"Pogba!"
"Beautiful!"
Paul Pogba made a precise interception in the backfield, cutting out Müller's pass to Leroy Sané. Bayern Munich had lost their final chance to attack.
"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"
"Alright, that's the final whistle!"
"The final score is 2–1! Goals from Paul Pogba and Erling Haaland gave Borussia Dortmund a season sweep over Bayern Munich!"
The snow was still falling as Borussia Dortmund's players rushed out from the bench.
Win or lose, Dortmund would remain top of the Bundesliga, but beating Bayern Munich twice in a single season was a milestone for the Dortmund players.
"Ha ha, wow!"
Mati threw both hands high into the air.
Escribá had yet to react, but Dortmund's assistant coaches were already celebrating in advance.
This result widened Dortmund's gap over Bayern Munich even further.
And in Mati's eyes, Dortmund were already Bundesliga champions!
"..."
Müller stood where he was and sighed. After staring blankly for a while, he suddenly crouched down.
Tang Ye walked over and crouched in front of Müller. "Hey, it's okay. There are still plenty of matches left. It's not over."
Müller looked up at Tang Ye but said nothing.
Tang Ye wanted to say something more, but his teammates were already calling for him. He could only pat Müller on the back before running toward them.
A knee slide!
Bang!
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—!!!
Tang Ye tore a trail through the grass as he slid on his knees, with Erling Haaland and Paul Pogba kneeling beside him.
After looking around and making sure no cameras were pointed their way for the moment, Tang Ye covered his mouth and whispered, "We're already champions, actually."
"Oh!"
"Ha ha! Tom, humble!"
Haaland reminded Tang Ye not to get carried away.
"Hey, hey, we're champions already. Seriously."
Tang Ye was a year older than Haaland,