After Paris Saint-Germain was removed from the list, I led England to victory!

After the starting whistle blew.

Under the massive yellow and black dome, Borussia Dortmund fans cheered loudly to encourage their team's first attacking wave.

The opening act was high-pressure.

Hoffenheim, following their tactics, proactively relinquished possession and quickly tightened their formation, with Kaderabek and Schulz moving towards the center.

Amiri and Kramaric, the two holding midfielders, dropped directly in front of the defensive line. The four defenders, along with the two of them, formed a mobile and highly flexible defensive line in the area behind the center circle.

Instead of rushing to intercept, they used tight positioning to block Dortmund's direct passing lanes, forcing them to make medium- to long-range passes.

"Hoffenheim conceded possession early on, their positioning was very deep!" the commentator's voice rang out. "This is a classic Nagelsmann trap; they're trying to lure Dortmund into pressing high up the pitch."

Dortmund's passing began to pick up the pace.

Weigl and Dahoud kept looking for forward through balls, trying to find the feet of the spearhead, Aubameyang.

But Hübner was like a magnet stuck to Dortmund's striker, following him closely, pressing him with his body and interfering with his footwork.

Once the ball is passed to the flank, especially the right flank that Hoffenheim deliberately left wide open, Yan Yuan, who has retreated to the right defensive midfield position, will quickly cover the gap.

Although the defensive midfield position is not Xiao Yan's usual area, his football intelligence allowed him to instantly understand his role.

In the 18th minute, Dortmund's attack, after their penetration was thwarted, attempted to shift to the left flank.

Just as Götze received the ball at the left edge of the penalty area and was trying to turn and get away, a blue figure suddenly closed in on him.

It's Yan Yuan!

He nimbly moved across the border from his own post to provide additional defense.

As Götze turned and ran, Yan Yuan decisively stepped forward to intercept, his body lowered and his shoulders slightly crouched, delivering a clean and crisp "snap" move.

This is the "sinking force" that is most emphasized in Tai Chi. Yan Yuan's core strength and the stability of his body's center of gravity played a crucial role at this moment.

Yan Yuan's Tai Chi and strength training were not for nothing.

Götze was somehow pushed back half a step while running, and the ball was gently poked away by the inside of his right foot!

The commentators were amazed by the scene: "Beautiful and clean defense! It comes from Yan Yuan, the most expensive U18 player in the Bundesliga! He completely saw through Götze's move!" The commentator exclaimed, "Yan didn't use any unnecessary movements; Dortmund's attack was simply extinguished! By the way, this kid is currently ranked first in the Champions League top scorer list!"

The moment Yan Yuan received the ball, he had already raised his head.

In his view, Dortmund's defense was briefly thrown into disarray by the loss of possession in the attacking third.

Without any hesitation, he pushed with the instep of his left foot, the ball cutting through the brief no-man's-land in midfield like a sharp blade, precisely finding Geiger at the forefront.

"Through pass! Great ball!" the commentator shouted, "Hoffenheim's counter-attack!"

Geiger demonstrated his excellent physical awareness, using his strong back to hold off Toprak's sudden attack and then using the outside of his right foot to gently push the rolling ball forward.

With this smooth movement, the ball slid perfectly between Toprak's legs and was delivered directly to Uth's feet as he made a diagonal run into the penalty area.

One-on-one! Uth calmly slotted the ball into the far corner of the goal from the onrushing Bürki!

But Bürki made a world-class save, his toes barely brushing the ball and changing its trajectory.

"Bang!"

The ball bounced off the far post and back into play!

The Dortmund defender, still shaken, immediately cleared the ball with a long kick.

A huge sigh erupted from the Westfalen Stadium, followed by deafening applause.

"Bürki saved Dortmund!" The commentator's voice trembled. "Uth missed a golden opportunity, but Hoffenheim's counter-attack strategy was extremely clear. From intercepting the ball to the through pass, and then Geiger's pass, it was all done in one go!"

Although Yan is a winger... he handled the game like a seasoned midfield commander!

Yan Yuan ran back from inside Dortmund's penalty area, bumped fists with Uth, and showed little regret in his eyes.

He knew that this wasn't the only opportunity.

At this point, Nagelsmann gestured from the sidelines, signaling the players to officially shift their tactical focus to the right flank where Yan Yuan was located!

Geiger's position clearly shifted to the right and front, almost parallel to Yan Yuan's.

Schulz on the left flank pushed forward aggressively, like a sharp knife inserted into Dortmund's flank, directly facing Piszczek.

This forced Dortmund's right-wing attacking and defensive pivot to be unable to tuck in and provide defensive support.

At this moment, Hoffenheim's attack began a suffocating chain reaction on the right flank.

Yan Yuan and Geiger's cooperation became incredibly seamless. Geiger dropped back to link up play and organize the offense, while Yan Yuan moved to the sideline or the flanks to receive the ball.

After he cut inside and feigned a shot, Geiger immediately moved up to receive the cutback pass; Geiger drew the defense and then passed the ball to the wing, where Yan Yuan used this moment to launch an attack on the defense.

Schmelzer on Dortmund's left flank was immediately caught in a 1-on-2 situation, with Yan Yuan and Geiger taking turns attacking him.

Schmelzer was constantly on the move, forcing Toprak to leave his defensive zone multiple times to cover for him, leaving Dortmund's entire backline stretched thin.

In the 37th minute, Amiri intercepted Dahoud's slightly hesitant cross in the middle!

Amiri barely paused, maintaining his balance in the physical confrontation, and immediately made a cross pass, accurately finding Kramaric in the middle.

Kramaric, without stopping the ball, used a beautiful half-turn to deftly pass it to Geiger, who was positioned on the wing, in the face of Weigl's interference.

Geiger was alone with Schmelzer, who pushed forward with the instep of his right foot.

The ball was delivered precisely to Yan Yuan's feet as he made a high-speed run into the rib area!

"Three passes! In just three seconds! That's fast! Hoffenheim's attack is quite well-organized!" the commentator exclaimed excitedly.

The moment Yan Yuan received the ball, Toprak disregarded his original marking position and rushed diagonally at high speed to try to block Yan Yuan's path to cut inside.

In a flash, he lifted his right foot, as if to cut inside and shoot.

This feint was so realistic that Toprak's center of gravity instantly shifted inward!

Just then, Yan Yuan flicked his right ankle slightly, changing the point of contact with the ball from pushing with the instep to lightly tapping it forward with the outside of his foot.

At the same time, he pushed off the turf with tremendous force, unleashing astonishing speed, and hurtled straight towards the depths of Dortmund's penalty area along the byline!

"Yan has made it to the bottom! That was a feint! Yan has shaken off Toprak!" the commentator exclaimed.

Toprak was completely outmaneuvered and slid in to try and block the cross, but it was too late.

Yan Yuan caught up with the ball near the baseline. Without any time to adjust, he faced the rolling ball, pointed his right foot, and used a pass-like motion.

This move wasn't a high cross, but a low, flat, triangular back pass with excellent speed, power, and angle.

The ball, with a strong inward spin, sped through the dense crowd near the penalty spot, bypassing all possible interceptions.

It rolled with perfect precision towards the vacuum zone at the edge of the penalty area!

There's only one person there!

That person was Ute, who had been flanking from the back post the moment Toprak started their defensive rotation.

He adjusted his footing before Weigl could make a sliding tackle, met the ball with the instep of his left foot, and calmly pushed it down without any fancy moves!

The ball skimmed along the grass, as if precisely guided, and swooped straight into the near corner of the goal!

Dortmund goalkeeper Bürki made a desperate dive to the side, but Uth's shot was extremely precise and difficult to execute.

The football crossed the goal line and slammed into the net!

"Goooooooal!!! Uh oh! Uh oh! 1-0! Hoffenheim takes the lead away from home! A breathtaking team attack! A flawless final pass and goal!" The commentary booth went completely wild.

"Look at how this ball was initiated! Amiri intercepted! Kramaric, Geiger, Yan! Three consecutive one-touch passes tore apart the defense, Yan's byline dribble and cutback pass! It was textbook-level composure and precision! This is the most expensive U18 player in the Bundesliga!!!"

The clamor at the Westfalen Stadium was instantly frozen.

Countless Dortmund fans held their heads in disbelief.

Nagelsmann pumped his fist on the sidelines, his face beaming with barely contained excitement, while his assistant coaches embraced tightly around him.

On the field, the Hoffenheim players swarmed towards Uth, and Yan Yuan was the first to rush over, grabbing him and yelling in his ear, "That was a beautiful shot!"

Ute slapped him hard on the back: "Yan, it's your positioning! You're the one who created the opening!"

On the stat sheet at halftime, Yan Yuan's name stood out: 4 successful head-on confrontations and 3 key passes.

After halftime, Dortmund coach Peter went all out in the second half.

Götze was substituted off, and Sahin, with his rich experience and superior long-range shooting ability, came on.

The formation also changed to a very aggressive 4-2-4, with Reus switching from the right wing to the left, directly facing the right flank of Hoffenheim guarded by Yan Yuan and Kaderabek.

Dortmund launched a full-scale attack, like a tidal wave crashing down on the ground.

Under immense pressure, Hoffenheim's defense began to experience unprecedented strain.

Reus covered a huge area on the left flank, sometimes cutting inside and sometimes darting to the side, putting Yan Yuan and Kaderabek to a great test.

In the 52nd minute, Schmelzer received a pass on the left wing, but instead of going down the wing, he directly delivered a 45-degree cross!

The ball spun and was lobbed into the center of Hoffenheim's penalty area.

Aubameyang used his incredible jumping ability to overpower the retreating defender Vogt and flick his head back!

"Danger!" the commentator shouted.

Near the penalty spot where the ball was flicked on, a yellow figure flashed like a ghost; it was Reus, who had switched to the central midfield area.

The ball speed wasn't fast, and the height was just right for a volley!

Reus twisted his waist and swung his leg, striking the lower middle part of the ball hard with the instep of his right foot!

However, just as the ball was launched like a cannonball, a blue figure flew sideways past him.

Kramaric!

He started his chase the instant Aubameyang headed the ball, and at the crucial moment when Reus was about to shoot, he leaped to block the shot!

A muffled thud!

The ball slammed heavily into Kramaric's thigh!

But it didn't bounce off; the impact caused a fatal change in the ball's trajectory.

The ball, originally aimed at the far corner of the goal, strangely deflected in a zigzag pattern, flying in a small arc towards the near corner of the goal.

Goalkeeper Baumann had already dived completely towards the far corner, and there was nothing he could do about the change of direction!

"Goooooal!!! Reus!!! My God! It's a deflection! 1-1! Dortmund has equalized!" The enormous roar instantly ripped off the roof of Westfall.

Bowman slammed his fist on the turf.

Kramaric clutched his thigh in pain, but as he watched the ball go into the net, his eyes were filled with frustration.

Yan Yuan ran over and pulled him up, patting him hard on the shoulder: "Inevitable, Kramaric, your blockade was very brave."

Yan Yuan knew that the team had to react immediately, otherwise they would definitely be completely overwhelmed by Dortmund's terrifying home atmosphere.

Shortly after, Kramaric readjusted, dropping deep between center-backs Vogt and Hübner to form a temporary five-man defense, focused on blocking Aubameyang's space to sprint.

As the clock ticked into the 60th minute, the situation became extremely tense.

Dortmund controlled the game, but struggled to find a breakthrough against Hoffenheim's extremely compressed space.

Nagelsmann, standing on the sidelines, had eyes as sharp as an eagle, and he spotted the weaknesses in Dortmund's formation exposed by the pressure.

Nash quickly passed new instructions to Gnabry on the sidelines.

Moments later, a Dortmund corner kick was punched out of the penalty area by Baumann, giving Hoffenheim a rare chance to catch their breath.

Hoffenheim players still seem to prioritize passing the ball to Yan Yuan and Geiger on the right wing.

After receiving the ball, Yan Yuan pretended to attack Schmelzer again.

Toprak, as expected, instinctively moved a step closer to Yan Yuan.

In that very instant!

Gnabry, who was originally operating on the left flank, seemed to have received a clear instruction and suddenly started from the center line with astonishing speed.

He sprinted at full speed towards the opening on Dortmund's left flank!

Meanwhile, Schulz on the left wing seemed to have been freed from all constraints.

After Baumann saved a Dortmund shot, he didn't opt ​​for a slow, short pass to organize the attack, but instead quickly passed the ball to the left wing.

"Baumann throws the ball to the left! Schulz! His acceleration is incredible!" the commentator exclaimed. "Hoffenheim is on the counter-attack! Dortmund has a wide-open space on the left!"

Schulz charged forward with the ball at breakneck speed.

He was met only by Piszczek, who was frantically chasing after him, but the distance between them was widening.

Dortmund's midfielders Sahin and Dahoud tried desperately to track back, but their focus was on the middle.

Schulz sprinted nearly 50 meters, and just as he approached the corner of Dortmund's penalty area, Piszczek finally caught up and attempted to disrupt him with an unconventional sliding tackle.

Schulz shielded the ball, and Piszczek's tackle failed to reach it, but it brought Schulz down to the ground.

The referee did not blow the whistle, and the ball rolled out of bounds.

Just as Dortmund fans were about to breathe a sigh of relief, Hoffenheim cleared the corner kick!

Gnabry was positioned just outside the penalty area on the left side to receive the second ball.

He looked up and saw that Dortmund's defense had just gone through a desperate defensive retreat from their own penalty area and then pushed forward again, resulting in extremely chaotic positioning.

A huge vacuum has once again appeared on Dortmund's left flank!

In that vacuum zone, a blue figure shot out at full speed like an arrow, diagonally plunging into the rear post – it was Yan Yuan!

Gnabry and Yan Yuan had a good understanding.

He didn't stop the ball, nor did he dribble; instead, he used the outside of his left foot to flick a fast, unpredictable inward-spinning arc!

The football spun around the chaotic crowd in the middle, bypassed Toprak's head as he leaped, and landed precisely at the far post of the penalty area.

"Gnabry crosses! Looking for the far post! It's Yan Yuan again!!!" The commentator's voice rose to the highest level.

Just before Gnabry could take a shot, Yan Yuan launched a counter-attack from the moment Toprak was staring at the open space on the right wing, making a decisive run to beat the offside trap.

As the ball flew through the air, he just cleared Dortmund's entire flattened defensive line, completely unmarked!

Then, Yan Yuan used his peripheral vision to lock onto the rapidly spinning ball as it fell, adjusted his footwork, and fully stretched out his body!

His running route wasn't directly towards the goal, but rather towards the opening where the ball was about to fall.

With the instep of his right foot meeting the descending ball, he calmly chose to volley it!

"Bang!"

He volleyed the ball in a perfect arc, sending it over the head of Bürki, who had rushed out of his goal but had lost all angle to make a save.

The shot dipped sharply, hitting the edge of the six-yard box and bouncing into the net!

"Gooooooal!!! Yan Yuan! Hoffenheim takes the lead again! 2-1! Offside trap! Beautiful tap-in!" the commentators exclaimed. "Gnabry's swirl was a work of art! Yan Yuan's positioning and judgment of the ball's trajectory are top-notch! Toprak... he thought he was offside, but the linesman's eyes were sharp! Nagelsmann! Perfect tactical deception! Yan Yuan, the perfect tactical executor!"

Off the field, Nash was also cheering for his protégé's goal.

"Well done!! Kid!! You were at your best!!!"

The air in the Westfalenstadion seemed to be sucked out instantly, and the nearly 80,000 home fans fell into a deathly silence.

The Hoffenheim players on the field rushed towards Yan Yuan in jubilation, and Gnabry jumped onto his back: "Beautiful run! Yan! That was the smartest run I've ever seen!"

Yan Yuan was pinned to the ground by his teammates and almost couldn't breathe.

Dortmund kicked off again, and the atmosphere was completely different.

The Black and Yellow Army started pushing forward with all their players, with the defensive line even pushing past the midfield line!

Aubameyang, Reus, Pulisic, Sahin, Dahoud...

Almost all the players with attacking capabilities surged toward Hoffenheim's half like a tidal wave.

The shouts of Westfallen rose again, hoarse and desperate, filled with a do-or-die madness.

Hoffenheim, understanding the situation perfectly, changed their formation, completely abandoning the midfield and attack, and turning into an extremely flat 5-3-2!

Vogt played in the center, with Kaderabek and Amiri playing right and left center-back respectively. Hübner had moved to the left, and Schulz was positioned very far back as a left wing-back.

Yan Yuan was given more defensive duties, essentially becoming a right wing-back who had to drop back.

These three lines are tightly compressed, like a giant shield, bearing the brunt of Dortmund's attacks.

Time ticked by, and Dortmund's attacks were all bark and no bite, failing to penetrate Hoffenheim's solid defense. Instead, their excessive pressing left huge spaces in their own half.

In the 86th minute, Dortmund earned what was possibly their last corner kick attack opportunity.

Almost all the fans in the Westfalen stadium stood up.

Weigl took the corner kick, and the curved ball found the center with precision.

But chaos reigned in Hoffenheim's penalty area, where Vogt used all his strength to push past Aubameyang in a high-flying scramble.

He leaped high, and with a powerful header, headed the ball far into Dortmund's half!

"Clearance! Hoffenheim captain! Vogt! He's stepped up!!" the commentator exclaimed.

Near the center circle, Dortmund only had two deep-lying players, Sahin and Sokratis, while Weigl, who had just taken a corner kick outside the center circle, was still outside the penalty area preparing to contest for the second ball.

The ball landed towards Dortmund's right half.

Yan Yuan's keen sense of smell allowed him to detect the impending end of the game almost the instant his captain jumped!

He used all his strength to start from the edge of his own penalty area, like a wild horse, his target straight for the falling ball!

The commentator could barely keep up with the pace: "Counterattack! Terminator Yan Yuan has launched another attack! Huge space! This is Hoffenheim's chance to kill the game!"

Sahin was closest to the ball's landing point at that moment, and he rushed forward to seize the first point.

In the 89th minute, Yan Yuan sprinted at full speed, his mind exceptionally clear. Just as the two were about to collide and Sahin was about to touch the ball,

Yan Yuan's right foot got there first and poked the ball!

He poked the ball not forward, but diagonally to the right of his body!

At the same time, he forcefully twisted his footwork, using a small but incredibly clear change of direction to get past Sahin, who had lunged too hard and lost his balance, from his left side.

It swept past like a whirlwind.

"With just one change of direction, he wiped out Sahin!" The commentator's voice was already hoarse.

Only one obstacle remained blocking Yan Yuan's path: the experienced Papastathopoulos.

This fierce general fought and retreated, keeping his center of gravity low, trying to block Yan Yuan's inside cut.

As Yan Yuan dribbled forward, his eyes were fixed on Papa's movements.

Entering the area on the right side of the penalty arc, he observed that Papa's center of gravity was completely shifted towards the center, preparing for his long-range shot.

Yan Yuan did not hesitate.

He subtly and suddenly flicked the ball to the right with the outside of his right foot!

This move doesn't aim for absolute distance, but rather to slightly deflect the ball away from Papa's protective circle.

"I can't wait any longer, let's see what number 17 is going to do! This kid has given us so many surprises!!!" The commentator could only exclaim in amazement.

This change of direction came extremely suddenly, and although the magnitude was small, the timing was precise.

It took advantage of the moment when Papastathopoulos shifted his weight as he moved sideways!

Papa was tricked and forced to turn around to chase back. His foot slipped suddenly, and although he didn't fall, his chasing route and speed were instantly interrupted.

Using the tiny bit of space he gained, Yan Yuan adjusted his footwork and faced the ball that he had pushed aside about half a meter.

His gaze passed over Papa and was fixed on the far corner of the goal where Bürki was guarding, but he changed his mind at the last second!

He noticed that goalkeeper Bürki's positioning had a very subtle tendency to shift towards the far corner the moment Papa slipped.

In a flash, Yan Yuan chose to trust his instincts and make a decisive final shot.

Instead of a powerful shot, he used his lower leg to generate tremendous force, aiming the inside of his right foot at the lower middle part of the ball, and unleashed a concealed yet explosive low shot.

The ball was as fast as lightning, skimming along the grass and soaring straight towards the top of the near corner of the goal!

Bürki did anticipate the ball moving towards the far corner, but when he saw it heading towards the near corner, he was startled and lunged to the left like a spring!

He could almost feel the scorching airflow as the ball sped past his fingertips.

"Swish!" That's the sound of the soccer ball hitting the net.

The sound was faint, but deadly!

The football, grazing the angle between the lower edge of the crossbar and the near post, like a precise scalpel, pierced the top of the net through the near post.

"Gooooooal!!! Yan Yuan!! Scores twice at Dortmund's home ground! 3-1! Hoffenheim has completely secured the victory! The match is over!"

"My God! I dare say, after this match, [Terminator Yan]'s value will increase by at least several million euros!!" The commentary booth went completely wild, microphones were being slammed down loudly.

The sea of ​​yellow and black at Westfalen Stadium fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

The ecstatic Dortmund fans looked as if they had been choked, clutching their heads in despair, some even collapsing into their seats.

Meanwhile, the small group of blue-clad Hoffenheim fans erupted in a wild celebration that seemed to pierce the sky.

They leaped and swung everything they could, roaring with all their might!

"Terminator Yan! Terminator Yan!!!"

"Number 17, our hero!!!"

"We can always trust Yan!!!"

After scoring, Yan Yuan stopped and stood at the corner of the penalty area, not far from the goal.

He didn't immediately sprint, roar, or make any of the passionate or provocative celebrations common in modern football.

Yan Yuan plans to use a new celebration move.

He lowered his body slightly and naturally assumed a posture: his feet were about shoulder-width apart, his knees were slightly bent, and his center of gravity was lowered like a pine tree rooted to the earth.

Then, he slowly raised both arms, placed his left hand lightly on his abdomen, and raised his right hand in a semi-circle, palm down as if pressing down on floating clouds.

A graceful, steady movement with a strange rhythm emerged.

Yan Yuan assumed a horse stance, his arms outstretched in a yin-yang shape, a very beautiful posture.

This is a movement he practiced countless times day after day in the open space of the training base; it's the starting stance of Tai Chi, the Single Whip.

The running teammates paused involuntarily, their faces showing a mixture of ecstatic joy and momentary astonishment.

In the stands, the fans' voices paused for a moment, then erupted into a huge wave of sound, a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

"Look! What's that move?"

"It must be Chinese Kung Fu. I saw it when I traveled to China!"

"Quick, take a picture! That move is so cool, I want to learn it when I get home!"

In the front row, a young Dortmund fan forgot his own team, staring wide-eyed at the field and asking his father what that move was.

The commentators paused for half a second, then suddenly realized: "Wait... Yan is celebrating... What kind of move is that? I guess it's Chinese Kung Fu! An unprecedented celebration! This young man! He declared victory in the most Eastern way at Dortmund's intimidating home ground! This is the first time I've ever seen such a celebration!"

The Dortmund fans in the stands nearby couldn't help but applaud a few times.

In those brief, frozen seconds, Yan Yuan was completely overwhelmed by the ecstasy of his teammates.

Yan Yuan had just finished celebrating.

Gnabry came over and hugged him tightly, Amiri jumped onto his back, and Kramaric vigorously rubbed his head...

All the teammates expressed their excitement and affection in the simplest and most enthusiastic way.

On the sidelines, Nagelsmann's clenched fists had already relaxed as he gazed at the group of figures huddled together.

With an almost indulgent smile, he shook his head and muttered softly, "This kid..."

Nash's smile revealed extreme relief after being relieved of a heavy burden and boundless appreciation for his beloved disciple.