"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"
"The match is over!"
"Brothers, 6–2! Manchester United have won this year's Club World Cup! This is Manchester United's first trophy of the season!"
"Oh, right. Hehe, it's also our King Tang's first Club World Cup title."
There was no helping it. The gap in strength was simply too vast. For Al Hilal, defeating Manchester United head-on was practically an impossible task.
They were facing Manchester United. This squad was packed with players who had reached the World Cup semifinals last time around.
Clap! Clap!
"Vamos, Tom!"
"Vamos!"
Hearing the calls, Tang Ye rose from the bench, raised his clenched right fist, and excitedly greeted the fans.
Meanwhile, Tang Ye had never taken his eyes off Kane. Even the broadcast director seemed to be focused on him.
"How do you feel right now?"
Kane was busy responding to the fans and seemed not to have heard Tang Ye.
"Haha!"
Tang Ye gave Juan Mata beside him a shove and pointed at Kane. "He's gone stupid!"
"Hey, what did you say?"
Only then did Kane turn around and ask what Tang Ye had just said, but Tang Ye remained silent, pretending nothing had happened.
"Come on! Please!"
Realizing that his captain seemed to be messing with him, Kane looked somewhat aggrieved. "Don't be like that, Tom."
"Don't treat me like a rookie. I'm old enough to be your uncle."
Normally, rookies were the ones who got pranked by the veterans. Kane was worried that Tang Ye had taken him for a rookie.
"I really didn't say anything. Osman can testify."
Under Kane's stare, Ousmane Dembélé raised both hands and put on an innocent expression. "I don't know anything."
[Fucking awesome, fucking awesome!!]
[Kane's curse wasn't that strong after all. It didn't even seem as bad as France's defending-champion