Chapter 669: Mr. Feilan, When Will You Finally Grow Up?

"If this goal isn't ruled valid, I'll eat a whole pig raw!"

"Is the referee trying to target Pogba? This goal is definitely fine."

"Let a Langbao fan speak up; was there any issue with that challenge?"

"Forget Langbao; the comment section is either tagged with Dortmund or Manchester United. Check Dongqiu Di is now split between two powers; fans of other teams are too few, it's all Tang Ren."

"We won, we won! I said Dortmund would be fine!"

"Beep!!!"

The referee blows the whistle.

"Goal stands!"

"Beautiful!"

"In that case, Dortmund is leading 1:0!"

With the goal confirmed valid, the Dortmund players immediately begin their celebration.

"Vamos!"

Escrivá raises both hands.

The camera clearly shows Escrivá's arms trembling.

"Nice, nice!"

Tang Ye and Reus embrace.

Let's check the match time.

It is now the 21st minute of the first half, with Dortmund leading 1:0 away from home.

Hmm...

"We're about to win the championship!"

Reus shouts into Tang Ye's ear at the top of his lungs.

"Damn!"

"Easier, Marco!"

Tang Ye presses his right hand down: "Calm down, calm down!"

After saying this, Tang Ye couldn't hold back and burst out laughing himself.

"Just maintain this, just like this!"

Escrivá grabs Brandt, indicating that Brandt needs to increase the frequency of dropping deep to receive passes.

There's nothing else to it; keep this rhythm, and beating Langbao shouldn't be a big problem!

"Come on!"

"Reus!"

Time quickly reaches the 30th minute of the first half.

Speaking of which, Langbao still possesses some strength, as they have been frantically attacking down the wings in the past few minutes and have indeed achieved some results.

Langbao has now pulled their possession rate up to 48%; if they persist a bit longer, they should be able to counter Dortmund in terms of possession.

"Actually, the previous few Champions League matches have already provided Fan Fan Dejia teams with a blueprint for playing against Dortmund."

"Against a team like Dortmund, you just need to attack their wings!"

"Hey! Dortmund's biggest problem lies in their wing defense; although Pogba is in great form, he ultimately doesn't belong to the defensive type of defensive midfielder, plus Dortmund is playing with three center-backs!"

"Baku! How are we going to handle this side..."

"Pass it to Weghorst!"

Weghorst moves to the wing.

This is not a position where a Langbao striker should appear; unsurprisingly, after receiving the ball, Weghorst stops immediately.

"Here!"

Bang!

Weghorst passes the ball to Baku, who is running toward the arc!

Baku then passes to Gerhardt, who is advancing up the left flank!

Using the time while controlling the ball, Gerhardt suddenly shows off his dribbling, getting lucky and shaking Pogba off his feet.

"Oh!!!"

Trouble is coming!

This is the immediate reaction of all the fans.

Bang!

Gerhardt plays a through ball, aiming directly at Philipp in the penalty area.

Shot!

Philipp's first shot is successfully blocked by Hummels, who dives to make the save.

However, Dortmund's crisis is not resolved just yet.

Schlager rushes up from behind!

He reaches the first loose ball!

Tang Ye wants to rush over to challenge, but it seems he is already too late.

Slap!

A very crisp sound of striking the ball; Schlager successfully blasts open Dortmund's goal with a long-range shot.

"Tooooor!!!!"

"A goal for Wolfsburg!"

"Beautiful!"

"Schlager's long-range shot truly leaves nothing to be desired!"

Cheers erupted from the fans in the stadium as Schlager and Arnold ran together toward the home supporters' stand.

Knee slide!!!

"Roar—!!!!"

Langbao truly deserves its place among the top five in the Fan Fan Dejia this season; merely being able to go toe-to-toe with Dortmund is highly commendable.

Live match report: Schlager scores a worldie, Langbao equalizes 1:1 at home.

Standing motionless before the substitute bench was Escrivá, the Dortmund head coach, his hands buried deep in his pockets, unwilling to pull them out.

Indeed, Ferran's experience proved correct.

Before truly securing everything, any premature celebration is ill-timed!

Suddenly, Matip rushed up from behind, hoping Escrivá would substitute Hummels off.

"..."

In truth, Dortmund had no quality center-backs left on the bench.

After Matip made his suggestion, Escrivá opted for a compromise: having the substitutes begin warming up first.

As for Hummels...

Escrivá needed to observe a little longer.

He hoped Hummels' distribution ability could bring benefit to the team!

"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"

The first half ended, the score temporarily stuck at 1:1.

Tang Ye walked alongside Reus, the two chatting about who-knows-what.

It felt as though Langbao had been paid by Bayern Munich; they always seemed to raise their game whenever facing Dortmund.

But there was no helping it; one only needed to look at the current Fan Fan Dejia standings to understand.

Teams like Langbao and Frankfurt had one primary objective: fighting for European competition spots next season.

It wasn't that Langbao intended to grind Dortmund down; it was simply that few matches remained, and they desperately needed to take points from any opponent!

The second half began quickly; Thorgan Hazard came on as a substitute for Sancho, while Escrivá also made an adjustment to the defense.

In the second half, Dortmund switched to a four-man backline!

"V-F-L! (Langbao)"

"V-F-L!"

The situation on the pitch combined with the current score gave the home fans a feeling: they could become one of the few teams this season capable of defeating Borussia Dortmund.

The players thought exactly the same as the fans.

In the second half, Langbao maintained their previous attacking momentum, with Baku and Gerhardt constantly assaulting Dortmund's defensive line.

Fortunately, Escrivá had adjusted the defensive tactics in advance; otherwise, Langbao might truly have found a chance to turn the match around.

"I've got it, I've got it!"

Tang Ye moved toward Arnold.

Pogba was shouldering the main defensive duties, while Tang Ye provided covering support.

He had intended to use his body alongside Pogba to block Arnold, but Tang Ye keenly perceived Arnold's intention.

Suddenly dropping to the ground!

Bang!

Tang Ye sliced through Arnold's pass at the waist!

"Eh, he wanted to find a teammate in the center, but Tang Ye anticipated it!"

"Nothing to be done about it now; Hummels has collected the ball!"

After gaining possession, Hummels immediately began driving forward with the ball, combining with Akanji to evade Langbao's high press.

Slap!

A long pass from Hummels, finding Reus sprinting down the left flank!

"Wow!!!"

Hummels delivered a massive lead pass; Reus extended his left foot, controlling the ball perfectly while even adjusting his positioning in the process.

Nice!

"Switch it!"

Tang Ye's voice came from behind.

The Dortmund attacking midfielder, just back on his feet, was already rushing toward the front!

Reus and Brandt moved to the left byline, leaving the central positions to Tang Ye and Thorgan.

Slap!

Brandt delivered a cutback; Tang Ye quickly glanced toward the penalty area, signaling Thorgan to make a run inside.

Bang!

Colliding with Schlager, Tang Ye won this physical duel.

Controlling the ball with his chest!

"Ah!"

His pectoral muscles twitched sharply as Tang Ye flicked the ball through to Thorgan inside the box.

The angle was surprisingly good; Thorgan immediately unleashed a header.

"Goal!"

"There's nothing wrong with this ball!"

"Yes, a very beautiful chest trap and layoff!"

"2:1!"

【You obtained 10 Counterattack Points】

Dortmund regained the lead!

"Booooo!!!"

Facing the boos from the stands, Tang Ye jumped up and threw an uppercut, as if trying to knock all the home fans standing above him flying.