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

Chapter 707 The Dragon of the Dragon Stadium

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No. 1: Champions League Final.

No. 2: Dortmund vs. Chelsea in the Champions League.

……

Hey!

Tang Ye shoved Lü Dige away and then raised his hands.

Once the referee's attention returned, Tang Ye pointed at Lüdiger and shouted, "Foul!"

"Hey, come on! There's no need for that!"

Rüdiger is explaining to the referee and hoping Tang Ye will put in a good word for him.

Will Tang Ye speak up for Lü Dige?

of course not!

Rüdiger pinched his nipple, which was clearly intentional.

Since it was intentional, then don't blame Tang Ye for being ruthless!

The referee came over and, in front of tens of millions of fans, criticized and educated Rüdiger: "You need to make sure your confrontations are reasonable. This is a warning, sir. If it happens again, I will consider imposing a penalty."

"Just pull out your cards."

Tang Ye tried to persuade him, pointing to his own nipple: "He pinched me..."

I'm a little embarrassed to talk about nipples.

"He pinched my chest."

"Hey, Tom, there's no need for that, it was just an accident."

Rüdiger gave Tang Ye a hug, hoping to gain his understanding.

"..."

Tang Ye was speechless.

"Remember, this is a warning!"

The referee shouted again, then walked away under Tang Ye's helpless gaze.

No sooner had the referee left than Rudiger came up to Tang Ye again, placing his hands on Tang Ye's chest.

Ok……

Ok.

This guy is just here to mess with people's mentality.

Since that's the case, Tang Ye will have to figure out a solution himself.

With a glance from Bellingham, the Dortmund attacking midfielder instantly understood what to do next.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle, and Reus began his run-up!
Bellingham and Akanji suddenly moved forward.

As expected, Rüdiger was forced to give up on Tang Ye and finally let go of his large hand.

ok!

His teammates went to the front, while Tang Ye ran to the back.

As planned, Reus made a long pass to Haaland at the far post.

Tang Ye found Azpilicueta and prepared to set a screen for Haaland, but the Dortmund center forward seemed to be a step too slow.

The two reached a consensus in a short time and temporarily changed the plan to have Haaland set screens for Tang Ye.

Tang Ye!

Jump up!
"what!"

He clenched his fists and headed the ball powerfully.

"..."

Mendy stood there, watching the ball fly past his ear.

“GOO—AAAA—LLLLL!!!!”

"My goodness, haha!"

"Tang Ye, that's a header goal!"

"A header from Tang Ye!"

"I really didn't expect this! Oh my, haha!"

The commentators were stunned, and Tang Ye himself was incredibly excited.

He glanced towards the goal, and after confirming, immediately turned and ran out.

"Vamos!!!"

As his teammates ran up, Tang Ye simply dodged to the side.

Maintain your maximum speed!

Slide on your knees!

boom!
Swish swish! ! !
He slid down and delivered the gift.

Tang Ye did not stand up immediately, but remained kneeling on the ground.

“barvo!”

His teammates rushed up from behind, knelt down beside Tang Ye, and embraced him tightly with their arms outstretched.

Wow!!!

"TangYe!"

"TangYe!!!!!"

The fans in the stands erupted instantly, and even Eskeriva from the bench rushed out, onto the field, and hugged Tang Ye, shouting, "Fuck, fuck, vamos! Haha!"

To be honest, Tang Ye's heading technique is not very good; in fact, it can be described as terrible.

Because he didn't even jump; he barely managed to reach the ball.

However, considering that the person who headed the ball was Tang Ye, and it was in the Champions League final.

That would be absolutely awesome!

Dongqiudi Live Match Report: Can you believe it? Reus' corner kick was headed in by Tang Ye after a forward run.

【? ? ? ? ? 】

[He's channeling Cristiano Ronaldo, isn't he? He's coming back to Manchester United right away for a passing of the torch.]

[Awesome!!!]

[It's a sure thing, guys, it's a sure thing. I told you Chelsea would never beat Dortmund.]

Mendy is rubbish! Why did Chelsea sell Courtois?!

Standing in the penalty area, Edward Mendy was immediately verbally abused.

However, as Chelsea's goalkeeper, Mendy is actually feeling very wronged right now.

He never imagined that Tang Ye's header would be a direct shot on goal.

Azpilicueta shrugged at Mendy, who sighed, "I thought it was a mid-air slash."

"...fuck!"

"Heja BVB!"

Boom!

"Heja BVB!"

Boom!

Since Dortmund scored the first goal, the Dortmund fans at the stadium were bound to try to make a scene.

This is, after all, the Champions League final; it's impossible to expect fans to suppress their passion.

Unfortunately, this isn't Westfalen!
"come on! Come on!"

Escriva was quite excited, waving his hands to signal the players on the field to keep this up.

"We're about to win! We're about to win!"

As the referee pushed him off the field, Escriva raised his hand to signal to the players on the field.

"Do not worry!"

Tang Ye called out, signaling to the coach not to be nervous.

I just don't know if Eskeriva listened to what I said.

Standing in front of the bench, Escriva seemed unable to remain calm as he paced back and forth.

Matti came over from the bench intending to comfort the Dortmund coach, but Escriva immediately put his arm around Matti's neck.

"Nice!"

"60 minutes left! The championship will be ours in 60 minutes!"

"..."

Well, since that's the case, then Marty doesn't need to say anything more.

I have a feeling there's something wrong with the feng shui of the Champions League, because in Matti's memory, Escriva has been mentally unstable for a long time.

43nd minute of the first half!

Dortmund's goal, of course, is to hold onto this score.

However, Tang Ye is very clear-headed right now. He knows that the team needs to use attack to suppress the opponent in order to prevent Chelsea from launching an attack against Dortmund.

Taking this factor into account, Tang Ye even accelerated his offensive pace after taking a 1-0 lead.

Fortunately, Bellingham's skills have improved rapidly this season.

Zude is now able to form a very good partnership with the master!
"I come!"

In the middle, Tang Ye received a pass from Bellingham.

Soon, Kanté and Werner charged at him simultaneously.

Hey!

Pogba's voice came from behind.

Tang Ye glanced back, then looked in the direction of Bellingham.

With his left foot, Tang Ye stepped on the ball and pulled it behind him. Just as Werner was getting close, Tang Ye suddenly pushed the ball forward, easily nutmegging the defender.

"Oh!!!"

Seeing that Tang Ye was about to rush past him, Werner gritted his teeth and had no choice but to commit a foul.

boom!
“Beep beep beep!!!”

Yellow Card: Werner.

After the foul, Werner covered his face with his hands, while Tuchel on the bench shook his head repeatedly.

So far, Chelsea have received three yellow cards for targeting Tang Ye (Werner, Azpilicueta, Mount).

Because of these three yellow cards, Tuchel is extremely anxious.

This will cause him a lot of trouble in making substitutions in the second half!

"Come!"

Pogba pulled Tang Ye up from the ground, the latter frowning with a not-so-good expression: "Damn it, I should have been able to dodge it!"

"Oh well, never mind!"

"..."

“Dortmund!”

"Dortmund!"

"Beep, beep beep—!!!!"

"Alright, everyone, the first half is over. The score is currently 1-0. Thanks to Tang Ye's header."

"Yes, that's right, hehe, that's right!"

"Due to Tang Ye's unexpected header, Dortmund is currently in the lead. Furthermore, judging from the game, Dortmund's attack is indeed better than Chelsea's!"

"Hey, well, it's hard to say. Chelsea actually had a lot of chances, but they didn't capitalize, like Havertz's penalty. That penalty was a real shame!" *Bang! Bang!*

Boom!

"Chelsea!"

"xuuuu!!!"

"Trash, trash!!!"

"Fucking idiot!"

Before the match, Chelsea fans kept mocking Dortmund because Dortmund won because of their Premier League players, not their own Bundesliga players.

This very topic led to the escalation of the conflict between the two sides.

Now that they're leading at halftime, Dortmund fans aren't going to hold back anymore.

"Noob!!!"

"xuuu!!!"

In a neutral stadium, if both sides have roughly the same number of players, a major battle is inevitable!
Neutral stadiums are battlegrounds!

Tuchel was greeting the Chelsea players who were coming off the field when Tang Ye approached.

Tang Ye sensed that Tuher wanted to shake his hand, but he didn't know whether he should extend his hand first.

After thinking it over, Tang Ye decided not to reach out for the time being.

Tuchel had the same idea. Seeing Tang Ye pull back his outstretched hand, the Blues coach also gave up the idea of ​​shaking hands with Tang Ye.

It wasn't the first time the two had met, but they hadn't really interacted, so their relationship was naturally a bit strange.

"..."

"Beautiful Tom!"

As soon as possible, Haaland gave Tang Ye a super hug and opened his mouth wide over Tang Ye's head.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're drooling, Erling!"

Tang Ye pushed Harland away: "Why are you drooling?"

"Oh, sorry! Haha!"

"I drank too much water just now!"

Haaland defended himself by pointing to the empty mineral water bottle on the ground.

Trusting his teammates, Tang Ye naturally believed that Haaland had simply made an accident.

"Wowhoo!!!"

In the locker room, the Dortmund players were basking in the joy of taking the lead.

"I won't say anything; I'm not good at this."

"but!"

Tang Ye stood in the middle of the locker room.

As the only player in the Dortmund squad to have won the Champions League, the maestro needs to share his experience.

This is the lesson learned.

"Our current lead is unbreakable."

"Because we've already won!"

"Wow!!!"

"Dortmund! Dortmund!!!"

"Quiet, quiet!"

Eskeriva arrived late and, seeing the chaos in the locker room, quickly told everyone not to rush.

"The game isn't over yet!"

"Ha ha!"

"okok!"

Tang Ye gave an "OK" sign, sat down in his seat, and started eating a banana.

At that moment, Pogba produced a bottle of champagne from somewhere and gradually approached Haaland.

"wow?"

Tang Ye's eyes lit up. Knowing what was about to happen, he remained silent to avoid Harland noticing anything unusual.

boom!
puff! ! !
Champagne overflowed from the bottle and was splashed on Haaland by Pogba.

"Oh, shit!"

Hey!

"Ha ha!"

"Champion!"

"Champion!"

"Wow!!"

"Okay, okay, let's stop celebrating and calm down. The game isn't over yet. Look here! We'll make some slight adjustments to our tactics in the second half."

Although Eskeriva's tone was very firm, the Dortmund players were currently too excited to listen to their coach.

Tang Ye is the only player from the entire Dortmund team to win the Champions League, so you can imagine how excited the other players are right now.

"Last 45 minutes!"

Boom!

With less than five minutes left in the final whistle, some Dortmund players were already getting restless.

They are preparing for the second half of the game!

Eskeriva appeared calm, but in reality, he was the one who most wanted to celebrate.

"Now!"

dong dong!

Tapping the tactical board, Eskeriva said with a determined expression, "We've come this far. Well, I know some of you probably didn't expect we'd make it to the finals."

"Of course, some people mistakenly believe that our goal this season is the Champions League final."

When he said this, Escriva glanced specifically in Tang Ye's direction. The Dortmund midfielder seemed to be losing his composure, because he knew that Escriva was talking about him.

Hey!
"But what I want to tell you is that none of that matters anymore. We've reached the Champions League final. We're just one step away from the Champions League title, and we're in the lead right now!"

He glanced at his watch: "The mid-to-long game is almost over. Let's head out now and get ready to play our second half."

"We'll get what we want in 45 minutes!"

"Long live Borussia Dortmund!!!"

boom!
boom!
The players who ran out of the locker room each kicked the door.

The locker room door at the Estádio do Dragão Stadium wasn't made of iron, and given the generally strong strength of professional players, the door was rendered useless after being kicked a fourth time.

Wow!!!

……

"China Media Group! Welcome back, viewers. This is the second half of the Champions League final..."

"..."

"Chilwell is on the wing. Mount, find an opportunity to get close!"

"Eh!"

"Beautiful, Pogba!"

"..."

"Bellingham is on the bottom!"

"Let's see how Dortmund plans to handle this attack..."

"Cross the ball into the penalty area."

In the contest between Haaland and Rüdiger, Haaland won the first ball, but his header was weak and went straight to Mendy.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

Urged on by Azpilicueta, Mendy sprinted to the edge of the penalty area with the ball and launched a long throw-in.

"Wow!!"

The long pass was delivered very high, crossing the center circle and going directly into Dortmund's half.

Piszczek vs. Mount!

"Oh!"

The two jumped up together, with Mount landing on top of Piszczek.

"what!"

Piszczek's head hit Mount's chest and he fell down. Without Piszczek's support, Mount also fell down.

Neither of them touched the ball.

Piszczek is doing alright, but Mount, as the fouling fouler, seems to have sprained his ankle.

"Kovacic is preparing, so Mount should be coming off the field."

"This is a free kick from Dortmund's own half."

"Yes, the goalkeeper can take the kick. Then Dortmund's attacking players should get into the penalty area as much as possible."

The CCTV commentators offered advice, and Dortmund initially considered the same approach.

"You do it."

Tang Ye suddenly spoke, looking at Sang Qiao.

"I come?"

Sancho was a little confused. Although he didn't have a heading ability, he shouldn't be allowed to take the ball from the backfield like this, right?
Tang Ye walked over to Sang Qiao's side, and the two whispered to each other for a while.

It's impossible to tell from the camera lens what Tang Ye said, but you can see that Sang Qiao's eyes are wide open, seemingly surprised by what Tang Ye said.

"Eh……"

"Dortmund has chosen to have Sancho take the set piece from their own half!"

"Tang Ye is about 20 meters ahead."

"Dortmund is trying to use a tiered passing system! Sancho first passes to Tang Ye, then Tang Ye makes a long pass into the penalty area, but I think that Sancho's position can actually be filled by the goalkeeper. Because the first pass doesn't need to be too accurate!"

"Beep!"

The referee blew his whistle, and most of the players on the field were in front of Chelsea's penalty area, with a considerable distance between them.

Because this is a set piece from the backfield, it means the ball won't immediately enter the penalty area.

Sancho, forward!

boom!
With the core of the attack tightened, Sancho delivered a very solid through ball.

It's Tang Ye from before!

Tang Ye stepped aside and let the ball roll past him with remarkable ease.

Sancho's through ball came to Tang Ye.

Look up!
Tang Ye designed the entire Dragon Stadium's playing field and found three suitable routes.

The most direct one is the one between myself and Mendy, with no other player blocking the way.

Okay, then the logic is clear!
With his supporting foot firmly planted, Tang Ye stretched out his entire body.

Swing your leg!

boom!
"Holy shit!"

The BBC commentator was startled, Mendy's heart skipped a beat, and he jumped up.

Unfortunately, Tang Ye's shot was a 9-point corner.

"GOOOO-AAAA-LLLLLL!!!!!"

"oh my god!"

……

(End of this chapter)