"I told you! I told you!"
Ousmane Dembélé pointed at Tang Ye's nose and shouted, "Didn't I say he'd win two at once?!"
He spread his hands. "It's not that I'm putting pressure on FIFA. I just knew the result a long time ago."
"Holy... shit... fuck!"
Erik ten Hag raised both hands to his head.
At that moment, the Manchester United manager had completely forgotten what he had wanted to do just now.
He came over to Tang Ye with Rodri. "Two—you mean two? Is it two?"
"..."
Surrounded by his coach and teammates, Tang Ye looked a little embarrassed. He unconsciously shifted his backside back. "I even held up the gesture. How could it not be two..."
"Haha! Fuck!"
Rodri gave Tang Ye a huge hug.
They were so close that Tang Ye could even feel the hot breath coming from Rodri's nose against his ear.
"Come on! Shit!"
The Manchester United players' exclamations filled the locker room.
All anyone could say was that Tang Ye's journey here had truly been far from easy.
The Ballon d'Or that had been unfairly canceled in 2020 had now, in turn, made this 22-year-old Asian boy's career.
"Make way, make way!"
De Jong casually picked up an empty water bottle from the floor and held it out to Tang Ye as a microphone. "Having won both the 2020 and 2021 Ballon d'Or trophies, you now own a total of three Ballon d'Ors. Mr. Tom, what do you have to say about that?"
"Haha!"
"Wow!!!"
Hiss...
Tang Ye took a deep breath, looking as though he had made up his mind.
He brought his mouth close to the water bottle.
He wanted to say something, but after thinking for a long time, Tang Ye still could not come up with anything appropriate.