"Here, here!"
Bang!
Tang Ye completed the tackle on Trent Alexander-Arnold with one kick.
"Beep, beep-beep!!!"
Just as the ball went out of bounds, the referee blew the final whistle.
"The match is over!!"
"The final score is 4–1. Borussia Dortmund have claimed victory away from home!"
The commentator's voice boomed as the deafening noise from the stadium reached the fans watching in front of their televisions through the broadcast equipment.
"Dear viewers, this is the live broadcast of Matchday 31 of the 2020–21 German top-flight football season. With this victory, Borussia Dortmund have 84 points after 31 rounds and have secured this season's Bundesliga title in advance!"
"That means that no matter what Bayern Munich achieve in the remaining three rounds, the Bundesliga title is beyond their reach this season!"
On screen, Escribá charged onto the pitch with Mati.
"Vamos!!!"
"Roar!!!"
Bang!
He immediately went for a knee slide!
Escribá had certainly intended to knee-slide, but he had been retired for too long and his technique was utterly dreadful. He had meant to glide over the grass, yet somehow ended up slamming straight down onto his knees.
"Ah!!"
"Ferran!"
Escribá cried out in pain as Mati hurried up behind him. "Are you okay, Ferran?"
"Fuck!"
Escribá climbed up from the grass, gritted his teeth, and charged toward Tang Ye.
Bang!
The two crashed into each other.
"Haha!"
Escribá kept slapping Tang Ye on the back. Tang Ye gave a heave and lifted Escribá completely off the ground.
"Dortmund!"
Bang, bang!
"Dortmund!"
Bang, bang, bang!
"Champions! Champions!"
Marco Reus had lost his sense of direction and staggered his way to the away end. Without bothering with anything else, he let out a roar first.
"Champions!!!"
Tang Ye had been about to head to the away stand with Escribá to celebrate,