Bro, was that really necessary?
Sure, that was very Tang Ye.
B. Fee probably didn't do it on purpose, right? It looked like he jumped pretty quickly.
Holy shit, you went after King Tang?
No substitution? Would Erik ten Hag even agree to that?
Borussia Dortmund made no substitution, and this time it was Erik ten Hag who got worked up. He ran straight to Dortmund's bench. "He's injured, substitute him!"
Erik ten Hag was timid and afraid of conceding an equalizer—that was true—but that was only part of the reason.
The key was that Tang Ye was essentially a Manchester United player!
What the hell was he trying to do?
Escribá took a step back. The Spaniard, who had been acting so arrogantly at Manchester United's bench just moments ago, knew he was in the wrong and could only avoid Erik ten Hag's question.
"Hey, Erik!"
Tang Ye called out. "Sir, I'm fine. I'm fine."
Although it was a fracture, fractures varied in severity. Tang Ye's was only a minor fracture. If not for the risk of the bone shifting, it probably wouldn't even have needed bandaging.
"Hey!"
Erik ten Hag spread his hands. "Are you sure you're not coming off?"
"Sorry."
Tang Ye tidied himself up a little by the touchline as the team doctor gave him a few instructions. "Be careful not to let your right hand take any impact. If there's likely to be contact, you need to avoid it directly."
"Okay, okay!"
The painkiller spray worked well. Tang Ye barely felt anything now, and after shaking out his legs, he prepared to return to the pitch.
Erik ten Hag was less than five meters away from Tang Ye. He wanted to try persuading him a little more, but seeing Tang Ye like this, he knew