The opportunity that was fought for.

Facing Simon Jänsch in front of the goal, Ye Chen's mind went blank.

He knew that whether or not he scored this penalty would determine if he'd have the chance to take another one in the future.

This shot was crucial.

Ye Chen took a deep breath and started his run-up.

As he approached the ball, he unleashed a powerful strike.

"Bang!"

The ball shot out like a ferocious tiger escaping its cage, transforming into a fiery streak toward the goal.

Jänsch reacted half a beat too slow. By the time he dived, the ball had already skimmed past his fingertips.

Too fast!

So fast that he barely had time to react!

Instinctively, Simon turned his head to follow the ball's trajectory—only to see it spinning inside the net…

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"

The stadium DJ's roar ignited the atmosphere in Signal Iduna Park!

The fans erupted, their cheers threatening to blow the roof off the stadium!

"The scorer is Cheeeeeeeeeen~~~~~~~~~~Ye~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The DJ stretched his voice, and the entire stadium joined in, chanting Ye Chen's name.

On the pitch, Ye Chen celebrated with Cristiano Ronaldo's signature move.

He leaped into the air, turned, and shouted at the top of his lungs—

"Siuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

The goal set the stadium ablaze!

Dortmund's players rushed to embrace Ye Chen.

"Well done!""That was amazing, Ye!""We're counting on you for our goals!"

Everyone was praising him, though with the deafening noise, Ye Chen could barely hear them.

But that didn't matter—all that mattered was the joy!

On the sidelines, Klopp pumped his fists in celebration. This goal was absolutely crucial for Dortmund at this moment!

With this goal, the match should become much easier to control.

As Ye Chen walked back to the center circle, he pointed to the name on his jersey, signaling for everyone to remember his name.

Meanwhile, in China, on CCTV Sports Channel 5…

"IT'S IN! IT'S IN! IT'S IN!!!"

Huang Jianxiang's voice echoed through thousands of households.

"Ye Chen has scored his first goal at Signal Iduna Park!"

"What a penalty! Perfect angle, perfect power! Jänsch guessed the right direction but could do nothing to stop it!"

"Congratulations to Ye Chen! I believe this goal is the beginning of a legend—his football story starts here!"

His excitement was palpable, his voice trembling with passion.

Beside him, commentator Zhan Jun couldn't help but admire Ye Chen's composure:

"Incredible mentality! Standing at the penalty spot, Ye Chen showed no fear at all.

And his shot? Absolutely flawless!

He displayed a level of confidence and composure beyond his years!"

Finally, Zhan Jun posed the question lingering in his heart:

"With this level of talent, how is he not in the national team yet?"

In the stands, Lina's face flushed red with excitement.

Her tiny fists clenched tightly.

"I knew you could do it! Keep going, Ye!"

Meanwhile, in the locker room…

Lewandowski, who had just finished receiving treatment, sat with a serious expression, watching the screen.

His injury wasn't serious—just a few days of rest, and he'd be back.

But the moment he was subbed off, Dortmund scored immediately.

Did that mean… he wasn't as good as Ye Chen?

Of course, the human mind tends to wander.

At this stage, Lewandowski wasn't yet the world-class striker he would become—he was still just a backup.

The match resumed.

With only a few minutes left in the first half, Augsburg desperately pushed forward, unwilling to enter halftime trailing.

Their primary tactic? Crosses from the flanks.

The ball was frequently distributed wide, but Dortmund's center-backs, Santana and Hummels, were both towering defenders.

Augsburg's crosses kept failing.

Especially Santana—his positioning today was impeccable, intercepting multiple passes with ease.

However, his distribution was slightly lacking.

Ye Chen wasn't just standing around either.

Even though forwards aren't usually responsible for defending, Ye Chen actively pressed Augsburg's defenders whenever they had possession.

His goal? To prevent them from making comfortable passes.

For now, it seemed like a waste of energy.

Even Augsburg's Sankoh sneered at him:

"Kid, do you even know how to play? You're just exhausting yourself!"

Did Ye Chen really not know how to play?

Time would tell if his pressing was a mistake.

One thing was certain—his relentless pressure forced Augsburg into poor passes, allowing Dortmund to quickly regain possession.

Midfielder İlkay Gündoğan shielded the ball from Bellinghausen before passing to Sven Bender.

Dortmund immediately launched a counterattack.

Sven Bender had three passing options—

Left: Perišić was making a blazing run.Right: Götze was also sprinting forward.Center: Kuba and Ye Chen were advancing.

But Sankoh was marking Ye Chen closely.

Without hesitation, Bender chose the right wing.

He ignored Perišić because left-back Verhaegh was already tracking him, which would slow the counterattack.

Meanwhile, Götze was in open space!

Though Augsburg's Morávek was chasing him, Götze had a one-step lead.

And Götze's acceleration was insane—like an engine-powered sports car.

Ye Chen sprinted toward the box.

Kuba was slower, but Ye Chen was shadowed by Sankoh.

"Boom!"

On the run, Götze whipped in a cross without even looking up.

The ball curved beautifully in the air—

toward the near post!

"Götze doesn't go for the byline! Instead, he crosses from a forty-five-degree angle!"

The ball arced toward the near post.

Ye Chen had already broken into the box, with Sankoh breathing down his neck.

Sankoh was fast, but Ye Chen had better positioning and an explosive first step—he squeezed in front!

Realizing he was losing the battle, Sankoh desperately grabbed Ye Chen's jersey.

Everyone could see Ye Chen's shirt stretching from the pull.

Ye Chen could have gone down—it was a clear foul!

But he didn't hesitate.

Even with his body being dragged back, his foot swung forward.

No—he lashed out with full force!

Before the ball could hit the ground, Ye Chen volleyed it fiercely!

The ball rocketed toward the near post!

Jänsch had already anticipated the shot, shifting toward the near post.

But the ball was too fast.

Even though he stretched his hand out, he couldn't stop it.

GOAL!!!

Ye Chen's relentless pressing had forced a mistake—

And he created this chance with his own effort!