Chapter 648: I've Come to Hebei Province!

Match Preview: Champions League Round of 16, Second Leg—Dortmund travels to the Parc des Princes; can this Bundesliga dark horse advance to the Champions League quarterfinals?

【Must advance!】

【Brothers, I won't say anything else; I'll drop 100 yuan on a Paris straight win, but I'm supporting Dortmund!】

【Bellingham and Sancho collapse whenever they face strong teams—haven't you noticed? In the first leg, only ggbond and Haaland looked like normal people.】

【The Champions League is far too difficult this season; even Manchester United are struggling.】

【A Red Devils fan says: don't bring up Manchester United; Rashford looks half-asleep on the pitch.】

Boom!

The plane touched down at Charles de Gaulle Airport; the Dortmund players disembarked with their individual backpacks, flanked by European football journalists who had long been waiting.

Media airport receptions are usually reserved for the European Championship and the World Cup.

It was clear that today's match had indeed drawn considerable attention.

Last season, even a powerhouse like Paris only reached the Champions League semifinals, which could be called utterly humiliating.

This season, all that humiliation must be wiped clean!

Click-click!

Tang Ye gave the cameras a thumbs-up.

The reporters wanted Tang Ye to say something, but they quickly noticed the stern expression on Escrivá behind him.

Did the Dortmund head coach seem to have something on his mind?

"Ferran, are you under a lot of pressure right now? What are your thoughts on tomorrow's match?"

"If you lose to Paris in tomorrow's match, Dortmund's Champions League campaign will end at the Round of 16 this season!"

The reporters fired a barrage of questions at Escrivá, but unfortunately, their enthusiasm received no response from the Spaniard.

"Dortmund!"

"Idiots!"

"Dortmund!"

"Idiots!"

As the team bus drove toward the hotel, Parisian fans lining both sides of the street hurled endless abuses.

"Booo!!!"

The French fans were indeed fierce; if not for the special police escorting the way, someone might have rushed straight into the middle of the road to block the bus.

Tang Ye pulled the curtain aside slightly and saw the signs held up by fans on the street.

【What 'World Number One'? Never heard of it!】

"..."

Sighing, Tang Ye closed the curtain, put on a pair of noise-canceling headphones, and decided to ignore the fans outside.

SoFoot: "Dortmund players arriving in Paris were subjected to jeers from Parisian fans."

"Parisian fans are extremely confident in their team, though this is also related to Dortmund's poor performance in the Champions League knockout stage," the reporter said.

RMC Radio: "Dortmund should have completed the loan of TY half a month earlier and arranged training matches against teams from other leagues after the Champions League group stage; that would have been the correct way to approach the Champions League knockout phase."

A familiar feeling—the football media were once again playing the hindsight game.

It was already too late to say anything now.

It was this starting lineup, this current form; the Dortmund squad traveling to Paris would have to defeat the mighty Ligue 1 hegemon in this listless state!

Evening, at the hotel.

Tomorrow night was a do-or-die match; Escrivá and Martí gathered the players in the conference room on the 11th floor to make a final emphasis on the matters ahead.

"Before going to sleep, remember to close all windows tightly; the floors we've arranged are relatively high, and the soundproofing is decent, so generally you won't be affected by firecracker noise."

It wasn't that Dortmund didn't trust Parisian fans; it was just that such incidents of fans setting off fireworks in the early hours during Champions League ties were far too common among clubs from the top five leagues.

You never know at what hour the opposing fans will act, nor how powerful the firecrackers they produce might be.

Then came the predictions and preparations regarding Paris's tactics.

"Mbappé still requires extra attention; when defending, you must keep your distance. Kylian is in excellent form this season. Also, Jude and Jadon, you need to pay attention; the tactics must be executed properly, must be executed properly!"

Escrivá placed special emphasis on Bellingham and Sancho.

Because it was precisely these two who had committed errors in the first leg.

Too young, and far too arrogant.

Always thinking about their own performances; in situations like this against top-tier strong teams, they were bound to suffer.

"I'll pay attention."

Sancho nodded; at that moment, Tang Ye, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke up: "No, this isn't a matter of paying attention or not."

Called out by Tang Ye, Sancho swiftly turned his gaze over, for he truly hadn't expected Tang Ye to speak at this moment.

"What's wrong..."

"Because it has been said many times already, yet you haven't done it; therefore, this isn't an issue of attentiveness. You must do this; this is the arrangement."

Tang Ye pressed his hand onto the table and leaned his upper body forward.

Although there was considerable distance between the two, Sancho could clearly feel the pressure Tang Ye exerted on him.

"I won't even mention how many times; the problem is that you keep doing this. Attacks that could have been developed according to plan, you insist on controlling the ball yourself; I've told you several times and you haven't reacted, so afterward I stopped saying anything."

"..."

"If we had simply followed the plan and played normally, our disadvantage wouldn't have been this great."

Tang Ye spread his hands.

The conference room was very quiet, while Martí looked toward Escrivá.

Escrivá did not seem surprised by Tang Ye's sudden outburst.

So...

Ferran told you to do this?

"I know, but there won't be any problems this time; I can guarantee you that, Tom."

Sancho said, not expecting Tang Ye to stand up directly.

"We're already in the second leg of the knockout stage; another loss and we're straight out. Do you understand? Top 16 means elimination, and there's no football after that!"

Haaland reached out to tug at the hem of Tang Ye's shirt, but after a moment's thought, he gave up.

Hmm, indeed.

Haaland also felt that someone on the team needed to stand up and say a few words right now.

They needed someone with absolute authority to chew out everyone on the team who wasn't fully adhering to the tactics!

"And you, Jude."

Tang Ye's gaze shifted to Bellingham.

The English midfielder's tiger-like frame trembled, while Sancho let out a sigh of relief.

"Why didn't you make your run when I signaled you to? We could have executed the combination, but you didn't. Do you remember what happened last time against Paris? The moment I received the ball, three defenders closed in on me. Do you know how many teammates were nearby?"

"Fucking zero! If you had just made a run to receive the pass, would I have been unable to distribute the ball? It's not like I couldn't get past those three."

The Dortmund players lowered their heads.

Not knowing what else to do, Escrivá also lowered his head, as if accepting a lecture from a teacher.

Fortunately, Matić patted him on the side, prompting the Dortmund head coach to finally lift his head again.

Thump!

Tang Ye knocked on the table.

"Ich kam allein hierher!" (German: I came here alone!)

"Allein auf mich gestellt!" (By my own strength!)

"Ganz Europa League eroberte!" (I conquered the entire Champions League!)

Reus was startled; his right hand instinctively started to rise, but he ultimately suppressed the impulse.

"..."

"But now you're telling me that despite having the ability to advance, we can't do it simply because of tactical discoordination?"

"Fuck!"

Switching between English, German, and Spanish, Tang Ye's performance this time was truly outrageous.

Nevertheless, it was clear that he had indeed vented his suppressed, genuine fury.

His language center was already slightly out of control.