Football: I am only 16 years old, and you want me to retire and make a comeback?

Chapter 697 An Impossible Opportunity Is Within Reach
"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

Because of Manchester City's comeback defeat, the smoke that should have risen at Westfalenstadion failed to rise.

The game will go into overtime after a few minutes of rest, with players from both sides gathering in front of their respective benches.

"Borussia!"

"Dortmund!"

"Dortmund!"

Bang bang bang!
"TangYe!"

When Tang Ye arrived below the podium, Dortmund fans suddenly became agitated.

"Take us on another charge!"

"TY, take us to the Champions League final!"

"..."

The reason the fans are shouting so loudly is because they have realized that the situation is developing in a bad direction.

Manchester City showed superior strength compared to Borussia Dortmund in the second half!

Something is going to happen!

Tang Ye didn't say anything, but just glanced in the direction of the stands.

To be honest, Tang Ye is quite confident if the game goes to penalties, because Dortmund has many penalty specialists.

but!

Tang Ye was skeptical about whether the match could be dragged into a penalty shootout.

"Come on, hurry up!"

Reus shouted, and the Dortmund players gathered in front of Matti.

Are you okay?

The first thing Marty did was to check Tang Ye's physical fitness.

After receiving Tang Ye's affirmative reply, the Dort physiotherapy team rushed over and gestured for Tang Ye to sit down on the grass.

The players gathered around, and Tang Ye sat in front of Mati, while two physiotherapists continuously rubbed essential oils on his calves and thighs.

"In the last 30 minutes, our key is to drag the game into a penalty shootout."

"I know some of you may not like defense, but you need to understand one thing: there's nothing shameful about playing defense!"

Marty shouted, "Losing the game is shameful!"

"We've come this far, so we can't afford to lose!"

The players didn't speak, they just nodded to indicate that they understood.

As Matti was emphasizing the defensive tactics for overtime, Tang Ye suddenly shouted from the grass.

"what!"

"what happened?"

Marty's expression tightened.

"It's okay, it's okay, it just hurts a little when you press it."

Tang Ye raised his hand in apology: "It was my fault."

"You can lie down first, it's okay."

Marty indicated to Tang Ye that he could be more casual.

Tang Ye lay down, intending to close his eyes and rest, but he noticed Pogba's condition.

Dortmund's defensive midfielder placed his right foot on the grass and twisted it back and forth.

"..."

"Paul, why don't you get off?"

Tang Ye suddenly spoke up.

Marty first looked at Tang Ye, then, as if remembering something, looked at Pogba again: "Can you still hold on?"

Logically speaking, Pogba should still be able to run, but Tang Ye certainly wouldn't say that for no reason.

Sure enough, Pogba hesitated when asked the question.

"You can go now, Paul, it's alright."

Reus also started to persuade him.

Pogba's performance in this match was only average; there was no need for him to push himself too hard.

"Save your energy for the final, Paul."

Tang Ye continued.

Pogba took a step back: "Then how do we get to the final?"

"We'll definitely make it to the finals."

Tang Ye reached out his left hand and slapped Pogba on the calf: "Get down, get down."

"..."

Pogba remained silent, which Mattia took as a tacit agreement, and immediately substituted him with Witsel.

Perfect, since we need to stall for time anyway, it's quite reasonable to replace a defensive midfielder with a defender.

Just then, Tang Ye's leg massage was almost finished.

Tang Ye stood up and placed one hand on Pogba's shoulder.

"Relax a bit, watch us."

Dortmund's Champions League knockout stage this season is like a chaotic world, and as the sole winner of last season's Premier League three-way battle, this environment is simply tailor-made for Tang Ye.

In times of chaos, it's the perfect time to show off your skills!

"come on! Come on!"

"Dortmund!"

clap clap clap! ! !
"..."

"Alright, welcome back, everyone. Overtime is about to begin."

"As you can see, Dortmund opted for possession, while Manchester City took control of the goal first."

"Hmm... Dortmund, Witsel replaces Pogba!"

Dortmund's intentions—first possession of the ball, then the defense—are all too obvious.

They are determined to defend!

The camera pans to Manchester City, where Guardiola's facial muscles are contorted.

Everyone here is a coach of a top team and has the ability to analyze situations.

Guardiola certainly knew what Dortmund wanted to do, Eskeri... oh, I mean Matti.

Mattie also knew what Manchester City wanted to do.

In overtime, both sides' tactics were basically completely out in the open.

In a scenario where both sides have revealed their cards, who will emerge victorious?
That depends on how well you play Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game).

Everyone's cards are up-to-date, so it all comes down to who has the better hand!
"Beep!!!"

The game is on!

Haaland received the ball and immediately passed it back to Witsel, who then passed it to goalkeeper Bürki.

You think the next step is for Bürki to kick forward with a big kick?
Well... if you think that way, you're sorely mistaken.

Bürki passed directly to Hummels, who then passed to Akanji.

Okay, having secured possession in the first wave of extra time, Dortmund immediately began stalling for time.

[Hahaha, damn it, do I know why they brought on Pogba and put Tang Ye in defensive midfield?]

Honestly, I knew Marty wasn't very good. Here's what we'll do: let Esheng jump off the bench to take charge. At worst, he'll get arrested again.

[Being taken away means he can't even participate in the finals]

[If you lose the semifinals, there's no point in having a final. Get the order right, bro!]

Look at GGBond's defensive performance! To be honest, I've always thought GGBond's defense is better than Casemiro's.

Foden dribbled down the wing and made a run, and Tang Ye slowly moved closer to him.

Learning from the experience of the usual timing, this time Tang Ye did not press directly next to Foden, but left a considerable distance.

The meaning is quite clear: Tang Ye's main role is not to tackle and defend one-on-one, but to organize Dortmund's defense from the defensive midfield position.

It's the CPU!

"Left side, left side!"

"Hurry up!"

Piszczek cleared the ball, but Tang Ye still called for it.

"Just block the left side, I've already told you!"

"My bad, my bad!"

Piszczek's apology made Tang Ye feel uneasy.

Tang Ye still didn't like this way of getting along with his teammates.

But there was nothing we could do.

Manchester City has already gained the upper hand. If Dortmund players don't follow discipline when defending, they will really be out of the running for the final!

102th minute!

The game is about to change sides, and Manchester City will make one more attempt.

Snapped!
De Bruyne played a through ball, and Mahrez, making a diagonal run, collected the ball.

Logically, they should have cut inside and curled a shot, but since it's extra time, the players' physical condition doesn't support them doing things the way they normally would.

Mahrez passed the ball to Foden.

"careful!"

Tang Ye shouted, and at the same time Foden took a shot.

Snapped!
Witsel and Hummels fell to the ground simultaneously, one on each side.

Foden's shot bounced off Hummels.

But it is not over yet.

Bernardo Silva won the second ball, controlled it, adjusted, and took another shot.

Snapped!
This time it was Witsel's block.

It has to be said that Matti's substitution was absolutely perfect; Witsel got up incredibly fast after falling to the ground!

Third point!
Bernardo Silva still had the ball, but knowing his angle wasn't good, he chose to pass it to De Bruyne.

Take a look towards the goal!
De Bruyne was about to unleash a curling shot when Tang Ye suddenly rushed up from behind.

boom!
With a sliding tackle, Tang Ye successfully brought down De Bruyne and the ball. "Oh, Tang Ye's tackle was a bit too hard."

"We should take the card now."

"Beep!"

As expected, the referee showed Tang Ye a yellow card for the foul.

Yellow Card: Tang Ye

"These cards are for your mom!"

"Silly referee!"

"xuuu!!!!"

Fortunately, they've already reached the semi-finals, so there won't be any issues with accumulating yellow cards leading to suspension.

"Yes, even if Dortmund advances to the final, Tang Ye can still play, even though he received yellow cards in both semi-final matches."

"Yes, but Coach Zhan, you know the problem right now isn't Tang Ye's yellow card, but how Dortmund can advance to the final!"

call……

With a sigh, Tang Ye helped De Bruyne up from the ground and patted the Belgian's waist.

I'm so sorry, Kevin.

"..."

"Dortmund! (German)"

"We're heading to the Champions League final!"

"We are the best German team!"

"Long live! Long live Borussia Dortmund!"

"First! Borussia Dortmund is the team with the most potential!"

"..."

Dortmund die-hards in the south stand held their yellow and black scarves high, stretching them taut with both hands.

"Dortmund!"

"Dortmund!"

"..."

114th minute!

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Tang Ye accelerated towards Stones and made a tackle to dispossess the Manchester City defender.

However, Stones reacted quickly, stealing the ball back immediately.

Tang Ye decisively put his hand on Stones' shoulder.

"Fuck!"

To prevent Tang Ye from stealing the ball back, Stones decisively passed it to Walker on the wing.

Adjust the shot.

Walker!

Driving the ball himself would be the best option, but Walker can't run anymore.

Snapped!
A long pass was sent to the frontcourt, where it was received by Manchester City's heir apparent, Phil Foden.

"Oh!!!!"

This could very well be a goal that changes the course of the game!
Foden drove straight in, with Witsel in a difficult position beside him.

It wasn't a one-on-one chance, but Foden used his stamina as a substitute player to try and create an opportunity!
Approach slowly!

“Beep beep beep!!!”

Dortmund fans' hearts were pounding as Foden changed his pace on the edge of the penalty area.

!

Snapped!
A shot was taken, and Hummels fell to the ground inside the penalty area.

Foden's shot hit Hummels in the face and then bounced off.

"hurry up!"

Urged on by Martí, Guerrero rushed over and kicked the ball into the stands.

"Vamos!"

Eskeriva raised his hands as if he were the one who had come to the rescue.

"Pretty!"

boom!
Bürki and Hummels collided chest to chest, and the latter had a faint red mark at the corner of his eye.

Being hit in the face by an opponent's powerful shot is certainly not a pleasant experience.

Under normal circumstances, Hummels' face should have gone numb by now.

But right now, Hummels's mind is full of adrenaline, and he's completely oblivious to the pain on his face.

The German defender, having made the save, held Witsel tightly in his arms.

"Nice!!!"

"Drag it out to a penalty kick, a penalty kick!"

Reus was clapping and shouting on the field.

"Hmm... It's the 117th minute of the second half of extra time now. Dortmund still needs to find a way to hold on in the final moments."

"Delay the penalty kick time!"

"Yes, look at Dortmund's squad, players like Tang Ye, Haaland, and Reus are all top-class penalty takers."

Although Pogba has been substituted, Dortmund still has many penalty specialists on the field!

Hang in there!

[A double victory over Manchester!!!]

[We get to see Tang Qiuwang's penalty kicks again! Manchester City needs to see who the real penalty master is!]

Manchester City isn't weak either; De Bruyne is great at penalties.

[One in, one in!!!]

Manchester City fans realized something was wrong, with the away fans chanting "Goal!" repeatedly, putting increasing pressure on the players on the field.

Corner kick opportunity!

De Bruyne!

With his right hand raised, De Bruyne began his run-up!
Snapped!
"Forward post!"

Tang Ye spoke up, and Reus rushed forward from the near post, colliding with Foden.

Foden has the ball!

Pass back to Bernardo Silva!
Just as Bernardo Silva was about to send a through ball into the penalty area, Tang Ye made a diving block.

"Oh!"

Lying on the ground, Tang Ye stretched out his foot and kicked the ball away.

Give it to Ruben Diaz!
"hurry up!"

Thorgan made the tackle on Diaz.

Wow!!!

Dortmund have narrowly escaped disaster. Thorgan could have created a one-on-one opportunity by simply passing the ball to the player at the front.

Unfortunately, Dortmund had no one up front, and when defending corner kicks, they were all stuck in the penalty area.

There's really nothing we can do about it!
"Beep, beep beep—!!!"

"The referee blew the whistle to end extra time, so the two sides will have to go to penalties."

"The team that advances to the final will be decided by a penalty shootout!"

The stands were filled with chants of "Dortmund! Dortmund!" as the Dortmund players gathered again in front of the bench.

"Tom!"

A familiar voice came from the podium. Tang Ye turned his head and saw that Eskeriva was giving him a thumbs up.

"Go Tom!"

Without saying a word, Tang Ye raised his right hand forward and responded to Eskeriva's cheer with a thumbs-up.

……

Dongqiudi Match Report: In the second leg of the Champions League semi-final, neither side managed to score in extra time, leading to a penalty shootout.

"Everyone, pull yourselves together! Now is not the time to give in!"

Reus shouted, and the Dortmund captain pinched Thorgan's shoulder muscles from behind to get his teammate excited.

"Do we want possession of the ball or the goal?"

Matti asked the players what they thought, and at that moment Reus and Haaland both looked at Tang Ye.

"They should have the goal, anyway, regardless of the coin toss, we're going to kick it from behind."

Letting Manchester City take the penalty first is not only to better assess the situation, but also to give the players some rest time.

Then it's time for the penalty kicks.

“TY is first, then Erlin.”

"The third one is Marco! (Reus)"

"A fourth one, I need a fourth penalty taker now!"

Dortmund's first three penalty takers were uncontroversial, and if Pogba had been on the field, the first four would have been uncontroversial as well.

But now that Pogba is out, Martí needs to select the fourth and fifth penalty takers.

Between Hummels and Blanco.

Who wants to be the fourth one to kick?

Marty's implication was that he was asking who felt they were in better shape.

After deliberation, Hummels was ultimately chosen as the fourth player to place the ball.

"Alright, the note contains Ederson's penalty-taking habits. You can see for yourselves. I won't say anything else!"

Matti gathered all the Dortmund players and substitutes together, forming a large circle with their arms around each other's shoulders.

"When an opportunity that seems almost impossible is right in front of us, we must seize it with all our might!"

"Long live Borussia Dortmund!!!"

……

(End of this chapter)