"Hello, everyone, and welcome to this round of Premier League action. We're live at the thirty-fifth round of the Premier League. I'm your good friend Luo Cheng, and beside me is my partner, Miao Jikun."
"I'm sure everyone has heard the news about Newcastle's tactical reshuffle."
"Lu Yang has returned to the attacking midfield position. Can he provide Newcastle with something like nuclear power? We'll find out after the match!"
"On screen now, both teams are warming up. There are only thirty minutes left until kickoff... Oh dear, Fenio's first touch there was a little outrageous. It's rare for him to start today, so it's understandable that he's a bit excited."
"Huh? Sasso and Deyas don't look too sharp in their rondo either. Deyas's earlier long passes to Fenio were both overhit."
"At the moment, the atmosphere within all seven Premier League sister clubs is extremely tense. Because as things stand, all seven teams still have a chance to win the title."
"This may be Newcastle's first time experiencing such a situation. Whether they can produce standout performances under such pressure is everyone's biggest question."
"However, judging from their previous matches, Newcastle's players have generally been in poor form recently. The only one in good form is out for the season."
Half an hour later, the match officially kicked off.
"Alright, I'll now introduce the starting players for both sides," Luo Cheng said.
Miao Jikun stood beside him with a baffled look on his face.
In the previous matches, you always covered Newcastle, which everyone knew, while making me cover those teams nobody knew anything about. How the hell was I supposed to introduce them?
Finally, this time both sides had players everyone knew. You cover Newcastle, I cover Tottenham; you cover Tottenham, I cover Newcastle.
What the hell do