Chapter 814: The Devil in Nagelsmann's Heart

"Toooorrrr!!!!"

"The ball is in!"

"Gnabry's goal!"

"1:0!"

Bayern had indeed put genuine effort into studying Manchester United; otherwise, they would not have been the side to score first today.

After scoring, Gnabry acted extremely excited, rushing out before the referee even blew the whistle.

Boom!

Swish swish swish!

Sliding on his knees then standing up, Gnabry spread his arms wide and embraced Davies tightly.

"Bayern!"

"Ole, ole, ole!"

"FC Bayern!"

"Stern des Sudens! (Star of the South)"

The screen first showed Bayern fans jumping up and down in the stands, followed by Ten Hag grinding his teeth in fury.

Erik rarely gritted his teeth; this alone revealed just how effective Bayern's previous attack had been.

"Manchester United, this..."

"Sigh, they dodged the penalty kick, but couldn't stop Bayern's forward coordination!"

As everyone knows, Manchester United's weakness lies in their defensive line; both the full-backs and center-backs are major liabilities.

Bayern's exploitation of their opponent's weaknesses was truly excellent; the continuous passing and positional dragging was exactly what Varane and De Ligt feared.

Live match report: Bayern's forward coordination, Muller's header lay-off assisting Gnabry's goal, the score now 1:0.

Seeing this, many fans of Premier League teams were already starting to laugh.

Manchester United were pure bandits, and now they had finally met their retribution.

Heaven's cycle turns fairly; Manchester United cared too much about their league unbeaten record, cared too much about clinching the title early.

Snatching the championship was nothing but banditry, and now they were finally about to be punished by justice!

Pah!

Tang Ye spat out his chewing gum and quickly comforted De Ligt and De Gea.

"Focus!"

Tang Ye tapped the Dutch center-back's forehead: "I won't say anything else, just focus, otherwise you're coming off in the second half!"

De Gea reached out to touch the muscles near Tang Ye's ribs, indicating he understood.

"We are already down by one; we cannot afford any more mistakes!"

Rodri stood in his position; he seemed somewhat unsure of what to do next, so he ran over to find Tang Ye. Manchester United's on-field captain and vice-captain were engaged in a conversation unknown to others, while Ten Hag had also called Luke Shaw away.

The match resumed, and the Allianz Arena was filled with the sound of "Mia san mia (We are who we are)."

Leading against Manchester United was naturally a very comfortable feeling; Chelsea had experienced this once before.

Yet Bayern's current lead clearly carried more weight, because if this scoreline held, they could eliminate Manchester United!

There was movement on Manchester United's substitute bench!

Ten Hag instructed Bailly, Wan-Bissaka, Ye He, B. Fernandes, and C. Ronaldo—all five of them—to start warming up simultaneously.

Seeing this scene, Nagelsmann chuckled inwardly.

So Erik could panic after all.

Secure!

Everything is secure!

Bayern is secure today!

"..."

"Lucas Hernandez..."

"Shot directly!"

"But, haha!"

"Hernandez's shot hit Rodri!"

The rebounded ball was collected by Musiala.

However, Musiala was indeed too inexperienced; he surprisingly chose not to pass immediately, and the next second Dalot kicked the ball away.

"Oh!"

Possession came to Tang Ye's feet.

He had to show off his skills now.

With a V-drag feint, Tang Ye quickly created distance from Hernandez.

He surged forward, driving into the attacking half.

Manchester United's counterattack!

While dribbling forward, Tang Ye kept shaking his head left and right. Although he made no move to pass, Nagelsmann watched in extreme tension.

Snap!

A medium-range through ball, delivered to Luke Shaw who was sprinting up on the left.

Luke Shaw and Rashford made coordinated forward runs.

Let Rashford execute the deep attack ahead!

"Come on!"

Tang Ye left the central position for Luke Shaw and De Jong, moving himself toward Rashford.

Clap clap!

After a one-two pass, Tang Ye wanted to swap positions with Rashford, but was blocked by Davies.

He intended to continue the play, but unexpectedly, Rashford chose to shoot directly from that position.

Boom!

The ball smashed into the six-yard box, rebounded, and flew into the net.

It was a dead-angle shot into the bottom right corner of the goal!

"Oh! My God!"

"Marcus Rashford!"

"Beautiful!"

Thanks to Rashford's goal, the score became 1:1.

"Nice, Marcus!"

Tang Ye's mind was still processing the follow-up ideas from that previous attack, but it was all useless now.

Once Rashford found his touch, a single shot easily leveled the score.

On the wing, with Tang Ye and Luke Shaw hanging on his back, Rashford pressed his index finger to his temple.

"Xuuu!!!"

"Screw you!"

"Why did you miss the penalty in the European Cup!"

"..."

Clap clap clap clap!

【Master Rash!!! This is the true Crown Prince of Manchester United】

【This truly leaves no room for criticism; indeed, Rashford in the first half is invincible】

【I, Ggbond, deserve major credit for this play, okay】

【Phew... then it's fine. I thought Manchester United was done for, but now it's Bayern who are finished】

Bayern had seemed to be in an excellent situation, only to suddenly concede a goal to Manchester United.

Manchester United is best at attacking, so how could you let them find their attacking rhythm?

Isn't this about to explode?

Bayern soon paid the price for their negligence.

Tang Ye delivered a 45-degree cross, targeting neither Allé nor De Ligt, but sending the ball directly to where Luke Shaw was positioned.

Luke Shaw stood on the grass without jumping, tightened his core, and headed the ball straight into the goal.

Was this goal offside!

"Hiss... it seems like it was offside?"

"Both Allé and Dembélé were in offside positions."

After the goal was scored, players from both sides immediately began arguing inside the penalty area.

"No offside, no offside!"

"What are you talking about? It can't be offside; look at Shaw, don't look at him, he didn't even touch the ball!"

The referee pressed his earpiece, waiting for news from the assistant referee.

The assistant referee gave no clear response, so the main referee ultimately had to rely on himself.