"..."
Cristiano Ronaldo said nothing.
The other Manchester United players in the dressing room said nothing either, leaving the room steeped in an incredibly strange atmosphere.
Of course, it was not completely silent. You could still hear Tang Ye breathing.
"Phew, phew..."
After taking several deep breaths, Tang Ye adjusted his breathing and tried to calm himself down.
It was only the beginning of 2022, and they had already lost the FA Cup. He had clearly lost control of his emotions just now.
Tang Ye shifted half a step to the side, giving Cristiano Ronaldo more room and freeing him from being pinned against the wall.
"What... do you want to say?"
Cristiano Ronaldo spoke more quietly than before, though his brow remained furrowed.
"I... phew, just what I said before. I don't have anything else to say."
Tang Ye looked at Cristiano Ronaldo again. "I still think you need to do what I said."
Gritting his teeth, Tang Ye stepped forward again.
Cristiano Ronaldo was forced back into the corner once more.
"..."
"Hey, hey!"
B. Fee and Rodri came over, each grabbing one of Tang Ye's arms. "Tom!"
B. Fee and Rodri did not seem to know what to say either. They could only restrain Tang Ye first.
The atmosphere was tense, but at least the two of them had not started fighting.
As long as they did not fight, the problem would be easy to resolve.
Well, it should be.
"Relax."
Mitchell van der Gaag finally stepped in, positioning himself between Tang Ye and Cristiano Ronaldo.
"I know you two disagree, but don't do this, okay? There's no need. We lost the match, and there'll be a post-match review. We can talk things through then. Arguing here right now is pointless."
"Okay? That's enough. Sit down, both