Chapter 657: The Defending Champion's Counterattack: The Pursuit!

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【It's already here? Damn, I thought we'd have to wait for a penalty kick.】

【Is the person above definitely not an anti-Tang Ye fan?】

【Come on, keep praising Manchester United! Keep going! Look at the score now!】

The moment the goal was scored, the camera immediately cut to De Gea.

The Manchester United goalkeeper just stood there, watching helplessly as the Dortmund players ran right past his face.

"Vamos!!!"

Escrivá rushed over from far away, but halfway there remembered this wasn't appropriate, so he stopped again.

"Beautiful!"

Sancho took a running start and jumped, landing with a collision against Tang Ye's back that pushed Tang Ye forward a step; arriving right behind them were Bellingham and Haaland.

"Haha! Tom!"

A corner kick scoring directly was indeed shocking.

Because almost no one could have guessed the first goal would come about in this manner.

"Wow!!!!"

With teammates roaring behind him and fans cheering before him, Tang Ye held his hands out in front, making a pressing-down gesture to indicate he would forego this celebration.

He was certainly excited, but Manchester United was, after all, Tang Ye's parent club; unless absolutely necessary, it was best not to celebrate.

De Ligt looked at De Gea in the penalty area, and De Gea looked back at De Ligt; they stared at each other, but neither said a word.

Hmm...

They wanted to find someone to take the blame, but strictly speaking, the blame for this goal could only be shifted onto Tang Ye.

The probability of a corner kick going directly into the net was simply too low!

Live match report: Tang Ye scores directly from a corner kick; Dortmund leads Manchester United 1:0 at home!

"Tang Ye!"

Boom! Boom!

"Tang Ye!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Tang Ye did not celebrate, but the Dortmund fans certainly would, and they would do it right in front of Ten Hag's face.

"Erik Ten Hag!"

"Erik Ten Hag is going to jail!"

"There is no future in Manchester; Ten Hag is going to jail!"

"Xuuu!!!!"

The atmosphere at Signal Iduna Park reached its climax with Tang Ye's goal as Pogba raised both hands toward the sky.

The atmosphere in the stadium at this moment reminded him of three years ago, during the World Cup final between France and Croatia!

"What a shot!"

Pogba fist-bumped Tang Ye, who shrugged and said, "Actually, I wasn't sure it would go in, haha!"

"Truly great goals are always beyond reaction before they hit the net."

Pogba praised Tang Ye, leaving Bellingham and Reus behind them completely baffled.

Of course, neither of them thought too much about it anyway.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Tang Ye spread both arms wide as teammates nearby came over one by one to high-five him.

The clock struck the 37th minute of the first half!

Although they were in the lead, this advantage seemed to bring Dortmund no real benefit.

Bruno Fernandes positioned himself very high up the pitch, pressing the defenders in coordination with Dembélé.

Ten Hag had naturally studied Dortmund as well and knew how to exploit their weaknesses.

After winning the ball, Dembélé immediately passed it to Bruno Fernandes in the center before cutting inside to receive the return pass.

Left foot!

Slap!

Dembélé curled a shot toward the near post.

Bürki made a save!

Unfortunately, Dembélé had aimed for the dead corner, and Bürki's outstretched hand failed to reach the ball.

"Goal!"

"Brilliant, Dembélé!"

"That curled shot was indeed something!"

"Yes, Dembélé's adjustment before shooting was incredibly fast!"

Like Tang Ye, Dembélé chose not to celebrate excessively after scoring against his former club, merely sharing a simple embrace with his teammates.

Ten Hag raised both hands high above his head, revealing his two rows of gleaming, shining teeth.

Little Francisco, thinking that loaning out Tang Ye made him invincible, little did he know that only Ten Hag possessed the instruction manual for Tang Ye!

He secretly glanced in Escrivá's direction.

Sure enough, Escrivá was currently emphasizing tactical matters to the Dortmund players.

All that handshake-killing nonsense was useless; Escrivá now didn't even dare to make eye contact with Ten Hag!

The match continued!

"Heja BVB!"

"Heja BVB!"

Cheers of "Go Dortmund" rang out, accompanied by the away stand's singing of "Glory Glory Man United."

Tang Ye's mind was already somewhat confused, because in his subconscious both sets of sounds were cheering for him.

Don't let your thoughts run wild!

Tang Ye shook his head, bringing his attention back to the match.

"Come, come, here!"

Under Tang Ye's direction, Haaland delivered the pass.

Facing Rodri, Tang Ye stepped forward with his right foot; unsurprisingly, Rodri chose to retreat rather than shift sideways.

Rodri knew how to deal with Tang Ye.

However, Tang Ye was one level above him.

Tang Ye had guessed how Rodri would deal with him.

Rodri's retreat created space for himself, and Tang Ye immediately sent a 45-degree cross into the penalty area.

A Level 6 45-degree cross!

Let's see the effect!

Flying toward the penalty area!

It hit the ground and bounced up!

Haaland!

Bang!

Haaland fell directly to the ground, executing a sliding tackle toward the goal.

Goal!

"Beep!"

Haaland was just about to celebrate when he looked up and spotted the flag raised in the assistant referee's hand.

He was offside!

"Huh?"

"No!"

"No, no, no! Not offside, not offside!"

Haaland quickly ran toward the main referee: "That wasn't offside; he was moving back with me!"

Haaland pointed at Martinez.

He felt he wasn't offside, yet fans watching the broadcast could see the replay.

While Tang Ye was in a one-on-one with Rodri, Haaland and Martinez were both rushing toward the penalty area.

Martinez, standing under 1.8 meters tall, was clearly no match for Haaland in physical confrontation and was shaken off by Haaland's sudden acceleration.

But Haaland's sudden acceleration occurred almost simultaneously with Tang Ye's pass!

"My fault, my fault!"

Tang Ye and Haaland raised their hands in signal: "Damn, I passed too hastily."

Teeth clenched tightly together, Tang Ye was indeed under a bit too much pressure.

Eager to seize the opportunity to extend their advantage, yet this was actually a grave mistake.

Tang Ye needed to play more steadily.

Manchester United was not like those rookies in the Fan Fan Dejia who could be bullied at will!

In the 40th minute of the first half, Rodri delivered a precise long pass to the front field.

Bruno Fernandes failed to control the ball with his first touch.

"Get up there!"

Tang Ye shouted, and Bellingham immediately sprinted forward.

But by the time Tang Ye shouted, it was already too late; Bruno Fernandes directly lifted his leg to trap the bouncing ball and accelerated forward.