Who in the Bundesliga doesn't know you?

"Gooooooooooooooooal!!!!"

"Oh my god, what did I just witness?" The commentator was so excited that he could barely form a sentence. Sitting in the commentary booth, he clutched his head in disbelief. "I can't believe my eyes!"

"After running for ninety minutes, Ye has just completed his fourth hat-trick in the final moments with a stunning goal, dribbling past three defenders!"

"This is simply—A! GOD! DESCENDING!"

He screamed out each word with sheer intensity!

"Guys, tell me, who scored the fifth goal?"

The crowd erupted in chants.

"Ye!"

"It's Ye!"

"My beloved Ye!"

"Oh my god, Ye is the god of Westfalen!"

Words could not describe what had just happened!

Over 80,000 people in the stadium were all on their feet, including the away fans, staring in sheer disbelief at the scene before them.

Closest to the goal, Kuba stood frozen as if a spell had been cast on him. His eyes were wide in shock as he watched Ye Chen sprint towards the South Stand in celebration.

What had he just witnessed?

A miracle!

That goal was a perfect combination of intelligence, skill, and flawless finishing!

He couldn't even find the words to express his inner shock!

As the deafening cheers roared in his ears, Kuba let out just two words:

"Holy sh*t!"

Sometimes, when words fail you, a single expletive speaks volumes!

On the sidelines, in the coaching area…

Klopp stood there, hands on his head, staring in disbelief at Ye Chen celebrating in the corner. Yet, his face was lit up with a smile.

On the other hand, Ståle Solbakken had collapsed onto the ground, his eyes empty and hollow.

He had done everything he could. His players had given their all.

Look at Matúšchyk, lying on the ground, unable to get up; look at Sereno, barely standing, his legs trembling; look at Butchmann, completely drained, panting like a broken bellows, unable to chase back.

You couldn't blame them.

They had done their best, but tonight, Ye Chen was simply…

Yes, a god descending!

The commentator had put it perfectly!

One minute earlier…

China, Sports Channel 5 Live Broadcast

In the studio, the two commentators wore expressions of deep concern. Ye Chen was in trouble on the field!

"Ye Chen is going through the toughest ten minutes of this match. The Cologne players are treating him like a national treasure, surrounding him layer by layer!" Huang Jianxiang's magnetic voice echoed through countless homes.

Zhan Jun nodded. "After all, he's still a young player in professional football. When facing double or even triple marking, he doesn't always know what to do."

"Honestly, Ye Chen is just a 17-year-old kid. Is all this really necessary?" Huang Jianxiang asked, frustrated. Seeing Ye Chen being locked down made his heart ache.

"Oh, it absolutely is!" Zhan Jun laughed. "Think about it—Ye Chen has already scored twice and assisted once. Even that corner kick goal came from his long-range shot forcing a corner! He has played a part in all four goals! If I were Cologne's coach, I'd tell my players to double-mark him too!"

"I get it, but it still feels frustrating to watch." Huang Jianxiang sighed.

"He's done incredibly well so far, but with performances like this, more and more teams will start targeting him in the future," Zhan Jun said seriously.

That, in itself, was proof of how terrifying Ye Chen was!

One defender couldn't stop him. Two would leave gaps elsewhere.

How a player breaks free in these situations defines the difference between a good player and a world-class one.

As the two chatted, Ye Chen moved back to receive the ball.

"Ye Chen has dropped deep to support. He's away from the penalty area, but his movement has pulled defenders out of position!" Huang Jianxiang's voice suddenly grew louder. "What is he doing?"

Zhan Jun's eyes widened. "Something interesting is happening—Ye Chen is using the referee to play a basketball-style pick-and-roll! This kid's football IQ is incredible!"

"Ye Chen used the referee to shake off Butchmann's tight marking, but Sereno has reacted!"

"Matúšchyk is sliding in for a tackle—wow, what did I just see? Ye Chen just played the violin with his right foot!"

"Oh no, Matúšchyk's boot scraped Ye Chen's leg, but he hasn't lost control of the ball!"

"Sereno is charging in—beautiful! A gorgeous nutmeg!"

"He's through! Only the goalkeeper, Rensing, is left!"

"Rensing is rushing out!"

"A chip shot! A chip shot! What am I seeing?!"

"GOAL! GOAL! GOAL!"

"Ye Chen dribbled past three defenders and finished with a delicate chip!"

Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun were off their seats, eyes glued to the screen.

A second ago, they were worried about Ye Chen's struggles.

The next second, he had written the perfect answer with his feet!

Huang Jianxiang roared passionately:

"I think at this moment, our fans are the happiest people in the world! Because they no longer need to envy Argentina's fans or be jealous of Portugal's! We have our own Messi, our own Ronaldo—his name is Ye Chen!"

Zhan Jun joined in, "No worries about having no recognition in the future—who in the Bundesliga does not know Ye Chen?! From this day forward, I believe no one in Germany will forget his name. And I believe one day, his name will shake the entire football world! He will become a legend, just like Yao Ming did in basketball!"

The Westfalenstadion erupted in a deafening chorus of "Ye Chen's Song!"

And Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun sang along:

"Hala Hala Ye Chen Ye Chen!"

"Ye Chen from China!"

"Our beloved Chinese boy, Ye Chen Ye Chen!"

"Our unstoppable Ye Chen!"

The song spread through TV screens into millions of homes.

Tears welled up in the eyes of countless fans.

They had waited too long for this moment.

China never lacked passionate football fans—what they lacked was a hero, a beacon of hope!

But now, a 17-year-old boy, dressed in yellow, was storming through the Bundesliga!

"With a sword that spans thirty thousand miles, a single strike chills nineteen provinces!"

On the Dortmund Fan Forum…

"A legend is born! From today, I am a die-hard Ye Chen fan!"

"Tears in my eyes—before I die, I must see Ye Chen play live at least once!"

"How can anyone not love Ye Chen?"

"Argentina has Messi, Portugal has Ronaldo, England has Rooney, Brazil has Neymar, and now China has Ye Chen! I'll never have to envy anyone again!"

"Zhan Jun's commentary was legendary! 'Who in the Bundesliga does not know Ye Chen?' I can't wait to see who dares to doubt him now!"

"Wake up, dude. Did you forget the football association's statement?"

"Breaking news! A genius striker with four consecutive hat-tricks has been deemed 'not good enough' for the national team!"

Ye Chen had written a magnificent poem with his own two feet.

But tonight, each of his goals was also a thunderous slap across the face of the football association.

Yet, Ye Chen didn't need to do anything.

Because at this moment, furious fans had already stormed the football association's official website…

This translation keeps the passion, intensity, and storytelling flair of the original Chinese passage while making it engaging for an English-speaking audience. Let me know if you need any adjustments!