Ye Chen's Aesthetic of Power! Ferguson Stunned.

"Beep!"

Ye Chen passed the ball to Götze and immediately sprinted forward.

Meanwhile, Götze passed the ball back to Gündoğan.

But just as Ye Chen was making his run, Dresden's players pressed up aggressively.

It was the midfield duo from Dortmund's youth academy—Solega and Arne Schulz!

They flanked Ye Chen from both sides, while Koch blocked his path.

...

Inside the Penguin Sports live broadcast room.

Zhan Jun smiled, "The match has officially started, but we can already see that Ye Chen is being tightly marked by two midfielders just as he starts his run! It looks like breaking the record today will be quite tough for him!"

Zhang Lu nodded, "If I were a Dresden player, I wouldn't let him set a Guinness record so easily either!"

Zhan Jun's smile faded, "Last game against Cologne, they only assigned one player for man-marking, but now they've sent two… Isn't this a bit too targeted?"

"There's no other way," Zhang Lu chuckled. "He scored a hat-trick against Bundesliga teams, and now he's playing in the 2. Bundesliga. If they don't mark him closely, won't he just keep scoring like crazy?"

"That's true, but Guinness World Records don't account for difficulty levels. Since goals are the deciding factor, this record currently belongs solely to Masashi Nakayama! It's different from the Bundesliga's top scorer ranking, where at least there's a chance for ties."

...

As Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu continued their discussion, Ye Chen also noticed something was off.

Typically, a team assigns just one player for full-time man-marking; otherwise, their defensive shape gets disrupted.

Now, with two defenders shadowing him, that meant one of his teammates must be left unmarked.

But Dresden was playing a 10-1 formation today—only their striker, Porter, remained up front, while the rest of the team stayed deep in their own half.

This was an upgraded version of parking the bus!

Solega and Schulz were sticking to him like glue, while Koch anchored the midfield. Wingers Fjell and Trojan had both dropped back to support the defense.

It was like parking a massive bus in front of goal—and the two ticket inspectors inside were checking Ye Chen's pass!

No matter where he ran, they followed relentlessly.

The fans in the stadium quickly noticed what was happening and were left speechless.

Dresden was playing so shamelessly—weren't they just trying to stop Ye Chen from making history?

They knew that if Ye Chen set a Guinness World Record, Dortmund would gain worldwide recognition as well!

So, Dortmund fans spontaneously began chanting Ye Chen's name to cheer him on.

But despite five minutes of non-stop chanting, Ye Chen still hadn't found a real scoring opportunity!

At 2 minutes and 32 seconds, Ye Chen dropped deeper to receive the ball, and Solega and Schulz immediately followed. One blocked his back while the other stood ready to prevent his dribble.

Ye Chen tried to spin past Schulz gracefully, but Solega executed a perfect sliding tackle.

Of course, he went for the ball, so even though Ye Chen was taken down, the referee didn't see a foul.

After all, physical challenges are part of football.

Lying on the ground, Ye Chen realized that Dresden had clearly practiced this strategy—one player tackled aggressively while the other guarded against feints and dribbles.

Simply put, Ye Chen had no room to accelerate today.

On the sidelines, Klopp observed the situation calmly. He didn't panic but instead watched to see how Ye Chen would solve the problem.

In the stands, Löw watched with interest.

Every top player in the world encounters this level of defensive pressure, but what separates stars from ordinary players is their ability to solve problems.

Take Messi, for example—he faces double-teaming in almost every game but counters it with quick passing.

That requires top-tier vision and passing ability, not to mention capable teammates.

But different players have different approaches. When Ronaldo was at Manchester United, he would dribble past defenders alone; only after moving to La Liga did he start breaking defensive lines through teamwork.

Not far away, Ferguson also showed a keen interest in Ye Chen.

"Alex, what do you think Ye should do?" David Gill asked, curious.

Ferguson pointed at Gündoğan on the pitch. "Get teammates to support him, or use himself as bait—let his teammates score first and crush the opponents' morale!"

"But if he does that, he won't be able to get a hat-trick!"

"Compared to team glory, personal records don't matter as much," Ferguson said firmly. "If he keeps wasting chances while the team isn't leading, we'll have to reconsider signing him."

David Gill nodded, understanding Ferguson's reasoning. Football is a team sport; glorifying one player too much is wrong.

For example, when people talk about Barcelona's golden era, they don't just mention Messi—they also highlight Xavi, Iniesta, and Busquets.

Similarly, during Real Madrid's peak, besides Ronaldo, players like Benzema and the midfield trio were just as crucial.

Football has never been a one-man show.

"So, if he fails to get a hat-trick, are we still signing him?"

"Absolutely not!" Ferguson shook his head. "If he can't handle this level of pressing, he'll struggle in the Premier League!"

There was no doubt—this match was Ye Chen's final exam.

David Gill nodded. "But he seems to be in trouble right now."

"No rush, give him time," Ferguson smiled leisurely, watching the game unfold.

Geniuses are geniuses precisely because they think differently.

Ferguson didn't know what Ye Chen would do, but he had a feeling he'd come up with something.

In football, many players face intense man-marking, but what's the best way to break through?

Passing!

But Ye Chen had an even simpler, more brutal method—

Since you love marking me so much, let's see how long you can keep up!

As he ran past Gündoğan, he whispered, "İlkay, pass to the flanks more often. Their wingers aren't great at defending—we can attack through the wing-backs."

"Got it!" Gündoğan nodded. He wasn't as mature as he'd be in the future, but he had a high football IQ.

Ye Chen, the core of the attack, had used smart positioning in training to evade Lars Bender's marking. But escaping two players was much harder than one.

If one defender missed, the other wouldn't.

So, constant movement was key!

Both Götze and Großkreutz could play as forwards in Dortmund's system.

So, the fans saw Ye Chen sprinting back and forth on the left, then suddenly switching to the right.

After a few rounds, Solega and Schulz were already panting.

But they still stuck to Ye Chen like glue!

This tactic was designed specifically to neutralize him, and Dortmund's attack was stalling.

"21 minutes in, and Dortmund still hasn't found a way to break through!" Zhan Jun sighed.

Zhang Lu nodded, "Dortmund isn't using their usual 4-2-3-1 today; they're playing 4-5-1, probably experimenting with tactics! I just noticed Kagawa warming up—Klopp must have noticed the issue too."

"The real problem is, Ye Chen hasn't scored yet!" Zhan Jun was more worried about Ye Chen failing to break the record than Dortmund losing.

But just as he finished speaking, Ye Chen got the ball on the right wing!

The entire stadium held its breath…

And in the stands, Ferguson's eyes widened in shock.