Chapter 658: Dortmund Chases Back Two Goals! B. Fernandes' Unintentional Foul

Crack!

B. Fernandes took a stutter-step penalty, successfully fooling Burki to score.

"Roar—!!!"

B. Fernandes roared as he ran out, then slid on his knees, thrusting his right fist upward.

"Fuck you!"

B. Fernandes shouted a profanity right at the Dortmund fans, maxing out his aggression.

Rashford came up from behind and placed his hand on B. Fernandes, who had just completed his brace.

"Fernandes really, his performance in today's match was indeed excellent."

"Hey, that statement isn't rigorous enough; it should be said that Fernandes' performance this entire season has been excellent!"

Manchester United spent around 70 million euros in transfer fees to bring B. Fernandes to the club, yet B. Fernandes somehow delivered the effect of a 100-million-euro player.

For Manchester United, who always overpay for players, this deal can be said to be quite a bargain.

"Glory Glory Man United~"

"Glory Glory Man United!"

Away from home, yet leading 4:1; the Manchester United fans were currently celebrating as if it were a festival.

They had expected to win, but they truly hadn't expected to produce such a scoreline.

【Why no substitution? What use is this goalkeeper?】

【Burki: Brothers, the Fan Fan Dejia matches against weak teams basically gave me a vacation; now suddenly the Champions League ramps up the intensity—what am I supposed to play with?】

【Substitute the starting keeper; bring on the backup. Escrivá still not making a sub is also ridiculous; even if Rashford just coasts, he could at least get a one-on-one!】

【Guerrero is also a joke; his defending isn't even as active as Pogba's. Dortmund got confused playing against Frankfurt.】

Trailing by a full three goals, apart from Tang Ye, Pogba, and Reus on the pitch, every other Dortmund player had been cursed out from start to finish.

Losing to Manchester United is normal; it's acceptable to lose.

But losing by three goals—isn't that a bit too much?

The camera cut to the home stands, where the Dortmund fans wore silent expressions, their mouths motionless for a long while.

The director spotted a support banner among the many fans in the stadium.

【Stop playing with three defenders, Ferran!】

The fans hoped to send a message to Escrivá through the banner, but at this moment, Escrivá was already on the verge of collapse.

The Spaniard's trembling hands were proof of that!

"Heads up! Heads up!"

Reus signaled for his teammates to pull themselves together.

Realizing the situation was dire, Escrivá, after a brief adjustment, called several Dortmund players to the sideline.

Like Tang Ye, Escrivá's eyes were also visibly bloodshot.

Gritting his teeth, the Dortmund manager made a decision he didn't think he would ever make.

"We're still playing with three defenders!"

"Paul, move forward and support Tom; I'm not requiring you to stay in the backfield the whole time."

"Understand, Paul?"

Escrivá spoke at an incredibly fast pace.

Because he worried that if he spoke slowly, he might regret it; changing tactics repeatedly in a short span is a major taboo!

"Are you sure?"

Pogba was somewhat excited, touching his chest; it seemed he was ready to go all out.

But like Escrivá, he didn't believe those words had actually come out of Escrivá's mouth.

"That's exactly it!"

"What we need now is goals!"

Even with his natural enemy on the field, Escrivá still maintained his rationality.

He was very clear about what the consequences would be if they went into the second leg with a 1:4 scoreline.

There were only two paths before Dortmund.

1. Burn the boats and go for broke.

2. Give up on catching up; and giving up on catching up while down 1:4 meant Dortmund was giving up on advancing to the Champions League semi-finals.

With a slim chance right in front of him, Escrivá truly did not want to give up!

"It's okay, it's okay, let's go!"

In Pogba's eyes, Escrivá's words were equivalent to letting him play as an attacking midfielder; this single sentence successfully rushed blood to Pogba's brain.

The match resumed.

It was now the 58th minute of the second half; Westfalen was noticeably quieter than in the first half, because some fans had been stunned.

Where in this season had Dortmund ever suffered such a scoreline!

"There's a little over 30 minutes left; hmm, counting stoppage time, it should be about 35 minutes. If Dortmund still wants to advance, they need to hurry."

"..."

After taking a three-goal lead, Manchester United obviously tightened their offensive intensity; coupled with Pogba's advanced positioning, the situation on the field changed significantly.

Originally, Manchester United's style was to suppress the opponent with offense, preventing Dortmund from launching attacks.

Now, it had become Dortmund doing exactly that.

Not gonna lie, the coordination between Pogba and Tang Ye was so smooth it seemed almost unreal.

If you ignored their skin colors, you might even think Tang Ye was partnering with Rodri!

Boom!

A small arced pass came out, and Tang Ye sprinted toward the left-wing byline.

Tighten the core!

Boom!

Tang Ye headed the ball, passing possession to Reus.

"Middle, middle!"

Reus immediately pulled wide to the byline, preparing to deliver a cross from the bottom as Tang Ye had requested.

Near the corner flag!

Left foot!

!

Reus executed a Cruyff turn, feinting a cross with his left foot but actually tapping the ball to his right, then using his right foot to pass to Tang Ye.

Glancing peripherally at the penalty area, Tang Ye actively ran toward Reus's pass.

Slap!

【De Bruyne 45-Degree Cross Lv6: Replication】

Proficiency: 0

A cross from the left foot, driving straight into the penalty area!

Haaland!

"Wow!!!"

The Dortmund striker leaped high, then unleashed a powerful header.

Boom!

Under Martinez's gaze, the ball struck the grass, bounced up, grazed De Gea's hand, and finally crossed the goal line.

"Goal!"

"Haaland!"

"2:4!"

The commentators and fans were shouting; Haaland felt somewhat excited, but immediately he heard Tang Ye and Reus calling out: "Get it out, get it out!"

"Fetch the ball!"

"Hurry up!"

They had just found their offensive rhythm, and the team was still trailing by a full two goals.

How could they celebrate at a time like this?

The 69th minute!

Boom!

Tang Ye played a straight through-ball into the box, and Sancho fired a shot.

Duang!

Sancho's shot hit the right post, rebounded out, and was collected by Akanji.

Boom!

Another shot.

It was kicked fiercely, but unfortunately, Akanji's shot flew straight into the stands.

"Wow!"

"Such a decisive attack!"

"Yes, hiss... Manchester United needs to be careful here; Dortmund seems to have found their rhythm."

Tang Ye raised his hand to signal Akanji, after which Dortmund began retreating quickly.

Two minutes later, Dortmund immediately launched their next attack.

"Come!"

Tang Ye ran to the wing, reaching out to Hummels who was moving up from the center.

Hummels passed the ball over.

Facing Rodri, Tang Ye feigned controlling the ball but actually used his heel to tap it directly to Pogba, who was making a run down the right wing ahead.

"Eh, when did Pogba come up!"

"Hmm, over on Dortmund's side!"

Pogba dribbled down to the byline; his height advantage meant Luke Shaw had no way to deal with him.

Time for the move!

Shielding Luke Shaw's body, Pogba executed a one-two with Sancho, successfully securing the ball at the right-wing byline.

"Press him!"

De Gea signaled the defenders to trouble Pogba.

However, Pogba was extremely decisive, completing the pass before the defenders could reach him.

Slap!

A high ball, delivered to a position slightly right of center!

Actually, this was originally an open space, but somehow Tang Ye had dragged Rodri up with him.

Rodri couldn't commit a foul, and Tang Ye knew Rodri wouldn't foul.

Because the Manchester United defensive midfielder already had a yellow card!

Controlling the ball with his chest, then to his thigh, then to his shin, finally letting it roll onto the grass, Tang Ye put on a display of controlling the ball while in motion.

Step on the ball and stop hard!

Shaking off Rodri and running to the left front, then a nutmeg, Tang Ye easily completed the nutmeg on Mata.

Mata's brain wanted to defend, but his body couldn't keep up, and in the end his brain and torso got tangled and he fell to the ground.

"Wow!!!"

Accelerating forward, Tang Ye swung out his right thigh.