Chapter 659: The True Twin Saints' Battle (Extra Chapter—Please Vote with Monthly Tickets!)

【Bro, that harsh?】

【Okay, that's very Tang Ye】

【Bruno Fernandes】 This probably wasn't on purpose, right? I saw him jump pretty fast.

【Holy shit, going at my Tang Tang Qiuwang?】

【No sub? Ten Hag can't agree to this, can he?】

Dortmund didn't make a substitution, and now it was Ten Hag's turn to get anxious. He ran straight to the Dortmund bench: "He's injured! Sub someone on!"

Ten Hag being timid, afraid of the equalizer—that is a fact, no denying it, but it's only part of the reason.

The key is that Tang Ye is fundamentally a Manchester United player!

What are you trying to pull here?

Escriwa took a step back. The Spaniard who had been acting cocky at the Manchester United bench now knew he was in the wrong and could only choose to dodge Ten Hag's question.

"Hey, Erik!"

Tang Ye called out: "Mr., no problem, no problem."

It is a fracture, but fractures come in degrees. Tang Ye's is just a minor fracture—if not for the risk of the bone shifting, it probably wouldn't even need bandaging.

"hey!"

Ten Hag spread his hands: "You sure you're not coming off?"

"Sorry about that."

Tang Ye tidied himself up a bit on the touchline. The team doctor gave a few instructions beside him: "Be careful not to let your right hand take any impact. If there's a chance of impact, you need to dodge it directly."

"Okay okay!"

The pain-numbing spray worked well—Tang Ye couldn't feel much now. He shook out his legs, ready to head back onto the pitch.

Ten Hag was now less than five meters from Tang Ye, wanting to keep trying to talk him out of it, but seeing Tang Ye like this figured he wouldn't listen anyway, and could only give up helplessly.

"Dortmund are letting Tang Ye keep playing?"

"Well… judging by the look of it, it probably isn't a particularly serious fracture, but this way of going about it really isn't great…"

The camera zoomed in on Tang Ye's right hand.

The Westfalen stadium's big cameras had absurdly sharp resolution, but the Dortmund medical staff had wrapped it so thoroughly that fans watching the broadcast couldn't tell the extent of Tang Ye's injury.

Taking a deep breath, jogging a few steps, Tang Ye used his left hand to direct his teammates on the pitch.

Check the time!

Mm, it's now the 86th minute of the second half.

The team doctor coming on ate up a fair bit of time. A quick calculation—Tang Ye figured stoppage time for this match would be about 4–5 minutes.

In other words, Dortmund still had 8–9 minutes to make one last push.

"You still good?"

Using the corner kick as a chance, Tang Ye found Pogba, who was gasping for air.

Pogba seemed to want to say something, but seeing Tang Ye's bandaged right hand, he just nodded in the end: "No problem, you play your game, I'll work with you."

Giving a thumbs-up, Tang Ye ran off to take the corner.

Right hand up!

"Beep!"

*Smack! *

Left foot delivers the corner, going straight to Haaland at the back post.

Haaland!

Bracing against the defender's challenge, Haaland controlled the ball, then fired a shot that hit De Gea.

You could tell Haaland was running out of gas, so Escriwa made his second very bold decision.

Brandt on for Haaland!

"Brandt isn't bad in attack either, but there's no comparing him to Haaland, of course."

"This sub is still alright, I suppose. Escriwa is probably looking to use Brandt's heading ability to break the deadlock—that is one line of thinking."

Time hits the 90th minute!

The referee announced the stoppage time.

Five minutes!

"Why!"

Ten Hag found the fourth official and made his displeasure at the stoppage time clear.

Noticing the situation, Escriwa made as if to complain to the referee, and successfully made Ten Hag step back.

As long as the head referee noticed the touchline situation, Ten Hag couldn't avoid getting shown a yellow.

A yellow wouldn't get him sent off, but there really was no need to do that.

"tom is injured, I think you'd rather have less stoppage time, wouldn't you!"

Ten Hag shouted, locking eyes with Escriwa. In the end, it was Escriwa who looked away first.

At the same moment, Dembélé drove into the box and got off a shot.

*Thud! *

"Lovely! Bürki!"

"An absolutely world-class save!"

Bad news: Dortmund's keeper hasn't been in good form.

Good news: in the last ten minutes he's been on fire.

Down 4–3, Manchester United's three shots on target all came to nothing. A few players in the squad exchanged glances and decided to temporarily abandon high-intensity attacking, switching to defending instead.

"Pogba drives forward with the ball!"

Pogba's speed was much slower than in the first half, and even his running motion looked somewhat awkward; these were all signs of physical exhaustion.

But Pogba still successfully delivered the pass.

Tang Ye actively moved toward the rolling ball, signaling early for Reus and Brandt to make forward runs.

"Get in!"

Pulling the ball and turning, Tang Ye executed a Marseille turn right against Rodri.

Unfortunately, he didn't get past him, so he combined instead with the approaching Bellingham.

Now it's okay!

"Hey!"

Boom!

A through-ball sent into the penalty area!

Brandt!

Controlling the ball!

Boom!

The shot was taken; Martínez dove to block, but the powerful strike, deflected, flew straight out of the penalty area.

Wow!

Tang Ye's eyes lit up.

At this moment, Rodri had already realized something was wrong, but being too far away, he could only shout loudly to De Gea: "Long shot!"

At the same time, Tang Ye lifted his right leg and immediately struck the incoming ball with the outside of his foot, curling it.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out as De Gea pushed off the ground and leaped.

The camera zoomed in: Tang Ye's outside-of-the-foot world-class strike slipped past De Gea's fingertips into the goal, finally hitting the back of the net.

"Toooooooorrr!!!"

"Oh my gosh!"

"What's this!!! (What is this!)"

Raising both hands upward, the next second Tang Ye sat directly down on the grass, with Pogba running quickly toward him from behind!

"Roar!!!!"

Pogba let out a furious roar, and together with Bellingham and Reus, all three knelt down beside Tang Ye.

Wrapping his left arm around Tang Ye's head, Pogba kissed Tang Ye's hair with his mouth.

"Nice nice nice nice..."

"..."

Tang Ye was halfway through speaking, but in the end, only the word "fuck" came out of his mouth.

"Wow!!!!"

"Oh my god, haha, a goal scored in the 93rd minute!"

"This, probably neither side's fans could have expected."

Let alone the fans on both sides; even as Dortmund's head coach, Escrivá was now having a bit of trouble reacting.

"It's, it's really a draw..."

"Tom!"

Haaland, who had already been substituted off, charged onto the pitch again, pressing down on Tang Ye together with Hummels.

"Wow!"