Ferguson: "We must bring him to Manchester United."

A Deafening Silence in the 80,000-Seat Stadium!

Everyone watched the soaring football, their breathing becoming rapid.

In front of the goal, Hessel, standing at 186 cm tall with a wingspan of 2 meters, moved quickly, his body stretching out fully as he dived.

His hand was reaching ever closer to the ball...

But in the next second, a "swish" sound rang in his ears!

Ye Chen had curled the ball with an inside curve, causing it to spin inward significantly.

Even though Hessel had a large coverage area and had moved in advance, this shot was simply unstoppable!

Not just him—even if Neuer were here, Ye Chen believed it would still go in!

The moment the ball hit the net, the stadium erupted!

"Gooooooooooooal!!!"

The commentator roared at the top of his lungs!

"An unbelievable world-class goal!"

"Ye!"

"It's Ye again!"

"That's five consecutive games with a goal! When the team's attack was struggling, he was the one who stood up!"

"Say it loud! Who scored the goal?!"

"Ye!! Chen!!"

"Ye!! Chen!!"

"Ye!! Chen!!"

The crowd chanted in unison.

"One more time!"

"Ye Chen!!!"

"Ye Chen!!!"

"Ye Chen!!!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Ye Chen!!!"

"Ye Chen!!!"

All 80,000 spectators, led by the commentator, shouted Ye Chen's name together!

Even the roof of Signal Iduna Park seemed like it was about to be lifted off!

In the stands, Löw stood up and applauded Ye Chen!

A thought popped into his mind—if he were a player for Germany, he would be the German Little Flying Dutchman!

Ferguson, though more restrained, had a left hand that trembled slightly and a breath that grew heavier—signs of his inner turmoil!

"Alex, that was a magnificent goal!"

"I know!" Ferguson gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"I owe an apology for my previous judgment—he is a true killer on the pitch!"

Staring at Ye Chen celebrating below, Ferguson clenched his jaw and declared, "We must bring him to Manchester United! Remember—no matter what, it has to happen!"

Honestly, if David Gill weren't his long-time partner, he might have punched him already!

At the sidelines, Ye Chen rushed toward the south stand, grabbed the emblem on his chest, and kissed it fiercely!

"Ye, stay with us!"

"Ye, we love you!"

"Ye, don't leave us!"

Nearby fans screamed their hearts out, and some female fans even burst into tears.

Though Ye Chen hadn't played for Dortmund long, the bond between him and the fans had grown deep.

Perhaps they had long been conquered by his series of unbelievable goals!

Among the crowd, Lina was already in tears.

"Chen, you are my Superman!"

Inside the Tencent Live Broadcast Room

Just moments ago, commentator Jian Jun was lamenting how Dresden had parked the bus in front of the goal.

"Ye Chen has the ball again. This time, he doesn't stop—he charges directly at Solega! Is he going to take him on?"

"No! He doesn't go wide—he cuts inside!"

"Oh no! It's Schultz! Schultz goes in with a brutal sliding tackle!"

"Ye Chen dodged it! He dodged it! My god, is this really the speed of a Chinese player? Too fast!"

"Not good—Koch is coming in from the center, and so is Bregle!"

"This is outrageous—four players defending Ye Chen? Is that really necessary?"

"Koch slides in!"

"Wait! Ye Chen pulls the ball back just in time to evade the tackle!"

"His reaction speed is insane!"

Boom!

As a muffled sound echoed from the screen, Jian Jun shouted excitedly, "He shoots!"

The broadcast froze for two seconds…

"It's in! It's in! It's in!!!" Jian Jun screamed at the top of his lungs!

"A world-class goal! Ye Chen has just shattered Dresden's defense with an absolute screamer!"

"The score is 1-0! Right now, Ye Chen is like Li Xunhuan from Little Li Flying Dagger—if he doesn't strike, he stays silent, but when he does, it's a sure kill!"

"Ye Chen! He has done it!"

Beside him, Zhang Lu couldn't stop chuckling, as happy as a child!

"That was absolutely beautiful! Absolutely incredible!"

"From dribbling to shooting, it was seamless! Not a single wasted motion!"

"I can say with full confidence—he is the greatest striker China has ever produced!"

"Don't even compare him to domestic players—he is simply the best!"

Zhang Lu rarely spoke this much in one go.

But that only showed how excited he was!

At this moment, he had waited too long... so long that he had forgotten the last time a Chinese player had executed such a perfect cut inside and shot!

Jian Jun's voice rose and fell dramatically as he exclaimed, "Each generation has its own rising stars! Ye Chen is that star! Watching him play—no matter how late at night—is absolutely worth it!"

Then, he smoothly inserted an ad, "Of course, at times like these, international protection brand J.S. reminds you—stay safe, shoot with confidence! J.S. Gold Endurance, lasting delay, extended pleasure!"

Chinese fans, overjoyed, flooded the live chat.

"66666!"

"Speaking of endurance, the Chinese national team really is the best—they can last 90 minutes without scoring!"

"Can we not bring up painful topics when we're happy?"

"Apologize immediately! The national team is not even worth being called a thing!"

"Jian Jun might be great, but the real master here is the comment section—insulting without using a single curse word!"

"What are you saying? Are you sure we were even insulting people?"

"I was so shocked I immediately grabbed my sea cucumber…"

"…"

After the goal, the fans were in an ecstatic mood!

Most importantly, it only took 20 minutes to break the deadlock, making things easier for Dortmund from here on.

The atmosphere became much less tense.

But Ye Chen, after celebrating, wore a serious expression.

He had used his "Guaranteed Goal" card—what about the next two goals?

That last goal had happened in a flash, and Ye Chen had used every skill he had.

First, he executed Robben's signature inside cut. Then, he curled it into the net with his weaker foot.

Honestly, he was just looking to find his rhythm—but the moment he struck the ball, he knew it was going in!

However, the real challenge lay ahead…

As the game resumed, Ye Chen pressed high again to apply pressure.

Meanwhile, Dortmund's players kept up their aggressive pressing, ramping up the tempo.

But on the sidelines, Ralph Ruhs was shouting, "What are you doing? Stick to him!"

Solega and Schultz snapped back to reality and resumed double-teaming him.

Before the match, the coach had told them—conceding one goal was inevitable, given Ye Chen's ability!

But under no circumstances could they allow a second! Because if he scored two, could the third be far behind?

Today, their goal was not to win—but to stop Ye Chen from breaking the record!

After all, nobody wanted to be remembered as the background of a historic moment…