Chapter 644: Mbappé's Dominance and Dortmund's Counterattack (Monthly Ticket Bonus)

"Ouch! Haaland!"

"Actually, that was a pretty good chance!"

"Hmm, if it had been Haller, that ball might have gone in, but Haaland just wasn't ready..."

Missing the header opportunity, Haaland clasped his head with both hands.

He had held off Marquinhos's pressure, but failed to control his header properly.

Escrivá raised his right hand only to lower it again, gritting his teeth.

Though wearing a down jacket, sweat streamed down his forehead.

"BVB!"

"Heja BVB!"

Dortmund certainly wouldn't let go of their home advantage in the first leg; the fans in the stands cranked their cheers to the maximum.

The players on the pitch were in much the same state; Tang Ye's nerves were stretched taut, with every run by a teammate or opponent capturing his attention.

There's a chance!

Suddenly accelerating forward, Tang Ye sprinted to intercept a pass between the Paris players, immediately laying it off to Sancho on the right wing.

Sancho...

Cutting horizontally to briefly shake off Verratti, Sancho chose to pass back to Piszczek before making a forward run without the ball.

Bang!

Piszczek plays a through ball!

"Come up!"

Tang Ye signaled for Pogba to take his position, while he himself moved toward Sancho's direction.

Sancho took on Kurzawa one-on-one, with Tang Ye positioning himself along the path to provide support.

Dribbling with the outside of his foot under pressure plus step-overs, Sancho gradually closed the distance to Kurzawa.

Go down the line!

Sancho made a move as if going down the line, but this action was actually a feint.

At the exact moment Kurzawa prepared to track him, Sancho nutmegged him with a single touch.

Pass to Tang Ye!

A perfectly executed sequence of passes; Tang Ye jumped, turned, and while cutting inside, controlled the first touch.

Look at the far corner!

Kimpembe rushed up, but Tang Ye reacted quickly, lifting his right foot for a rainbow flick.

Bang!

The ball soared upward, aiming straight for the top left corner of the goal.

Reus meets the ball!

Connecting with the shot!

Goal!

"Nice!"

Guerrero shouted, but the next second, the Dortmund players could no longer smile.

In the camera frame, the assistant referee raised his flag.

【Offside】

This goal was offside!

"Damn it!!"

Reus immediately turned to confront the referee: "I made my run from behind, how could that possibly be offside? Damn it!"

On the pitch it didn't feel like much, but from a god's-eye view, Reus's offside position was actually quite obvious.

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye finds Reus with a 45-degree pass; Reus scores from an offside position, goal disallowed.

Standing next to Mbappé, Tang Ye glanced at the Frenchman; Mbappé also turned to look at Tang Ye, neither saying a word.

Just a little bit off—that was what both men were thinking at that moment.

Dortmund had come within a hair's breadth of scoring, while Paris had come within a hair's breadth of conceding.

The match reaches the 30th minute!

The score remains 0:1.

Paris has not yet secured a second goal, which is good news.

But the bad news is that Paris's possession rate has already reached 65%.

This situation is extremely dire.

Dortmund is not Manchester United; they cannot use the intensity of wing attacks to mask their possession problems the way United does.

"Hey, regarding possession, we tend to feel it doesn't matter much because football is about the scoreline, not possession stats. However, possession directly influences the flow of the match, just like it is doing for Dortmund now."

"Haaland can't get the ball up front anymore."

"Kimpembe comes forward himself; Tang Ye moves over."

Reading Kimpembe's body language, Tang Ye dropped to the ground the instant the Paris center-back attempted to play the ball out.

Bang!

Tang Ye fell to the ground, successfully blocking the ball.

However, the ball flew to a spot where no teammate was positioned to receive it, resulting in Dortmund still failing to gain possession.

Kurzawa moved up, collected the ball that Tang Ye had tackled away, and began to advance.

Getting up from the ground, Tang Ye immediately pressed toward him.

"Kurzawa!"

"Long pass from the back!"

Kurzawa and Mbappé linked up; Mbappé, accelerating his forward run, easily received Kurzawa's pass.

He surged forward!

Mbappé strode forward with huge steps; from the defenders' perspective, the pressure felt incredibly overwhelming.

He ate Piszczek alive with pure speed!

Into the penalty area!

Mbappé was almost level with the last line of defenders; just as he prepared to pass into the center to Icardi, the referee blew the whistle.

"..."

Mbappé pressed his lips together and spread his hands helplessly.

He was offside when he received the long pass!

"Hiss... actually, that was a very good shooting opportunity."

"But Paris didn't handle it well; Kurzawa should have paused before passing."

The clock hit the 38th minute of the first half; Bellingham suddenly accelerated through the center, shoulder-charging a defender into the box, only to fall to the ground a split second before touching the ball.

"Hey!"

Reus and Tang Ye immediately surrounded the referee, signaling that this was a penalty opportunity.

"His shin tripped our player."

Tang Ye pointed to where Bellingham had fallen; Bellingham was still lying on the ground, not getting up.

Seeing the main referee had no intention of awarding a penalty, Reus hurriedly requested a VAR review.

The referee held one hand up in front of himself while pressing his earpiece with the other, listening to advice from the booth assistants.

"Check VAR."

Tang Ye urged; more and more players gathered around, confused about the situation, when Marquinhos and Haaland surprisingly started shouting at each other, dragging Tang Ye into the fray.

"Beep——!!!"

"Oh, the referee is going to check VAR. But looking at the field, things between Tang Ye and Marquinhos don't seem very friendly..."

The main referee sprinted toward the sideline; Tang Ye pushed Marquinhos away from in front of Haaland: "Get lost; if it's not your fault, whose is it?"

Marquinhos stepped forward.

It was clear he wanted to demand an explanation from Tang Ye, but hesitating due to the opposing party's star status, he held back.

Just as Marquinhos hesitated, Mbappé stepped in to block him; Tang Ye and the Paris defender exchanged only a few words before the conflict ended.

Right at that moment, the referee ran back onto the field from outside.

"Beep beep beep!!!"

He made a rectangle shape with both hands.

"No penalty!"

"Eh, shouldn't this Dortmund player object?"

The players on the field demanding answers were chased away by the referee, while Escrivá continued explaining to the fourth official, trying to describe the scene of Bellingham being tripped by a defender inside the box just now.

"Beep beep beep!!!"

"Fuck your mother!"