Chapter 639: The Hornets' Lineup Has Fully Gelled, Fan Fan Dejia Assists

RB Leipzig played in a 3-4-2-1 formation, while Dortmund stuck with their 3-2-4-1 setup, with Tang Ye and Bellingham positioned almost level with the two wingers.

If any other team tried a 3-2-4-1, the result would surely be four wide midfielders.

But if you let Dortmund play a 3-2-4-1, then apologies—it straightaway becomes a hand of 3.5 wingers plus 0.5 attacking midfielders.

Why say that?

Because what Tang Ye plays is half winger, half attacking midfielder!

Slap!

Guerreiro threaded a straight pass from the back, aiming for Sancho making a run toward the baseline on the right flank.

Sancho prepared to control the ball!

Just as Sancho was about to settle it, the Dortmund winger suddenly lifted his foot, letting the ball roll straight past him.

Possession came to Tang Ye's feet!

"Oh! When did Tang Ye get over there!"

"That was an unexpected run; Tang Ye and Sancho swapped positions!"

"Boooo!!!"

Discontented shouts rose from the home fans in the stands near the touchline as Tang Ye dribbled toward the baseline.

He nudged the ball forward bit by bit with the outside of his foot!

Halstenberg moved to intercept Tang Ye, while Angeliño came over to assist.

"Through the middle, through the middle!"

Tang Ye signaled for Bellingham to make a central run, then called Sancho over to combine with him.

Sancho's supporting run successfully drew Angeliño's attention, and Tang Ye immediately responded with a shoulder drop and a cut inside.

Pretending to be Messi!

Though not the 30-year-old Messi, but the 21-year-old Messi!

With a shoulder feint to shift the defender's weight combined with half a Cruyff turn, Tang Ye successfully cut inside.

He ran toward the penalty area, but entering it at that moment was basically impossible, so Tang Ye opted for a different move.

Slap!

【De Bruyne's Reverse Triangle Cross Lv5: Replication (Transcendent State)】

Proficiency: 1892/3500

Bellingham!

A long-range shot!

Boom!

"Goal!"

"A worldie from Bellingham outside the box! That was a first-time shot without controlling the ball!"

"Leipzig's midfield defensive lapse seems rather severe."

"Indeed, Sabitzer's marking on Bellingham appears to have had no substantial effect..."

The score became 0–1, with home side RB Leipzig trailing.

And it was only the 21st minute of the first half!

Dortmund had been running rampant in the Fan Fan Dejia league throughout December; everyone thought facing third-placed RB Leipzig would be much tougher, yet it turned out to be the same story.

Bellingham flung his right arm out sharply and slid on his knees toward the touchline, flashing three stripes.

A tribute to the assister, Tang Ye!

"Toooor!!!! (Goal!)"

The camera cut to Nagelsmann in front of the home team's bench.

The RB Leipzig coach stood motionless on the grass.

Lost memories surged into his mind.

Just last August, Tang Ye's Manchester United had shattered Leipzig with an utterly brutal style of play.

Now it was January 2021, and Nagelsmann remembered.

He remembered it all!

He remembered that feeling of being dominated by an opponent's number 10!

Different jersey colors, different team names, different teams!

It was just a new set of teammates; Tang Ye's suppression over Leipzig had always persisted!

"Red Bull Arena, wir sind da! (Red Bull Arena, we are here!)"

"Leipzig, Leipzig! (Leipzig, Leipzig!)"

"Wir lieben Leipzig! (We love Leipzig!)"

"Nie aufgeben, immer kämpfen! (Never give up, always fight!)"

After conceding, the home fans hastily began chanting their support songs.

The Leipzig players on the pitch showed little reaction, whereas the Dortmund supporters in the away section grew furious, rushing to the buffer zone between the home and away stands and immediately starting a shouting match with the opposition.

"Idiots!"

"You're third place, third!"

Several Dortmund fans held up three fingers, emphasizing that Leipzig's current league standing was inferior to Dortmund's, then slowly extended their middle fingers.

"Trash!"

"Borussia!"

"Dortmund!"

"Forever Dortmund!"

"We are Dortmund!"

Separated by a row of security personnel, both sides were hurling vicious insults at each other.

Fortunately, they weren't English or Spanish fans; otherwise, a brawl might have already broken out.

The 37th minute!

RB Leipzig had finally managed to score a goal, only for it to be disallowed by VAR after all that effort.

The goal was offside!

"Fuck you!"

For insulting the referee, Nagelsmann received his first yellow card of the Fan Fan Dejia season.

"..."

Escrivá watched him from right in front of the away team's substitute bench, unable to understand why the opposition was so irritable.

Returning to his seat, Escrivá started chatting with Martí: "Actually... I think it's quite normal that we're struggling to beat them; there's no need to rush. Martí, do I look very calm?"

Escrivá had deeply mastered Ten Hag's coaching essence.

"Mainly because we're currently leading."

Martí glanced at Escrivá: "The ones trailing aren't us; it's them."

Escrivá didn't need to feel pressure, and similarly, Martí didn't need to feel pressure either.

So, upon whom did Dortmund's pressure rest?

Tang Ye gained possession in the midfield, only to find three defenders immediately closing in on him as he turned.

Sabitzer slid his foot under Tang Ye, causing the latter to fall straight to the ground.

"Fuck!"

After punching the turf with his fist, Tang Ye was helped up by Sabitzer.

Damn it.

Everyone said Tang Ye had come to the Fan Fan Dejia league to wind down his career, yet Tang Ye himself had unspeakable hardships.

In reality, none of this was as simple as the fans imagined!

In the final moments of the first half, the Dortmund fans in the away stand suddenly made noise again.

Erling Haaland!

Dortmund's top scorer within the team!

After suffering an injury for three weeks, Haaland was back on the Fan Fan Dejia pitch!

"Haha."

Tang Ye happened to be nearby; he walked over and exchanged a high-five with Haaland.

Haaland liked to display his emotions plainly on his face.

Tang Ye could tell that the Majin Buu was now itching to get started!

"..."

"Tang Ye, pass to Haaland!"

"Shoot directly!"

"Eh!"

"Just a tiny bit off!"

"Yes, having just returned to official matches, Haaland probably still needs a little time to adapt. Still, it's quite a pity; if Dortmund could have secured a 2-0 lead before halftime, this match would have been very secure."

Haaland raised his hand and gave Tang Ye a thumbs-up.

Dortmund still held a significant advantage in play, but leading by only one goal made the players feel somewhat uncomfortable.

With no Champions League matches in January, the plan was for Dortmund to push for both points and goal difference!

"Wait for the second half, wait for the second half!"

Tang Ye emphasized to his teammates.

After a fifteen-minute adjustment period, the match quickly entered the second half.

At halftime, Escrivá asked Tang Ye if he wanted to come off and rest to prepare for the upcoming congested schedule.

However, Tang Ye rejected this suggestion, as he firmly felt that today's opponent was not as easy to deal with as imagined.

Tang Ye walked out of the tunnel alongside Haaland and Pogba.

He was convinced he needed to stay on the field to prevent any accidents from occurring.

"Bellingham!"

"He's looking for Tang Ye!"

"At the far post!"

Lifting his right leg, he decisively unleashed an outside-of-the-foot volley, then stood still on the grass.

In the camera shot, Tang Ye's long-range strike soared toward the Leipzig goal.