"Good afternoon."
Cristiano steadied Tang Ye by the waist with one hand and extended the other for a handshake. "We meet again."
"Why say 'again'? You've transferred here already, so isn't meeting normal?"
"Haha!"
Cristiano hugged Tang Ye.
"What do you think of Manchester United now? You were at Manchester United more than ten years ago, right? I used to watch you play on TV when I was little."
Tang Ye and Cristiano walked toward the middle of the training ground.
"Mm... honestly, I don't think much has changed."
Cristiano glanced toward the gym. "Carrington doesn't feel much different from how I remember it."
"Some things are a little too outdated."
Both Cristiano and Tang Ye were Manchester United players, and the former was even a club legend, so they could speak more boldly.
"Haha, you think so too!"
Tang Ye looked as though he had found a kindred spirit. "The training equipment here really isn't very good, and the cafeteria is kind of old too. I feel like Borussia Dortmund and Villarreal both have better facilities than this place, even though Manchester United is richer."
"But it's all the same."
Tang Ye abruptly changed tack. "We're better. I think that's enough, Cristiano."
"Win more matches, and once the club has more money, we can replace the equipment."
"No, no, no. This isn't about winning matches, Tom. Winning matches can't solve everything."
"No, you're wrong, Cristiano. Professional teams are supposed to win matches. The more matches we win, the more people will support us."
Tang Ye gestured as he spoke. "We just need to maintain our current win rate. In a few years, the training ground and stadium will both be renovated. I talked to Osman about this before."
"Oh, no! It's not as simple as you think."
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