"Ngolo."
Tang Ye hugged Kanté in the tunnel.
Kanté was fairly reserved by nature, but he and Tang Ye had known each other for years. Besides, there were no cameras here, so he was naturally willing to chat a little longer.
"I never thought you'd go play in the Bundesliga, Tom."
Kanté shook Tang Ye's hand several times.
"Is that good news or bad news?"
Tang Ye asked jokingly.
"Haha."
Kanté revealed his trademark gap between his front teeth. "Um... it's good news for the league, but for the Champions League, it's not good news."
"Haha."
Kanté's words made quite a few Chelsea and Borussia Dortmund players nearby laugh.
Teams from the same league could not be drawn together in the Champions League group stage, so Chelsea should never have been able to face Tang Ye.
But now that Tang Ye had gone out on loan, Chelsea had run straight into him. That was why Kanté said it was "not good news" for the Champions League.
"It's all the same, really. You've been incredible this season. I wouldn't want to face you either."
Tang Ye hugged César Azpilicueta. Standing there, the latter could not help sighing. "The first time I met you, you were still a Premier League rookie."
"So you're my senior."
Tang Ye bumped fists with Azpilicueta. "Good luck in the second half."
"You too."
"Alright, welcome back, everyone, this is..."
Borussia Dortmund made no move, while the home side Chelsea began making substitutions again.
Olivier Giroud came on for Abraham, who had performed well in the first half.
Chelsea had brought on a big target man, and they were still playing 4-3-3. They looked very similar to Borussia Dortmund.
Tang Ye switched positions with Marco Reus and moved to the right flank.
He drew plenty of