As Ye Chen took the field, boos erupted from the crowd.

Werder Bremen showed no mercy. Even after scoring a goal, they continued to dominate the field.

This was largely due to the composition of their team.

As the reigning Bundesliga champions, Dortmund's players were key starters for their national teams. On the other hand, most of Werder Bremen's players were substitutes.

Take Naldo, for example. Though he was a national team player, he only came off the bench for 20 minutes.

Marin played in the first match but wasn't even given a chance in the second!

After all, Germany had no shortage of left-wingers. In the previous game, it was Podolski who occupied that position.

The match continued, and Dortmund gradually regained their footing.

However, their yellow cards were piling up.

Marin, the goal scorer, became a primary target for defensive pressure.

Even Götze, on the right flank, was booked for a tackle from behind.

Subotić also received a yellow card for pulling Marin down.

But today, Marin was in peak form—unstoppable and omnipresent.

At 43 minutes and 24 seconds, Marin received the ball and delivered a perfect cross from 45 degrees.

At the far post, Rosenberg met the ball with a powerful header.

Werder Bremen led Dortmund 2-0!

The stadium erupted once more, echoing with chants of Marin's name!

Though Rosenberg's positioning and header were excellent, Marin's assist was the true masterpiece.

After scoring, Rosenberg celebrated with a knee slide. In such a crucial match, this goal could be decisive for his starting position.

After all, Arnautović was considered a prodigious striker. In the new season, he had already scored two goals and was competing with Rosenberg for a starting spot.

The 3,000 traveling Dortmund fans fell into silence.

They could see the effort their team was putting in, but the infamous "FIFA virus" had drained their stamina.

Then, suddenly—

"Ye!"

"Ye!"

"Ye!"

No one knew who started the chant.

Yes, the fans were now calling for their super-sub!

The man who had scored six goals in just two substitute appearances!

Now trailing 2-0, could he pull off a hat trick and turn the game around?

The 3,000 Dortmund supporters roared like 30,000.

On the sidelines, Klopp glanced at Ye Chen, then at Kagawa.

Perhaps just one Ye wouldn't be enough!

Why was Dortmund struggling so much?

The main issue was Gündoğan getting overwhelmed in midfield!

At this stage of his career, Gündoğan lacked the composure and control he would develop later. Meanwhile, Bargfrede and Hunt worked seamlessly together, capitalizing on every mistake.

Several counterattacks had been triggered by Gündoğan's turnovers.

But could Kagawa last an entire half?

"Beep! Beep-beep!"

The referee's whistle signaled the end of the first half.

Ye Chen wore a solemn expression.

This match was looking grim!

Did Dortmund still have a chance?

Yes!

If he was subbed in, there was still a chance!

Perišić was clearly exhausted; his usual sharpness was gone.

Lewandowski wasn't playing badly, but he was isolated up front, struggling alone.

The root of the problem? There was no explosive threat in attack.

Dortmund needed two things—one midfielder who could control the ball and one forward with speed and dribbling ability!

The best solution was obvious: Ye Chen and Shinji Kagawa.

This was the conclusion Ye Chen had reached after watching football for over a decade.

But he wasn't the coach. He couldn't decide whether he would play.

As the players walked back to the locker room, Ye Chen heard the insults from the opposing fans.

"You think two Asian monkeys can save you? You'll win nothing this season!"

"Man United didn't want you. Trash like you should just leave the Bundesliga!"

Ye Chen clenched his fists but had no way to vent his frustration.

Klopp, however, did.

Bang!

As soon as the players entered the locker room, Klopp slammed the door shut.

"Look at how you played in the first half!"

"Gündoğan, how many times have you lost possession?"

"And you, Perišić, were you drained last night?"

"OwoMoyela, are you a statue? How are you getting beaten so easily?"

One by one, the players lowered their heads.

"Tell me, do you still want to win?" Klopp roared.

"Yes!"

The players lifted their heads.

"Louder! I can't hear you!" Klopp shouted.

"YES!"

They responded in unison.

"Good!" Klopp nodded. "We're changing our tactics in the second half!"

He picked up the tactics board and then looked at Ye Chen.

"Ye, let me ask you something—are you afraid of them?"

Ye Chen looked confused. "Why would I be afraid?"

"They've been talking tough before the game. They want to break your legs," Klopp said seriously. He motioned for Buvac to show the team some pre-match articles on the tablet.

Ye Chen chuckled. "Boss, you're not benching me because of that, are you?"

Klopp raised an eyebrow. "I just want to protect you."

"Boss, if I were afraid of injuries, why would I play football? Besides, I'm aiming for the Bundesliga Golden Boot! How can I win it if I don't play?" Ye Chen said helplessly.

"So, you're not afraid?"

Klopp had his concerns—Ye Chen was still very young.

After all, Ferguson's comments had stirred up a lot of resentment.

Many players were eager to put Ye Chen in his place.

At that moment, Perišić spoke up.

"Boss, I'm exhausted today. Let Ye play instead of me."

Although they were direct competitors, Perišić didn't want to see the team lose.

Ye Chen then looked Klopp straight in the eye.

"Boss, I appreciate your concern, but I chose professional football knowing the risks. I have the courage to face anything!"

Then, his expression hardened, his voice steady and resolute.

"If they want a fight—then let's fight!"

A chill ran down the spines of everyone in the room.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unshakable authority.

Was this really a 17-year-old kid?

Klopp was stunned.

If only Ye Chen were German… He could be the perfect successor to Klose, leading Germany into a new golden era.

The 15-minute halftime break ended quickly.

Ye Chen stood on the sideline, waiting for the referee's signal.

The first half had been dull, even for commentators Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun.

Understandably so—many players had just returned from international duty, and both teams were using several backups. The intensity was lacking.

But when Ye Chen, wearing the No. 16 jersey, appeared on the sideline, the commentators' energy surged.

"Welcome back, everyone! We see that Chinese youngster Ye Chen is coming on!" Huang Jianxiang exclaimed. "He's entering at the same time as in his first game, replacing Croatian international Perišić!"

"Ye Chen is finally on! The fans have been waiting for this moment!" Zhan Jun added. "But Dortmund is already two goals down. Can he make an immediate impact?"

Before they could finish speaking, the match resumed!

"Beep!"

Götze passed to Lewandowski, and Dortmund surged into Bremen's half.

Five Dortmund players charged forward as Bremen quickly organized their defense.

Lewandowski took two touches and then played a diagonal pass to the left wing.

Ye Chen received the ball—

And suddenly, a deafening wave of boos erupted!

This was the moment Bremen's fans had been preparing for.

But Ye Chen didn't hear a thing.

As soon as he touched the ball, his energy exploded!

Like a sports car at full throttle, he ignited his top speed!

Wolff sensed the danger and tried to foul Ye Chen!

But Ye Chen read his intentions, tapped the ball forward, twisted his body, and evaded Wolff's outstretched hand!

The crowd gasped—

What had they just witnessed?!

This speed… it was unreal!

Ye Chen was already inside the box.

Naldo rushed to cover, but it was too late—Ye Chen was one-on-one with the goalkeeper!

Facing Mielitz, Ye Chen's body tensed.

He drew his bow.

Took aim.

Boom!

A thunderous strike!