Chapter 624: The Heart of the Champion Red Devil Beats Slowly Inside Dortmund's Body

"N'Golo."

Tang Ye embraced Kanté in the tunnel.

Kanté was a rather shy person, but since he and Tang Ye had known each other for many years, and with no cameras present here, he was naturally willing to chat a bit longer.

"I never expected you to go play in the Fan Fan Dejia, Tom."

Kanté and Tang Ye shook hands repeatedly.

"Is that good news or bad news?"

Tang Ye asked jokingly.

"Haha."

Kanté revealed his signature gap-toothed smile: "Well... for the league, it's good news, but for the Champions League, the Champions League, it's not good news."

"Haha."

Kanté's words made quite a few Chelsea and Dortmund players nearby laugh out loud.

Teams from the same league cannot be drawn against each other in the Champions League group stage, so Chelsea was originally impossible to meet Tang Ye.

But now, with Tang Ye's loan, Chelsea and Tang Ye collided directly; this was the reason he said "the Champions League is not good news."

"Actually, it's all the same; you guys are indeed very strong this season, and I wouldn't want to run into you either."

Tang Ye embraced Azpilicueta, who stood in place and couldn't help but sigh: "The first time I met you, you were still a Premier League rookie."

"So you are my senior."

Tang Ye and Azpilicueta fist-bumped: "Good luck in the second half."

"Good luck."

"Alright, dear viewers, welcome back, this is..."

Dortmund held their positions while the home team, Chelsea, began making substitutions again.

Giroud replaced Abraham, who had performed well in the first half.

Chelsea had brought on a target man, and still playing in a 4-3-3 formation, they looked very similar to Dortmund.

Tang Ye swapped positions with Reus, moving to the right flank.

He drew over many defensive players, but Tang Ye was long accustomed to this.

Dribbling with the outside of his foot, he accelerated toward the byline.

It was still that familiar feeling; although the speed wasn't fast, Tang Ye's dribbling had such a strong rhythm that the marking Chelsea players found nowhere to start.

Using his peripheral vision to constantly observe the situation in the center, Tang Ye's mind was filled with lines of red.

The Super Nordic Cod played its role at this moment; Tang Ye already possessed fast thinking speed, and now this advantage was further specially enhanced by the Cod.

Now he had three relatively good options.

1. Let Haaland go to the byline, then have Reus fill in the penalty area. If that were the case...

2. Switch play to the left flank, then...

According to Tang Ye's judgment, the first two options were both quite good, but Tang Ye chose the third one.

Boom!

Jumping up, he sharply tapped the ball with his heel; Tang Ye completed an emergency stop.

Creating distance from the defending player, Tang Ye moved toward the central position.

"Tang Ye, choosing to cut inside himself!"

"He's speeding up; Kanté is still tracking him, but I feel the chances aren't great."

"It mainly depends on the defenders."

"Tang Ye!"

Slap slap!

Executing a combination play with Reus, Tang Ye arrived at the arc.

Haaland very intelligently charged into the penalty area, drawing away a full two defending players for Tang Ye.

"Huff huff!"

Panting sounds constantly came from around him as Tang Ye lifted his right leg.

Feinting a shot, he hooked the ball onto his left foot!

Shifting sideways, he passed from his left foot back to his right!

Boom!

After two feints, he finally unleashed a long-range shot.

The goalkeeper jumped out, but saving a shot like this relied purely on guessing, and the probability of guessing correctly was extremely, extremely low.

"Goal!"

"A worldie from Tang Ye!"

"Dortmund has equalized the score while trailing!"

Jumping up and throwing an uppercut, Tang Ye ran quickly toward the sideline.

"Come on, come on!"

Shouting to signal Bellingham to follow, Tang Ye delivered a knee slide.

Boom!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Completing the knee slide, Tang Ye suddenly stood up and let out a explosive roar at the stands.

"Ooh..."

"Let's watch the replay; this goal truly wasn't the goalkeeper's fault. Even if you brought in Alisson or De Gea, there would be nothing they could do."

It was a very simple combination of feints followed by a shot, but analyzing it in slow motion reveals considerable depth.

During the first feint with the ball, Tang Ye could have already shot, but he chose to execute another feint.

This was because, during that first feint, Tang Ye knew the goalkeeper's attention was fixed on him and would casually shift to the right.

By actively moving toward the center-back's face, his intention was to use the Chelsea defender's body to block the Chelsea goalkeeper's line of sight.

"It might not count as particularly deep thinking, but you must realize this decision was made during actual match play."

"Yes, this is exactly what we discussed earlier: making the most correct choice within an extremely short timeframe. This is one of Tang Ye's distinguishing traits compared to other midfielders."

"TY!"

Bang! Bang!

"TY!"

Bang! Bang!

German fans traveling to England face epidemic prevention restrictions (they can enter, but cannot return afterward), so very few Dortmund supporters were present at the stadium today.

Yet the away stand still reached its capacity limit.

This was because those seated in the away stand were not Dortmund fans, but Manchester United supporters.

They had come to visit Tom, who had been snatched away by the Germans.

"Glory, Glory, Man United!"

"Glory, Glory, Man United!"

"United!"

Bang! Bang!

"United!"

Bang! Bang!

"Eh... well..."

The CCTV commentators seemed somewhat at a loss for words.

The anthem ringing out across Stamford Bridge was Manchester United's team song, yet neither of today's competing teams was Manchester United.

"Well, although we say today isn't Manchester United's match, the United fans present can feel a certain... um... unfamiliar sense of familiarity?"

"This description might not be entirely appropriate, but I feel it is apt."

"Because not only the United fans at the stadium, but also some United supporters watching on television, should be able to find an indescribable sense of familiarity in this match."

"This is because Manchester United's heart is beating inside Dortmund's body; the heartbeats of United fans and Dortmund have briefly synchronized..."

In the camera frame, Tang Ye fully spread his arms toward the stands, causing fans wearing Manchester United jerseys to burst into tears.

Boo-hoo-hoo!

It's Tom!

"Tom, hurry back!"

"Those Germans are no good; return to Manchester!"

Tang Ye fist-bumped the Manchester United fans in the stands; fearing he might lose control and say something inappropriate, he simply exchanged greetings before slipping away immediately.

After the match reached the 65th minute, Escrivá finally made his substitution, but the team's main theme today remained unchanged: they still focused primarily on attack, with Bellingham positioned very far forward.

Tang Ye pulled the ball to his feet.

Whoosh!

Taking a deep breath, he changed direction and began running toward the left flank.

"Faster, faster!"

Urging Bellingham to make his run, Tang Ye spotted the opportunity and pushed a through-ball forward.

Bellingham controlled the ball!

"Eh!"

Bellingham committed a fatal error: his foot missed the ball completely while attempting to control it, allowing it to roll straight past him.

From a god's-eye view, Bellingham had practically gifted the ball to Kovačić.

Slap!

Kovačić burst forward with explosive speed, carrying the ball straight toward the attacking third at a terrifying pace.

"Kovačić!"

"Dortmund must be careful, because they are currently short-handed in midfield and defense!"

There was only Pogba in the defensive midfield position, and Pogba was performing quite poorly.

Because there was no instant replay at that moment, Reece James easily collected the ball ahead of Pogba and immediately surged forward with explosive speed.

"Fuck!"

Pogba still wanted to commit a foul to pull his opponent down, but even attempting a foul was now too late.

Dribbling forward with fierce momentum, Reece James used his speed to create an opportunity.

A cross!