Chapter 646: Snowy Night Battle Against Bayern at the Allianz Arena

Bayern (4-2-3-1)

Goalkeeper: Neuer

Defenders: Süle, Jerome Jerome Boateng, Alaba, Alphonso Davies

Midfielders: Kimmich, Thomas Müller, Goretzka

Forwards: Sané, Lewandowski, Kingsley Coman

【"Isn't this Bayern lineup different from last season? I can only say there's a high probability they're about to get thrashed by Manchester United."】

【"Look closely, damn it! Is Bayern playing Manchester United that you're shouting like this?"】

【"To speak plainly, Manchester United this season truly can't beat Dortmund; they're even struggling in the Premier League, so let's just say they're inferior to Chelsea."】

【"Go Bayern!"】

【"I'm still rooting for Dortmund; one more win and they can basically declare themselves runners-up of Fan Fan Dejia."】

The match begins, and the director cuts to the Bayern stands, where many fans are holding up signs reading "Mercenaries."

"Mercenaries" isn't exactly a derogatory term, but after Tang Ye arrived at Dortmund, Fan Fan Dejia fans twisted the meaning of "mercenaries" beyond recognition.

Well, strictly speaking, it was Bayern fans.

In the past, to mock Dortmund you had to say a long sentence, or even several sentences, before Dortmund fans could feel your aggression.

But now, you only need to shout "Mercenaries!" at Dortmund fans.

No matter how strong ty is, no matter how good your results are.

Are those achievements really yours?

Why not check the "Parent Club" column on ty's contract and see whose name is written there?

MUN or BVB?

"Mercenaries!"

Boom! Boom!

"Dortmund has only mercenaries!"

Boom! Boom!

"Fake results!"

Boom! Boom!

"Temporary results!"

Boom! Boom!

"Oh... the home Bayern fans are showing great aggression today..."

"Yes, although like the livestream audience we don't understand German, we can clearly see the expressions on the Dortmund fans in the away stand have already soured, haha."

"Hurry up!"

Sitting Like roared at Sané.

Bayern came into this match with the goal of winning, so they must play ruthlessly.

Last month's match against Paris has already provided Bayern with a strategy.

To beat Dortmund, you must attack the wings!

Sané is incredibly fast!

Guerreiro is closing in!

Unsure of the opponent's intentions, Guerreiro chose to maintain some distance from Sané.

Seeing the opponent offered no chance to feint, Sané acted decisively, dribbling straight toward the baseline to force the defender to challenge for the ball at his feet.

Guerreiro closes in!

Slap!

A cross is delivered, transferring possession to Müller who moved up to support.

Müller passes again to Coman!

Lewandowski charges into the penalty area!

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From a god's-eye view, this is a perfect through-ball opportunity; basically, once played, it would create a shooting chance.

But Coman on the pitch does not have a god's-eye view.

He is closing in near the arc!

"Block him, block him!"

Amidst the shouts of Tang Ye and Hummels, Pogba moved toward Coman.

As a defender, Pogba used a feint to trick Coman into extending his leg, then executed a tackle.

Boom!

The ball flew out and was perfectly collected by Sancho.

Control!

A perfect control, but the instant Sancho settled the ball, he was fouled from behind by Davies.

"Beep!"

This foul was no issue; it was a necessary tactic, earning Dortmund a set-piece opportunity in their own half.

"This ball could go to Pogba, or actually giving it directly to Tang Ye would be fine too."

After a quick exchange of gestures, Tang Ye ultimately ran to take the set piece.

Slap!

He smashes the ball up from the ground, spins it twice in his hands, then places it on the white line marked by the referee.

"Far post."

Tang Ye whispered a sentence to Bellingham; once Bellingham moved forward, he would synchronize Tang Ye's tactical thinking with their teammates in the attacking third.

"Beep!!!"

Focusing their attention forward, players from both sides took their positions some distance from the arc, intermingling in a scene that appeared utterly chaotic.

One, two, three, four...

Tang Ye's lips moved as he counted possible passing lanes, seeking to select the most suitable one among them.

Run-up!

Left arm extended horizontally, right leg whipped out.

Smack!

The ball rocketed skyward, exploding a patch of snow from the grass.

Past the apex!

The height was exaggerated; clearly intended for the far post!

"Far post, far post!"

Neuer was already shouting, yet Pogba forcibly charged into the penalty area through several defenders, leaping up before the left goalpost.

A direct header!

Thud!

Pogba's header smashed into the grass, by which time the ball had already fully entered the goal frame.

"Goal!"

"Goal!"

"Pogba's header!"

"1-0! Dortmund takes the lead!"

One long pass plus one header directly resulted in a goal; this Dortmund attack seemed almost too simple.

But you have to admit, it went in!

Pogba slid on his knees to the left touchline, rhythmically twisting his body amidst the jeers of Bayern fans.

"Bravo!"

Bellingham charged from behind, colliding with Pogba, while Dortmund fans quickly gathered together after the goal.

"Nice!"

Tang Ye fist-bumped Haaland; the latter hugged Pogba, wanting to take a bite out of the Frenchman's head, but ultimately stopped himself.

Because Tang Ye was watching him from behind.

"Don't eat random things, Erling!"

Haaland is one year younger than GGBond.

As the elder, Tang Ye rightly ought to provide proper guidance to his junior.

"Damn it, fuck!"

Neuer held one hand against the goalpost, looking visibly distressed: "Why did you let him in!"

"Ah, forget it."

Recalling the scene just moments ago, Tang Ye's pass seemed destined to go out over the baseline, only to suddenly change direction and fly back in.

Even goalkeepers with broad vision had only just reacted; indeed, one could not reasonably expect the defenders to do anything about it.

Thud!

Colliding buttocks-with-buttocks with Pogba, Tang Ye signaled his teammates not to relax.

"Fuck you!"

"Idiot!"

Hearing the insults raining down from the stands, Tang Ye looked up.

The snow was falling even heavier than at kickoff; from the pitch, the stands were barely visible.

Many snowflakes struck his face, but since Tang Ye's face was hot, they melted the instant they touched his skin.

"Beep!!!"

"Play resumes, with Bayern temporarily trailing by one goal at home!"

"Yes, we can see it is snowing at the venue. Correct, though I've checked, and Munich's current temperature is hovering around zero degrees, so there won't be any accumulation."

"The only aspect likely to be affected should be the players' vision on the field."

Speaking of vision, at that very moment the camera cut to Tang Ye, who was advancing with the ball.

Damn it, why didn't it snow last month when we played Paris?

If there had been a blizzard, wouldn't I, GGBond, have beaten Paris's ass until it was rotten?

30th minute of the first half!

The snowfall had not caused too many substantial effects on the match; currently, Bayern still held the advantage in possession.

Then, at the 32nd minute, Escrivá shouted a few times, and the situation on the field almost suddenly changed.

Tang Ye shifted from his originally aggressive attacking style to a more conservative, balanced approach, raising Dortmund's possession rate by half a level in just a few short minutes.

Holding the ball on the right wing!

Constantly changing rhythm, directing teammates to make correct runs while sprinting.

Just like that, Tang Ye dribbled from the right wing all the way across to the left, continuing forward.

"Oh! Tang Ye!"

"Still dribbling!"

"Coming down to the baseline yourself?"

"Haha, Bayern must be under huge pressure now, since there's absolutely no telling what Dortmund wants to do."

After controlling the ball for forty seconds, Tang Ye suddenly accelerated and charged toward the baseline.

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