Tang En nodded.

"What do you think? I think you are not in a high mood. Don't you want to win the championship?"

"Of course I want to, even dream. But it's so bad that this opportunity comes to the ground... I don't want to be distracted before the key Champions League." Tang En whispered.

"I thought you would be arrogant and arrogant and promised to win all the championships..." Tang said.

"Are you praising me or belittle me?"

"Just a little surprised."

"Tang, you should be very clear. Even if we win all the games in the last two rounds, as long as the opponent wins all the games, we are still behind when they play one round less.

"Donn didn't know who the opponents of Manchester United and Chelsea in the last two rounds, but he thought that the possibility of these two teams losing in the last two rounds was too low. After all, this is a critical moment, and Chelsea and Manchester United will pay great attention to it.

"So in the round of the game, Chelsea and Manchester United face off against each other, no matter what the result is, we can't win the final championship: Chelsea wins, Chelsea wins; Manchester United wins, Manchester United champion; both sides draw, Manchester United champion, Chelsea runner-up.

Nothing will change,"

Tang nodded and didn't say anything. He thought what Tang En said made sense. Longing was beautiful, but things were not as simple as longing.

"If that's true... that's a pity." Suddenly, Chris Lack's voice sounded. He lay on the back of the seat and smacked his lips. "I saw the champion right in front of my hand, but I couldn't get it."

Tang Lan shrugged: "Where is perfect in the world?"

The players were still excitedly discussing how likely the team would win the league championship, but the coaching staff was silent. Tang En's analysis poured cold water on the coaches.
Chapter completed!