Chapter 690: Escrivá's Tremble and the Earthquake at the Giant's Stadium

"Oh my, oh heavens, this, haha!"

"Tang Ye!"

"That's a worldie from outside the box!"

The instant the long-range shot found the net, the stadium fell silent for a moment, then suddenly erupted with an explosive roar.

"Wow!!!"

"Haha!"

Tang Ye sprinted out with his arms spread wide.

Seemingly too overwhelmed with excitement, he even forgot about his plan to slide on his knees.

He ran in a straight line.

He grabbed his jersey, rolled it up, and flung it violently backward!

"Roar—!!!!"

As the roar erupted, the camera captured Tang Ye's upper-body muscles bulging, the veins on his arms clearly visible.

Escrivá clasped his hands over his head and collapsed onto the grass.

【Damn, what the hell was that?】

【This Mendy is truly trash... damn it!】

【6666666, as expected of our Tang Tang Qiuwang; he never goes soft in big matches!】

【Tuchel is probably stunned, haha. This goal reminds me of an old acquaintance; he also played for Manchester United, but I won't say who, because you all know.】

【Brothers! This is Tang Tang Qiuwang's second Champions League; can the referee just end the match now? Chelsea has no chance left, okay?】

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Wow!!!!"

To be honest, this goal was indeed somewhat too extravagant, leaving the fans in the stands and even some players on the field in a state of bewilderment.

Haaland took a running start and charged over.

He jumped!

No one knew what the Dortmund striker was thinking, but the nearly 100-kilogram giant landed squarely on top of Tang Ye.

"Oh, fuck!"

After shouting once, Tang Ye immediately dropped to his knees the next second.

Fortunately, Haaland reacted quickly and got off immediately.

He had nearly injured the Master!

That was close!

"Tom!!!"

Reus grabbed Tang Ye's head and kept shouting wildly.

"Haha!"

"Jersey! The jersey!"

Pogba handed the jersey to Tang Ye, yet the latter seemed to have no intention of putting it on.

He only realized it belatedly.

So the Master was actually an exhibitionist too!

"Roar!!"

Sitting on the grass with both hands raised high above his head, Tang Ye couldn't help but let out another roar.

"A brace!"

"And it's a brace in the Champions League final!"

"Sigh,"

"hehe, this is exactly what we said before. You can always count on the player Tang Ye; even though he's already carrying an injury, in the more important and critical matches, he often can, hehe, bring out his highest competitive level!"

"However... this shirtless celebration might earn him a card!"

Just as Zhan Jun said, after the Dortmund players slowly dispersed from around Tang Ye, the main referee quickly ran over and showed a yellow card to the player celebrating without his shirt.

Tang Ye took a voluntary step toward the referee.

"This yellow card is mandatory; don't argue with me, because if you argue..."

"How about it, brother, wasn't my goal handsome?"

"..."

"Mm, not bad."

The referee gave Tang Ye a thumbs-up: "But the premise is that you need to put your shirt on quickly."

"Of course!"

Waving his hands, Tang Ye first ran a few laps below the stands with his bare chest.

"Shirt, the shirt!"

Pogba and Reus chased after Tang Ye, handing the jersey over to him.

"Okay, okay, I'm putting it on now, I'm putting it on now!"

While putting on his clothes, Tang Ye walked toward the cameraman.

Facing the huge lens, Tang Ye extended his index and middle fingers to make a "2," then pointed at his own eyeballs.

The meaning was very clear.

Watch closely; these are two goals!

Check Dongqiu Di live match report: Tang Ye's shocking 41-meter long-range shot puts Dortmund ahead 2-0 against Chelsea!

Play resumes, and time slowly ticks toward the 70th minute of the second half.

The score remains 2-0; thanks to Tang Ye's two goals, Dortmund has nearly achieved complete domination over Chelsea.

Tuchel's brain is about to explode.

Considering Dortmund's exaggerated attacking intensity, Chelsea adopted a five-defender formation for this match, even shifting into a 5-5-0 parking bus when defending.

But!

Damn it, a cannonball flies over from more than 40 meters away on the other side.

This was absolutely not in Tuchel's plan!

"Fucking over!"

"Wow!!"

"Chelsea!"

"Chelsea is rubbish!"

German fans in the stands shout in less-than-perfect English.

Among them, a few with London accents must be Tottenham fans.

Those damn Tottenham fans infiltrated the Blue Army's ranks in disguise.

Now seeing Chelsea trailing, they drop the act, stripping off their blue jerseys to reveal the white Tottenham kits underneath!

Tuchel glances toward the stands.

If the one mocking him were a player or a coach, the German would surely lose his temper and start a fight immediately.

But since it's fans hurling insults at the team, Tuchel can do absolutely nothing about it!

The camera cuts to Tang Ye!

Dribbling through the center, Tang Ye's body rises and falls with a very rhythmic motion.

Two defenders trail closely behind him.

The advantage of that rhythm becomes evident right now.

Although Chelsea assigned many men to mark Tang Ye, the extremely deceptive rhythm and movement of Dortmund's midfielders meant the defenders' tight marking achieved little.

"Get up there!!!"

"Press him, be decisive, just go at him!!!"

"Fuck!"

It's clear that Tuchel is truly panicked.

But there's no helping it; being two goals down, the defensive awareness of the Blue Army players on the pitch has already started to falter.

Dealing with Tang Ye was never easy to begin with, and now the situation has become even worse.

After some deft maneuvering, Tang Ye successfully shakes off Kanté.

He adjusts with small, quick steps.

Slap!

He whips out a 45-degree cross.

The ball travels incredibly fast, heading straight for Haaland inside the penalty area.

"Wow!!!!"

"Tang Ye must have planned this pass; it's not lofted too high."

"Watch Haaland!"

Tang Ye's cross flies to the open space in front of Haaland, bounces once off the grass, and springs up.

Without hesitation, to reach the ball, Haaland decisively dives to the ground.

Bang!

It's a sliding shot straight away!

"Gooo——aaaa——lllll!!!!!"

"Haalanddddd!!!!!"

"3-0!"

"It's down!!! (It's over!)"

The score is 3-0 in the 74th minute.

Needless to say, the outcome of this match is already decided.

After Haaland scores the third goal, Chelsea fans in the stands begin to leave one after another.

"Dortmund!"

Bang bang!

"Dortmund!!"

Bang bang bang!

"We are the champions!" (in German)

"Borussia Dortmund are the champions!"

"Borussia Dortmund are the European champions, the Champions League champions!"

"Heja BVB!!!"

"Wow!!!!!"

Tang Ye and Haaland sit cross-legged on the grass.

Their tactless teammates rush over, disrupting the pair's celebration.

"Vamos!!!!"

Tang Ye was tackled onto the grass, rolling half a circle before being pinned down by Royce.

"Haha!"

"We celebrated too little!"

"What!?"

Royce hadn't quite heard what Tang Ye said.

"I said, we celebrated too little! We should have opened another bottle of champagne at halftime."

Tang Ye mimed drinking: "I should have taken a few sips back then."