Chapter 606: I Damn Well Said I'd Take You to the Champions League Title, So I Will

Dongqiu Di pinned post: The Champions League semi-final between Bayern and Manchester United is underway, with the current score at 1:2, Bayern trailing.

Dembélé received the ball in the attacking third, his two legs moving so fast they blurred.

His footwork was incredibly quick; Bayern's defenders had absolutely no way to handle Dembélé.

Thiago prepared to foul, but he already had a yellow card to his name.

Reason prevailed, and Thiago ultimately did not pull Dembélé down.

Slap!

He passed the ball to Tang Ye, who had moved up to support.

"Go!"

Müller and Goretzka immediately ran toward Tang Ye.

Glancing left and right to assess the situation, Tang Ye quickly made his choice.

Slap!

He passed the ball forward to Allar, who controlled it with his chest.

Allar was now right on the edge of the penalty area, with two Bayern center-backs directly behind him!

Alaba bumped Allar from behind, but Allar adjusted his body and held his ground firmly.

"Hey!"

Tang Ye shouted, and Allar got ready.

Pushing the ball gently forward, Allar set up a screen for Tang Ye.

While running up, he observed the defenders in the box; Tang Ye lifted his head for a glance.

Neuer's attention was now completely fixed on him.

In that case, the probability of scoring directly from long range was very low, so Tang Ye chose to stop abruptly and trap the ball.

He performed a V-drag to adjust his position.

Stepping out with his right foot, swinging both arms, he immediately executed a curled shot.

Slap!

"He shot directly!"

"Neuer!"

"Ooh! Beautiful!"

"Neuer! What an incredibly difficult save!"

Neuer stretched his body so perfectly that he actually blocked Tang Ye's shot, which had been aimed at an almost impossible angle.

"Beautiful!!!"

Jerome Jerome Boateng grabbed Neuer's head, while the latter raised both arms and roared with all his might.

If Manchester United managed to push the score to 3:1, Bayern might as well surrender immediately.

Undoubtedly, Neuer's save had saved Bayern!

Pfft!

Tang Ye rubbed his neck and scraped his studs against the grass beneath his feet: "Damn..."

【Why the hell is Neuer in such good form?】

【Verdict confirmed: De Gea is inferior to Neuer in this match. Actually, Duck shouldn't have gone all out in the league; he should have saved his form for the Champions League.】

【He saved a shot aimed at the top corner; what can you do about that?】

【Tang Ye is truly ruthless; why does Allar always go limp when playing against strong teams...】

【Can Jerome Jerome Boateng concede another penalty? If he gives away one more, I'll acknowledge him as the world's number one defender!】

The strength of both sides is very close; one can only say that without that penalty, the score would likely still be level.

At this moment, the match had already reached the 70th minute.

After some deliberation, both sides made substitution adjustments; Flick sent substitute players onto the field with note cards to communicate the revised tactics to the players on the pitch.

But as for Manchester United's side...

McLaren was still sitting in his seat.

This guy looked dazed; it was unclear whether he possessed the ability to make tactical adjustments during the match.

Tang Ye moved to the wing to receive support, but as soon as he got the ball, he was fouled by a Bayern player.

Coman extended his leg, placing it in front of Tang Ye like a trap.

Naturally, one would fall for a trap set at such close range; Tang Ye was knocked straight to the ground, even rolling one and a half times.

"Fuck!"

Bang!

Slamming his right fist fiercely onto the turf, Tang Ye jumped up from the ground and shoved Coman.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Coman pushed Tang Ye away, and soon the two began cursing at each other.

Due to the high pressure, both sides were acting somewhat aggressively, and just as the conflict was about to escalate, Müller and Lewandowski rushed over and pulled Coman away.

"Forget it, forget it!"

"There's not much time left!"

Bayern was currently the trailing side; getting into a conflict would definitely be a loss for them.

Even if the person you were conflicting with was Tang Ye, it was not allowed!

The live camera instantly panned upward to the VIP stands, where a man stood with his arms crossed over his chest, the wrinkles around his eyes knitted together.

Although he was wearing a mask, this posed no problem for the CCTV commentators.

"Tang Tang Zhengxiong! This is Tang Ye's father; he has also come to the scene today to watch the match."

"It is evident that Tang Tang Zhengxiong is still under immense pressure."

Although not an absolutely loyal fan, Tang Tang Zhengxiong naturally knew how important the Champions League was.

At this moment, his identity as a Liwupu fan had to take a back seat.

Go, Manchester United!

After the 80th minute, some Manchester United fans in the stands took off their jerseys and waved them around.

Manchester United had now switched to a five-defender formation.

The logic was simple: hold on for another 10 minutes, and Manchester United would win!

Win the semi-final and advance to the Champions League!

Bayern now controlled the ball; Dembélé and Ye He, who had just come on as a substitute, combined to apply pressure.

The Bayern players clearly hadn't expected Dembélé to still be able to run this fast at this stage.

However, it was no problem, because the pressure from the two of them could be easily resolved through passing.

Receiving the back-pass, Neuer looked up to assess the situation, spread both arms, and without stopping the ball, immediately launched a long-distance pass.

The camera followed the movement.

Neuer's pass went very far, targeting Coman on the left side of the attacking third!

Stop the ball!

Controlling the ball with his chest, Wan-Bissaka quickly closed in.

But Wan-Bissaka seemed a bit too naive; he thought that marking the ball-carrier would solve all problems.

Snap!

Coman passed the ball to Müller, who was making a run alongside him, instantly rendering Wan-Bissaka's defense useless.

"Wow!"

Müller dribbled down the flank, running at the maximum speed he could muster.

There was a teammate in the center ready to receive!

"Cover! Cover!"

De Gea signaled for his teammates to go up and disrupt, but soon Lewandowski ran into the penalty area as well, causing Bailly, who had been preparing to step out, to now be unable to do so.

Müller!

Snap!

A low cross from the Bayern striker rolled past Bailly's back and went straight to Lewandowski.

!

Fans of both sides held their breath, watching Lewandowski take the shot.

De Gea sat down on the spot with his arms spread wide, but before he could even hit the ground, Lewandowski's shot had already gone in.

"Goal!"

"A goal by Lewandowski!"

"Oh my god!"

"Bayern has equalized the score almost at the very last moment!"

The score changed from 1:2 to 2:2; with Lewandowski scoring, Bayern was no longer the side trailing.

"Ah!!!"

Flick raised both hands, and several Bayern players on the bench rushed onto the pitch.

"Hey, don't enter the field, don't enter the field!"

The assistant referee and the fourth official quickly drove the Bayern players back.

Substitute players entering the field directly was certainly a foul, but it had to be said that this was indeed a goal worthy of unrestrained celebration.

"Roar!!!"

Muscles bulging on his body, Lewandowski performed a knee slide on the grass.

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Last-minute equalizer! Müller crosses, Lewandowski finishes to score, Bayern draws Manchester United 2:2!

"Hiss..."

"This is indeed a bit unexpected!"

"Yes, Manchester United, who are best at counter-attacks, was actually hit with a perfect counter-attack by their opponent."

Manchester United had been done in.

This had something to do with the absence of a head coach today, but on the other hand, Bayern's form was truly impeccable.

A cliff-like leader in Fan Fan Dejia, Bayern had finally displayed their strength at the last moment.