"Damn..."
Tang Ye clutched his head with both hands and slowly walked toward the referee.
Manchester United's captain was already prepared. If the referee ruled the goal invalid, Tang Ye would immediately lodge a complaint.
Seeing the referee pressing his earpiece without saying anything, Tang Ye quietly said, "It wasn't offside. Trust me, brother."
"..."
"Beep!!"
"No offside!"
"The goal stands!"
"Manchester United's fourth goal of the match!"
"From Cristiano Ronaldo!"
Once the goal was confirmed, Cristiano Ronaldo immediately spread his arms and sprinted toward the bench.
Bang!
Whoosh—!!!
Perhaps he was too excited, but the Portuguese star had actually forgotten his signature celebration.
"4-1!"
The match had only just passed the 70-minute mark, yet the aggregate score had already reached 8-2.
Never mind how well Manchester United were playing—Yellow Submarine were simply being completely dominated.
"Bravo!"
Tang Ye high-fived Cristiano Ronaldo.
He was about to go in for a hug, but seeing that Cristiano Ronaldo seemed somewhat resistant to embracing him, Tang Ye stopped himself.
No matter what, a goal was very okay.
After celebrating with his teammates, Cristiano Ronaldo still did not seem satisfied. He walked beneath the stands by the bench and let out a roar, as if announcing his return to the home fans.
"Oh, Cristiano Ronaldo seems to have found his form!"
"This is tremendous news for Manchester United, because we know what they need most right now is a striker with finishing ability. Cristiano Ronaldo's return to form... well... it can't exactly be called a return."
The commentator had clearly not prepared much and awkwardly got stuck right there.
But there really was a major problem here that made it difficult for him to give an accurate description.
You could not call it a return to form, because Cristiano Ronaldo had only started this