Chapter 678: Only One of Dortmund and Mancheng Can Survive

Goal!!!

This goal was somewhat baffling, as Dortmund had attempted two shots in succession just before it without success.

But it went in regardless, and it was even a dead-angle strike by Reus!

"Wow!!!!!"

"What the fuck!! Oh!!"

Reus's face flushed crimson as adrenaline surged massively within him, rushing straight to his brain.

At this moment, Reus's mind was completely blank, and the same was true for the other Dortmund players.

"Roar——!!!"

Haaland hugged Reus tightly.

It seemed he had used too much force; the impact from behind sent Reus straight to his knees on the grass.

"Hey!"

"Haha!"

Tang Ye arrived fashionably late, jumping up and landing: "Woohoo!"

【Awesome, down by two goals, Mancheng is finished.】

【If you're bad, you're bad; Mancheng played worse against Dortmund than Manchester United did—is this really the Premier League's number one?】

【It feels like Guardiola has been sleepwalking throughout the semi-final; do something, Gua-Gua!】

【I declare that after this match, Dortmund will advance directly to the Champions League final!】

【The "Immortal from Beyond the Heavens" shot didn't go in, what a pity, what a pity. But it's still fine; I'm truly comfortable seeing Mancheng eliminated.】

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: In the 22nd minute, Tang Ye's instep volley was saved, and Reus followed up with a push-shot into the near corner to score. (Comment count: 23,852)

Clap clap clap clap clap!!!

Escrivá applauded relentlessly from the stands.

Neither side played as well as they did in the first leg.

But!

In the chaotic scramble, Dortmund still came out on top!

"Borussia!"

"Dortmund!"

"Dortmund!"

"Wow!!!!"

The stands were filled with constantly waving yellow-and-black flags; the Dortmund fans had gone mad.

Given the current situation, fans who frequently watch Dortmund matches should be able to guess what will happen in the second half.

If Dortmund maintains their lead in the second half, signal flares will definitely appear in the stands around the 70th or 80th minute.

Westfalen will be shrouded in smoke!

"Has your brain broken?"

"If you lose your position one more time, I will substitute you off; do you understand what I mean? There can be no mistakes in marking!"

Guardiola slapped the back of his right hand against the palm of his left, emitting a "slap slap" sound.

"If you want to press, then go straight up; why are you keeping your distance?"

"Fuck!"

A noisy environment indeed makes people agitated, and since Mancheng is currently the side trailing, the situation is even worse.

The prestigious Premier League champions, having overtaken Manchester United to claim the title.

Yet they are about to fall on the road to the final?

Hmm, this is not something Guardiola is willing to accept.

"Come on, come on!!"

"City! (Mancheng)"

Time quickly moved to the 30-minute mark.

The venue remained very loud, but on the pitch, Mancheng had indeed recovered much of the situation.

They pushed their possession rate to 70%, preventing Dortmund from launching numerous attacks.

And this was only Mancheng's first step.

Guardiola was waiting...

Waiting for an opportunity.

Leading by one goal in the first half, the Dortmund players would surely let their guard down as the half neared its end, wanting to maintain the 1-0 scoreline.

That would be Mancheng's chance!

Walker dribbled down the right flank, running over thirty meters alone, while being cursed by Dortmund fans from head to genitals along the way.

Walker kept observing Tang Ye's situation.

Noticing Tang Ye drift over by more than ten meters toward this side, Walker seized the opportunity.

Slap!

"A long pass, to the left flank!"

"Sterling!"

"Oh! Beautiful!"

A perfect first touch; Sterling played a through-ball forward, delivering it to Cancelo who was making a run ahead.

The full-back making an overlapping run—this is Mancheng's signature attacking method!

"Get back, get back! Hurry!"

Matić was already growing anxious; Tang Ye was still rushing back.

Cancelo was incredibly fast, his running rhythm shifting constantly, giving the impression of extreme urgency.

Mancheng had to finish their attack before Tang Ye could return!

Reaching the edge of the penalty area and meeting Piszczek's defense, Cancelo passed back to Sterling.

Controlling the ball and suddenly accelerating, Sterling made a move that nearly knocked Pogba off his feet.

Into the penalty box!

Sterling dragged the ball back with his right foot, successfully finding De Bruyne.

"Hey!"

Boom!

A through-ball was played out.

Near the left post, Cancelo, making a diagonal run, suddenly appeared.

"Oh!!!!"

Sensing danger, just as Cancelo raised his leg to shoot from a zero-degree angle, Piszczek suddenly threw himself down to block.

But Cancelo executed a feint!

!!!

He pushed the ball to Sterling, who was positioned inside the box ready to receive.

Slap!

With a gentle tap, Sterling easily scored the goal.

Goal!

A goal for Mancheng!

The score is now 1:1!

"Vamos!"

Guardiola raised both hands, rushed onto the pitch, and slid on his knees in his suit.

"Don't celebrate, don't celebrate!"

"Grab the ball quickly!"

Gündoğan shouted, signaling Sterling not to run off.

"We're still behind!!"

Inside the penalty area, Bürki stood on the goal line, staring wide-eyed at Hummels: "Wait, why didn't you mark his position? How did he get right in front of me?"

Hiss...

Hummels took a deep breath.

He knew he had just committed a foul, and a fatal one at that.

"I thought Cancelo was going to shoot directly."

Gritting his teeth, Hummels explained that his original plan had been to head away Cancelo's shot, so for a moment he had neglected Sterling.

"I was watching Cancelo!"

"You should have been watching Sterling!"

Bürki's head felt like it was about to explode!

Too terrible!

Thump-thump!

His heart pounded wildly; Tang Ye leaned on his knees, gasping for breath.

He had sprinted all the way back ready to join the defense, only for the opposition to score before he could arrive.

What now?

"Boooo!!!"

"Trash! Trash!"

In the stands, Dortmund fans expressed their dissatisfaction with Sterling.

Bang!

A mineral water bottle flew out, hitting Sterling squarely on the buttocks.

That Dortmund fan's aim was indeed accurate, though Sterling's buttocks deserved some credit too.

Sterling's buttocks were very, very large!

Sterling picked the bottle up from the ground, preparing to kick it back, but was held back by his Mancheng teammates.

With no other choice, Sterling could only shrug at the referee.

But this seemed useless, as many more people continued throwing water bottles, aiming at both Sterling and Gündoğan.

Fans had hidden water bottles inside their shirts to sneak them in; with so many doing it, the referee could no longer control it.

"Calm down, let it go!"

The referee advised.

After all, this was Westfalenstadion; it was impossible for Mancheng players to score here without being attacked.

"..."

Check Dongqiu Di halftime report: Tang Ye's outside-of-the-foot volley was saved; Sterling scored from a scramble in the box; the first half ended in a 1:1 draw, with the aggregate score standing at Dortmund 3, Mancheng 2.

During halftime, the Dortmund players were generally feeling somewhat dejected.

A quick calculation shows that Dortmund currently has two away goals, while Mancheng already has one.

"If they score one more, it will be tied."

Tang Ye pinched the muscles on his neck hard, trying to make himself more alert.