"Beautiful, Tang Ye!"
"3-0!!"
"Haha! Tang Ye has completely recovered his form since coming back from Paris!"
With the camera focused on him, Tang Ye ran toward the south stand and threw another uppercut after leaping into the air.
"Vamos!!!"
Manchester United were leading Norwich City 3-0 away from home, and the fans in the stands were even more excited than the players on the pitch.
Before the Ballon d'Or ceremony began, Tang Ye's form could only be described as terrible. You could even call it "sleepwalking every match."
Tang Ye had argued that his dip in form had nothing to do with worrying about the Ballon d'Or. Looking at it now, he had been talking complete nonsense.
With the Ballon d'Or ceremony over, the old Tom had regained his fighting spirit!
"Xuu!!!"
Norwich City fans stood on their seats and gave Tang Ye the middle finger. "Fuck you! Get lost!"
"This isn't where you celebrate!"
"Xuuu!!!"
Beep beep beep beep!!!
Haha!
Faced with the taunts, Tang Ye wore a broad smile. He even walked beneath the stand and bumped fists with a Norwich City fan.
Because he had discovered that not every home supporter was cursing him.
Some Norwich City fans, knowing their team was bound to lose, had chosen Tang Ye's side!
Yes, they had chosen correctly.
Tang Ye was on the side of justice!
"Show us the Ballon d'Or!"
"Ballon d'Or, Tom!"
The fans shouted, both Norwich City and Manchester United supporters alike.
"...No!"
Tang Ye raised his right hand, refusing the fans' request to see the trophies.
He placed one hand over his chest. "I didn't bring them. If you want to see the trophies, you'll have to wait until the 30th! Manchester United versus Burnley!"
"Then we won't get to see them!"
"We can't get