[He's here! King Tang!]
[Sound off! 1, 2, 3, 4... Tang Army assembled!]
[How do you even play against a newly promoted side? Isn't this just a straight-up slaughter?]
[Now this is the treatment, brothers. Let our Peking University national scholarship winner put on a show.]
[Burnley's starting lineup is worth only €70 million. Who said there were no weak teams in the Premier League? Though, to be fair, €70 million isn't exactly weak either.]
"Tang Ye!!"
"Wow!!!"
Pff!!!
Pff, pff!!!
Large quantities of dry ice erupted from both sides of the players' tunnel, forming a thick fog at its entrance that was impossible to see through.
Though no one had appeared yet, the fans in the stadium were already beside themselves with excitement.
"Tang Ye!"
"Tang Ye!"
"The fucking United King!"
Beep beep beep beep!!!!
The crowd of nearly 80,000 looked somewhat packed in. If nothing unexpected happened, the number of fans in attendance today had probably exceeded the stadium's seating capacity.
Just two weeks earlier, countless media outlets and newspapers had declared the dawn of a new era in modern football.
At a moment like this, fans had to come in person and witness the birth of that new era with their own eyes!
As the thick fog slowly dispersed, Tang Ye emerged holding his two Ballon d'Or trophies.
Just like at the awards ceremony, he held one in each hand. With the trophies hugged against his chest, he looked somewhat at a loss.
Click, click!
"Wow!!!"
"Bravo, Tom!"
Amid the cheers, Tang Ye stepped onto the pitch and slowly walked toward the center of the field.
Come to think of it, holding two Ballon d'Or trophies at once really was a little inconvenient.
After all, it meant Tang Ye had no way to applaud himself or the