Set a small goal—score another one!

At the moment the ball hit the net, Dortmund fans erupted in cheers once again!

All the fans jumped up, and the stadium was filled with deafening roars!

On the coaching bench, Klopp clenched his teeth and threw a fist into the air—this goal was incredibly satisfying!

After all, everyone saw it clearly—Ye Chen's jersey was nearly torn apart.

But in reality, it was the work of his SS-level skill, Poacher.

First, it elevated his physical attributes to a whole new level, enhancing both his explosiveness and speed.

Second, it refined his positioning.

The moment the ball was played to the right, Ye Chen had already made a clear judgment in his mind.

There were only two possible scoring points:

One was between Sanko and Brack, but Sanko would most likely clear the ball.

The other was the near post!

This was also the easier spot for a pass.

The reason Götze chose to pass to the near post was simple—during training, Ye Chen always made runs to the near post out of habit.

After scoring, Ye Chen quickly got up from the ground, spread his arms wide, and sprinted toward the corner flag where Götze was standing, embracing him tightly!

This is the importance of having great teammates.

Why not go to a weaker team to develop gradually?

Ye Chen feared the awkward scenario where he wouldn't even get proper service.

Dortmund wasn't a true footballing giant, but they weren't weak either. Moreover, they had just won the league title last season and were on the rise.

Most importantly, the team had ambition…

Every club dreams of standing atop Europe!

After all, that is the most glorious moment and the highest honor a European club can achieve.

Of course, with the current squad, fighting on all three fronts was unrealistic.

Ye Chen vividly remembered that their Champions League campaign this season was disappointing.

But would his arrival change things even slightly?

"So fast! Unbelievably fast!" Huang Jianxiang marveled in disbelief. "He and Sanko started at almost the same time, yet he managed to get into the box first, positioning himself so well that Sanko had no choice but to foul him!"

"At that moment, he could have easily won a penalty by going down, but he didn't—he decisively took the shot mid-air!"

"Ye Chen is simply incredible!"

Zhan Jun was trembling with excitement. "I'm declaring it right now—from today onwards, I am a Ye Chen fan! How can anyone not love a player like him?"

The feeling was completely different from commentating on foreign players.

Perhaps because Ye Chen was Chinese, they felt an even stronger sense of connection.

Ye Chen displayed the instincts of a top-class striker with that goal.

Even though he was still young and physically not the strongest, his positioning inside the box was elite!

Of course, Zhan Jun was merely voicing the sentiments of countless fans.

As he said—how can anyone not love a player like Ye Chen?

Coming off the bench and immediately scoring twice, Ye Chen once again showcased his incredible goal-scoring efficiency.

Whether or not he could secure a starting spot, scoring goals like this was an amazing feeling.

Especially when the entire stadium chanted his name—his whole body tingled with excitement!

The Match Continues

The last three minutes of the first half were relatively uneventful.

Augsburg tried attacking a few times but failed to convert.

Eventually, Dortmund went into halftime with a comfortable 2-0 lead.

Since the next match would be followed by an international break, stamina wasn't a major concern.

Unless there were fitness issues, Klopp wouldn't make unnecessary substitutions.

When the halftime whistle blew, Klopp didn't head straight to the locker room. Instead, he high-fived every player coming off the pitch before finally walking into the dressing room.

Although Ye Chen had only played for a little over twenty minutes, fans were already calling his name excitedly as he walked through the tunnel, eager to shake his hand.

Ye Chen, of course, didn't refuse. After shaking hands with several fans, he finally entered the locker room.

"Ye, your performance was amazing!" Klopp wrapped an arm around Ye Chen.

Ye Chen grinned. "Scoring goals feels great!"

"Of course!" Klopp gave him a thumbs-up. "You're already in the top ten of the league's goal-scoring chart. Keep it up and help Dortmund win the Golden Boot this season. What do you think?"

"I'm up for it, but you need to give me more playing time first." Ye Chen said bluntly.

"You're just 17, and you want to be a starter already?"

"Boss, I don't think age is a problem. After all, Ronaldo won the Ballon d'Or at 20!"

"You don't seriously think you're R9, do you?"

"I don't want to, but wasn't it you who said that?" Ye Chen blinked playfully.

That was indeed something Klopp had said—he even used that exact line to thank Manchester United during a press conference!

Inside the locker room, the team's masseurs immediately began their work, helping players recover.

Of course, Ye Chen didn't need a massage, but he did grab two bananas and ate them.

These were quick-energy foods that players often consumed during halftime.

Meanwhile, Klopp continued his tactical briefing for the second half.

"We'll tighten our formation a bit after the break. The full-backs can push forward more aggressively, but Bender, don't move up too much. If needed, cover the flanks defensively…"

Klopp's tactics were always meticulous—he had structured patterns for positioning and attacking.

Ye Chen was playing as the central forward in this system.

Naturally, Klopp singled him out for praise, especially for the second goal.

Most strikers would have given up after being pulled like that, but Ye Chen chose to strike the ball instead.

This showed that he had the potential to become a top-class forward.

Besides, the referee had already awarded one penalty earlier. Even if another foul occurred, he might hesitate to give a second penalty.

Ye Chen didn't dwell on it too much—he just didn't want to be criticized.

Everyone knew that when Cristiano Ronaldo first emerged, he was often called "Diver Ronaldo" due to his frequent simulation.

Even after he improved, referees and fans still gave him "special treatment," making it harder for him to win fouls.

Ye Chen didn't want to be treated the same way. After all, penalties were one of the easiest ways to score!

The Second Half Begins

Fifteen minutes of halftime passed quickly, and the players returned to the pitch.

The Dortmund fans, well-rested, started singing the club anthem again, cheering their team on for the second half.

As for Ye Chen, he had only one thought in his mind—score more goals!

One is good, two is better, and three or four would be perfect…

After all, Augsburg was a newly promoted team. If he didn't score more now, was he supposed to wait until facing Bayern to try?

That wouldn't be realistic!

So, Ye Chen set himself a small goal—complete a hat-trick first!

"Beep!"

The second half kicked off.

Augsburg adjusted their formation from 4-2-3-1 to 4-4-2, subbing in a tall striker to focus on long balls and aerial duels.

It actually worked—they created a chance.

At 48:24, Augsburg won a precious corner kick.

The ball flew into the air, and center-back Sanko rose high, heading it into the net.

Just as Sanko was about to celebrate, the referee blew his whistle…

The fans were stunned—why was the goal disallowed?

The referee signaled pushing!

Sanko committed a foul, and the goal was ruled out!

The big screen replayed the moment—Sanko had pushed Hummels just before jumping, disrupting his ability to contest the header.

The score remained 2-0 to Dortmund, and they had dodged a bullet.

But Klopp was visibly unhappy with his players—he gestured for them to press forward.

After all, they were the reigning champions, while Augsburg was just a newly promoted team!

Allowing them so many chances? Klopp wasn't having it.