Chapter 654: Dortmund's First April Match Against Frankfurt; Barcelona Wants To Let

Time quickly arrived at April 3rd, the day of the Fan Fan Dejia Round 27 match between Borussia Dortmund and Eintracht Frankfurt.

In the locker room, the Dortmund players rubbed their hands, looking somewhat eager to move.

Frankfurt was a formidable opponent, yet Dortmund would attempt their latest tactic in today's match.

The Bomber Formation!

"The wide positions are the ones that need protecting most; while making your runs, you must keep observing, and whenever a threat appears near Tom, at least two players must go to support..."

"They will definitely send many players to target Tom; I can guarantee that."

Escriba was emphasizing the tactics.

While the Dortmund head coach spoke, Ma Ti stood in the corner, saying nothing, simply watching Escriba with his own eyes.

Logically speaking, against such a difficult opponent as Frankfurt, Escriba should not have been trying a new tactic in this match.

Yet Escriba had indeed done exactly that.

"..."

Rubbing his neck, the sharp-eyed Ma Ti caught Escriba's subtle intention.

This guy had ideas about the quarter-finals!

A very bold decision; Escriba seemed to have taken the most difficult step for him.

But...

Ma Ti's expression was serious.

Could Escriba's attempt truly succeed?

Wanting everything and ending up with nothing—could that be Dortmund's fate for this season?

Signal Iduna Park!

At this moment, the stadium was already covered in sounds of "Wow" and "Oh."

After the players emerged from the tunnel, the Dortmund fans in the South Stand unveiled their tifo.

Escriba handed a check marked "75 Million Euros" to God, whereupon a fierce-looking pink pig descended from the sky.

On the pig's head rested the Fan Fan Dejia championship shield!

"Dortmund fans, haha!"

"Yes, this is why we say Signal Iduna Park is a devil's stadium."

"Dortmund fans, especially those in the South Stand, meaning the organized supporter groups, their ability to build the atmosphere is truly... haha!"

Zhan Jun couldn't find a suitable adjective as his attention followed the director's camera to the presidential box: "Laubal, this is the chairman of Borussia Dortmund club, and sitting next to him is Lunow, the club's financial director!"

"..."

The match had begun; today Dortmund played rather conservatively, not displaying the extremely exaggerated front-court aggression seen in March.

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Wow!!!!"

A long pass was played out, targeting Sancho on the right baseline!

Bang!

Knocking the ball past his man, Sancho quickly shook off the defender, then cut inside.

Sancho wanted to get into the penalty area!

"Here!"

Tang Ye pretended to receive the ball to draw the defenders' attention.

As Sow and Ilsanker ran toward Tang Ye, Bellingham suddenly launched, bursting out from behind Tang Ye.

He received Sancho's pass!

There was a chance!

Tang Ye sensed a scoring opportunity, turning and accelerating to immediately block Ilsanker's position.

A screen!

Bellingham!

A shot fired into the dead corner at the bottom right of the goal.

"Toooorrrrrr!!!"

"Trapp's reaction was still quite fast!"

"Yes, but Bellingham really picked his angle well."

"Even if you reacted, there was nothing you could do!"

Seeing the ball hit the net, the Dortmund players on the pitch immediately ran toward Bellingham.

"Bravo!"

The 27th minute!

A coordination error between Guerrero and Pogba gave the opposition a chance to advance through the center; Sow carried the ball on a long run before passing to Jovic.

Frankfurt immediately started playing possession football right near Dortmund's penalty area.

Snap!

Snap snap!

"Look at number 16!"

As soon as Tang Ye spoke, Pogba immediately ran toward number 16.

But Pogba was too tall and his turning speed wasn't fast enough, so the opponent ultimately gained possession of the ball.

Bang!

The through ball was pushed into the penalty area; Jokić, controlling the ball, lifted his leg and unleashed a explosive volley.

Goal!

The score is now 1:1!

"Sigh..."

"Boooo!!!"

Jokić, the scorer, was met with boos from the fans.

Dortmund's defensive line didn't seem very solid, but there was no helping that.

A team's strength in the front and back fields is determined by comparison.

When a team's attacking line gets closer to godlike, its defensive line drifts further from human.

Dortmund's defense wasn't that terrible; it was just far inferior to their attacking line.

Tang Ye passed the ball forward, handing it off to Piszczek making a run up the flank.

A 45-degree cross to find a teammate!

At the far post.

Reus!

Bang!

The Dortmund captain leaped up and headed the ball.

It went in, yes, but unfortunately, this goal was offside.

"Oh!!!"

"Fuck you!"

"No offside, no offside!"

"Referee, your mother is dead!"

"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

"..."

"Hmm, this is a penalty kick!"

"Hummels' foul was a bit unnecessary..."

It was a blatantly obvious pulling foul; before players from either side could come up to argue, the referee immediately awarded a penalty to Frankfurt.

"Well, haha, if this penalty goes in, Frankfurt will take the lead."

Since playing Bayern in March this year, Dortmund had held the advantage in every single match.

In other words, Dortmund had been playing smooth-sailing games.

And today, Frankfurt had a chance to suppress Dortmund!

Jović!

The run-up!

The shot!

A powerful strike blew open Dortmund's goal; Jović completed his brace of the match!

"Damn!"

Escrivá flicked his right hand out, his upper and lower teeth clenched tightly together; it was clear he was truly suffering.

Matti sat right behind him.

The notebook displayed many things, but Matti just watched Escrivá calmly.

Clearly, the Duotezhu Sect assistant coach was starting to panic.

However, Matti was ultimately just an assistant coach; he couldn't interfere with Escrivá's decisions.

Time quickly moved into the second half.

From the very start of the first half until the 62nd minute of the second half, Dortmund had been playing in a new way.

However, this bomber tactical system wasn't obvious to the naked eye.

At the very least, neither the fans nor the two CCTV commentators had noticed it.

From their perspective, Dortmund seemed to be having coordination issues within the team, with stiff attacks in the front field.

Clap clap!

Executing a one-two pass with Sancho, Tang Ye reached the right-wing baseline.

Pass back!

【De Bruyne Inverted Triangle Pass Lv5: Replication (Transcendent State)】

Proficiency: 2485/3000

A pass sent the ball to Guerrero at the far post; the latter, prompted by Pogba, kicked the ball into the penalty area.

It was a high ball!

Haaland!

Bang!

Heading it toward the right, Haaland originally intended to assist Tang Ye, but his header wasn't well-executed.

At this moment, Tang Ye was still some distance away from the landing point!

Accelerating forward!

The instant the ball bounced off the grass, Tang Ye tucked his right foot behind his left and, meeting the incoming ball, executed a rainbow flick.

Slap!

The ball was played back up, bypassing Ilsanko and Haaland in the penalty area, and successfully found Reus.

Boom!

A very easy volley!

Goal!

The score is now 2:2!

"Wowhoo!"