Chapter 667: The So-Called Bundesliga Champion

"Bravo!"

The score is 5:0.

The director's camera cuts to the away fans in the stands.

Some fans have already left early.

Others had anticipated this loss long ago, so even after conceding five goals, they chose to remain in the stands.

Of course, their faces were surely grim; there was no helping it, as they had indeed been thoroughly crushed.

The Bremen fans no longer dared hope for an equalizer, let alone a reversal; they only prayed no massacre would occur.

A massacre would invite relentless mockery for many seasons to come, and that simply would not do!

"Beep!"

Dortmund makes a substitution: Tang Ye is taken off.

"Don't sub him!"

"Shoo!!! Ferran, don't make the substitution!"

"Let him play a bit longer!!!"

The Dortmund fans in the stands grew anxious.

Champions League tickets were impossible to get, and now in the league they couldn't even watch Tang Ye play the full match—damn, it was too frustrating.

Unfortunately, Escrivá, aiming for a third consecutive victory, could not yet cater to the fans' feelings; core players must rest when needed.

Chinese fans watching the broadcast also panicked at this moment, unable to help but worry about Zhang Zhang Yuning on the pitch.

Without Tang Ye looking out for him, how would Zhang Zhang Yuning manage the remaining dozens of minutes?

Zhang Zhang Yuning was also very nervous, but the situation he faced next was not quite what he had expected.

Slap!

Pogba flicks out a pass with the outside of his foot.

Zhang Zhang Yuning sprints forward, lifting his right leg to try and control the ball.

He fails; Zhang Zhang Yuning knocks the ball straight out over the baseline.

"Hiss..."

It felt a bit awful; Zhang Zhang Yuning looked at his teammates somewhat embarrassed, only to find Pogba giving him a thumbs-up.

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

"Keep going, keep going!"

Pogba did not scold Zhang Zhang Yuning for wasting the chance; instead, he showed remarkable patience.

Meanwhile, Reus also shouted at Zhang Zhang Yuning, emphasizing what to watch out for next.

Pogba and Reus—these two players became Zhang Zhang Yuning's bodyguards after Tang Ye left the field.

"This..."

Zhang Zhang Yuning was speechless.

The fans in the Westfalenstand were not idle either.

"Zhang Yuning!"

"Zhang Yn!"

Boom! Boom!

"Zhang Yn!"

Eighty thousand Dortmund fans chanted Zhang Zhang Yuning's name in rhythm.

In the 76th minute, with the score now at 6:0, Bremen's defensive midfielders, defenders, and even the goalkeeper had all been schooled by Dortmund's players.

Pogba lays the ball off to Zhang Zhang Yuning, then begins his forward run.

"To me!"

Pogba shouts, and Zhang Zhang Yuning delivers the pass.

But Zhang Zhang Yuning misunderstood Pogba's intent; what the latter actually wanted was a through ball.

Their combination fails, and Zhang Zhang Yuning's pass ends up straight at Moisander's feet.

"Fuck!"

Pogba shouts, then immediately turns and gives Zhang Zhang Yuning a thumbs-up: "It's okay, it's okay!"

"Awesome (in Chinese)"

"Keep going, keep going! (in German)"

Zhang Zhang Yuning awkwardly scratches his head.

Having resolved to prepare for the Qatar World Cup, he was ready, fully aware that his status as a connection-based pick might bring trouble.

However, Zhang Zhang Yuning's considerations were still not comprehensive enough.

Everyone dislikes connection-based picks, that much is true.

But the reason everyone dislikes such picks is that the connections behind you are weak, which is why you earn their disdain.

Zhang Zhang Yuning's connection was simply too solid, to the point that he had now directly become Dortmund's Crown Prince.

Not just any Crown Prince, but a Crown Prince in the truest sense!

No matter how many shots he blasts wide, as long as his teammates have a chance, they will send the pass his way.

"Nice, nice!"

"Keep going!"

"Go China!"

From the stands comes the roar of fan support.

"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"

The final score settled at 6:0; although it didn't reach an exaggerated double-digit figure, it still counted as a massacre.

"After this match, Dortmund's points will reach, um... 78!"

"In past seasons, this point total would already be Bundesliga champion level, and Dortmund still has five rounds left to play!"

"Yes, if we look at the current standings, Dortmund is not far from securing the title early."

Round 29 of the league concluded.

The pressure shifted to Bayern.

The situation now was that Bayern could not lose a single match, or they would be directly finished.

Click-click!

At the press conference, Escrivá did not tell reporters about Dortmund's upcoming goal of winning every remaining match.

Escrivá was indeed conservative, but on second thought, there was no necessity to announce this goal to fans and the media.

Looking at the current Bundesliga, very few teams could stop Dortmund, so naturally, Dortmund's idea was to win every match they could win!

Reporters also asked Escrivá about the conflict between himself and Ten Hag.

When this topic was mentioned, Tang Ye unconsciously looked in Escrivá's direction.

Although he had done nothing, Tang Ye was actually quite concerned about this matter.

It was like having two teachers, one math teacher and one Chinese teacher.

Everything was fine originally, but somehow your two teachers suddenly started fighting in the office; if not for classmates from the same class bringing the news, you wouldn't even know about this incident!

"Eric is a very outstanding coach, that is certain. Um... and sometimes I learn from him; I admit that..."

"Then why did you throw the first punch, Ferran? We saw that you indeed initiated the physical contact."

"..."

As the party who initiated the physical contact, Escrivá was naturally in the wrong and could only admit his mistake.

Click-click!

The venue was filled with the sound of camera shutters; the matter between Ten Hag and Escrivá had sparked official discussion among reporters and fans.

Tang Ye sat nearby, watching Escrivá answer questions one by one.

Although Escrivá did not say it explicitly, Tang Ye knew that his Mr. Ferran was deeply troubled by this incident.

Because for Mr. Ferran, the opinions of fans and reporters regarding him were extremely important.

Sigh...

How pitiful!

"Then, Tom, regarding defeating Manchester United to advance to the semifinals, do you have anything to say?"