giving his teammates their final pre-match pep talk. "Mr. Erik said it during the video meeting: we need to deal with their wings properly, because their wide players are very fast."
"High press," Rodri whispered into Tang Ye's ear.
"Oh, right. And their high press. They'll probably come for the ball, so we handle it the same way as before. Before moving into position at the back, make sure you look at where the opponents are. Don't just look at your teammates' positions. That isn't enough!"
The dressing room was very quiet. Rodri and McClaren stood to Tang Ye's left and right, like the two guardians flanking a teacher at the podium.
Just as Tang Ye had said, Bayern Munich would be the strongest opponent they had faced in the Champions League this season, without question. Manchester United had to show their very best in this match, or elimination was all that awaited them.
"Come on, only two matches left!"
Tang Ye gestured for everyone to put their hands in.
McClaren's hand went on top, and Tang Ye placed his hand over McClaren's.