Chapter 689: The Giant Dragon of the Giant Dragon Stadium

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No. 1: Champions League Final.

No. 2: Dortmund Chelsea Champions League.

"Hey!"

Tang Ye suddenly shoved Lu Lu Dige, then raised both hands.

When the referee's attention turned over, Tang Ye pointed at Lu Lu Dige: "Foul!"

"Hey hey, eon! No need!"

Lu Lu Dige was explaining to the referee and hoping Tang Ye would speak up for him.

Would Tang Ye speak up for Lu Lu Dige?

Of course not!

Lu Lu Dige pinched his nipple; this was obviously intentional.

Since it was intentional, then don't blame Tang Ye for being ruthless!

The referee came over and, in front of tens of millions of fans, criticized and educated Lu Lu Dige: "You need to ensure your challenge is reasonable; this is a warning, Mr. If it happens again, I will consider issuing a penalty."

"Just show the card directly."

Tang Ye advised, pointing at his own nipple: "He pinched me..."

Nipple was a bit hard to say out loud.

"He pinched my chest."

"Hey hey, no need, Tom; it was just an accident."

Lu Lu Dige gave Tang Ye a hug, hoping to get forgiveness.

"..."

Tang Ye was already rendered somewhat speechless.

"Remember, this is a warning!"

The referee shouted again, then walked away under Tang Ye's helpless gaze.

The moment the main referee left, the next second Lu Lu Dige stuck close again, hands placed on Tang Ye's chest.

Hmm...

Alright.

This guy is purely here to mess with his mindset.

Since that's the case, then Tang Ye can only figure it out himself.

He gave Bellingham a look; Dortmund's attacking midfielder instantly understood what to do next.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle; Reus started his run-up!

Bellingham and Akanji suddenly surged forward.

As expected, Lu Lu Dige was forced to abandon Tang Ye, finally letting go of his big hand.

Ok!

Teammate went to the near post; Tang Ye ran to the far post.

Just as planned, Reus sent a long pass toward the far post where Haaland charged.

Finding Azpilicueta, Tang Ye prepared to block for Haaland, but the Dortmund striker's movement seemed a split second slow.

The two reached a consensus in a short time; the plan was temporarily changed to Haaland blocking for Tang Ye.

Tang Ye!

Jump up!

"Ah!"

Hands clenched into fists, he suddenly executed a header.

"..."

Mendy stood in place, watching the ball fly past his ear.

"Goo——aaaa——lllll!!!!"

"My goodness, haha!"

"Tang Ye, this is a header goal!"

"A header from Tang Ye!"

"This was truly unexpected! Hey yo, haha!"

The commentators were stunned; Tang Ye himself was extremely excited.

He glanced toward the goal, confirmed it, then immediately turned and ran out.

"Vamos!!!"

Teammates ran up; Tang Ye directly sidestepped to dodge.

Maintain his maximum speed!

Knee slide!

Bang!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

Knee slide delivered.

Tang Ye did not stand up directly but stayed kneeling on the ground.

"Barvo!"

Teammates behind him rushed up, kneeling beside Tang Ye one after another, spreading their arms to embrace him tightly.

"Wow!!!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!!!!!"

The fans in the stands instantly erupted; even Escrivá from the bench rushed out, entering the pitch to hug Tang Ye: "Fuck, fuck, vamos! Haha!"

To be honest, Tang Ye's heading technique wasn't very good; it could even be said to be terrible.

Because he didn't even jump; he barely managed to reach the ball.

But considering the person executing this header was Tang Ye, and it was the Champions League final.

Then this was just too awesome!

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Can you believe this? Reus crossed from the corner, Tang Ye surged forward and scored with a last-ditch header.

【?????】

【Did he channel CR7? Go back to Manchester United immediately, straight to a legacy move.】

【Awesome!!!!】

【It's secured, brothers, it's secured. I told you Chelsea definitely couldn't beat Dortmund.】

【This Mendy is trash. Why did Chelsea sell Courtois!】

Standing inside the penalty area, Edward Mendy was directly insulted.

However, as the Blues' goalkeeper, Mendy was actually feeling very aggrieved right now.

Until his death, he never expected Tang Ye's header to be a direct shot.

Azpilicueta gestured with open hands toward Mendy; the latter sighed: "I thought it was a volley."

"... Fuck!"

"Hejabvb!"

Boom boom!

"Hejabvb!"

Boom boom!

Since Dortmund scored first, the Dortmund fans on site would naturally try to make some noise.

After all, this is the Champions League final; expecting fans to hold back their passion is impossible.

Unfortunately, this isn't Signal Iduna Park!

"Come on, come on!"

Escrivá acted quite excited, waving his hands to signal the players on the pitch to maintain this state.

"We're about to win! We're about to win!"

Being pushed off the pitch by the referee, Escrivá raised his hand to signal the players on the field.

"Don't worry!"

Tang Ye shouted once, signaling the coach not to be nervous.

It was just unknown whether Escrivá had taken his words to heart.

Standing in front of the bench, Escrivá paced back and forth, seemingly unable to stay calm.

Matty walked over from the bench, originally intending to comfort the Dortmund manager, but Escrivá immediately grabbed Matty's neck.

"Nice!"

"Sixty minutes left! Sixty minutes later, we're champions!"

"..."

Alright, since it's like this, then Matty had no need to say anything more.

He felt the Champions League's feng shui was a bit problematic, because in Matty's impression, Escrivá had been out of his mind for a long time.

43rd minute of the first half!

Dortmund's goal was naturally to hold onto this scoreline.

However, Tang Ye's mind was very clear right now; he knew the team needed to use offense to suppress the opponent to prevent Chelsea from launching an attack against Dortmund.

Considering this factor, after going up 1-0, Tang Ye even accelerated his own offensive rhythm.

Fortunately, Bellingham's skills had improved rapidly this season.

Jude can now form a very good partnership with the Master!

"I got it!"

In the center, Tang Ye received the pass from Bellingham.

Quickly, Kante and Werner rushed toward him simultaneously.

"Hey!"

Pogba's voice came from behind.

Tang Ye looked back once, then looked again toward Bellingham's direction.

He stopped the ball with his left foot and pulled it behind him; just as Werner approached him, Tang Ye suddenly pushed the ball forward, easily completing a nutmeg on the defender.

"Oh!!!"

Seeing Tang Ye about to rush past him, Werner gritted his teeth and helplessly committed a foul.

Bang!

"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

Yellow card: Werner.

After the foul, Werner covered his face with both hands, while Tuchel on the substitutes' bench shook his head repeatedly.

So far, in their efforts to mark Tang Ye, Chelsea has already accumulated three yellow cards (Werner, Azpilicueta, Mount).

Precisely because of these three yellow cards, Tuchel is now extremely anxious.

Because this will cause him great trouble when making substitutions in the second half!

"Come on!"

Pogba pulled Tang Ye up from the ground; the latter frowned, his expression far from pleasant: "Damn it, I should have been able to dodge that!"

"Hey, hey, forget it, forget it!"

"..."

"Dortmund!"

"Dortmund!"

"Beep, beep-beep—!!!!"

"Alright, dear viewers, the first half has ended, with the current score temporarily at 1:0, thanks to that header by Tang Ye."

"Mm, yes, hehe, exactly!"

"Because of that unexpected header by Tang Ye, Dortmund is currently leading. Furthermore, looking at the flow of the game, Dortmund's attack is indeed playing better than Chelsea's!"

"Eh, hehe, well, I'm not so sure about that. Actually, Chelsea had plenty of opportunities too, but they failed to capitalize on them, such as Havertz's penalty. That penalty was truly a pity!"