A super, super massive mistake.
Klopp watched Ye Chen on the field with great interest.
Based on his understanding of Ye Chen, this sudden burst of anger was too abrupt!
Something was off!
Could this be some kind of scheme?
As the saying goes, "When something unusual happens, there's always a reason behind it."
After all, no matter what, a teammate scoring a goal should be a reason to celebrate.
While Klopp was still puzzled, the game resumed.
On the field, Porter passed the ball to Fiel, and Ye Chen immediately charged forward.
Fiel returned the ball to midfielder Solega.
Solega wasn't in a hurry to pass the ball—he was waiting, waiting for the irrational Ye Chen to lunge at him.
Sure enough, Ye Chen ran straight at him.
This scene made Dortmund's teammates pause for a moment—Ye Chen was acting strangely!
Had he really lost his composure?
Still, Dortmund's players pressed forward, continuing their full-field pressing.
After an entire season of training, high pressing had become ingrained in their DNA!
But on the field, Ye Chen was already rushing toward Solega. Solega remained calm and only returned the ball to Bregler when Ye Chen was almost upon him.
He was toying with Ye Chen!
Ye Chen lunged forward again.
And Bregler, mimicking Solega, didn't hurry to pass the ball either.
Seeing Ye Chen approaching, he calmly passed it back to the goalkeeper, Hessel, even signaling for the keeper to return it.
The fans in the stadium could see it clearly—they were playing with Ye Chen!
But what about Ye Chen?
The furious Ye Chen was like a raging bull, continuing to charge toward the goalkeeper.
Hessel, seeing Ye Chen rushing in, calmly played the ball to the left to Stoll.
Stoll took possession, and Ye Chen once again rushed over.
The audience had lost count of how many times Ye Chen had sprinted back and forth, but seeing him being "bullied" like this, they couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him!
"Press up, don't leave Ye Chen pressing alone!"
"Yeah, what are you guys doing? Move faster!"
"Ye, don't rush, we still have time!"
The fans shouted loudly.
But could Ye Chen hear them?
He charged at Stoll again, but Stoll, enjoying the game, even showed off a step-over move...
Is this Europe's hottest young star?
Just a brainless bull!
And this guy is worth 30 million pounds?
What a joke!
However, Stoll got a little too cocky, and with Ye Chen's speed, his pass was rushed!
Even though the ball still evaded Ye Chen's press, it reached midfielder Schulz.
Seeing Ye Chen getting played with, Schulz grinned.
I've been chasing him around for half the match—now it's finally my turn to play him…
"Arne, watch your back!"
At that moment, Stoll suddenly shouted!
Because his pass had been a little slow, a little weak, and Schulz had been waiting for it!
Dortmund's opportunity had arrived!
Schulz, who had been grinning just moments ago, was startled. In his peripheral vision, he saw a yellow figure approaching—though he wasn't sure who, his instinct was to pass back to the goalkeeper.
After all, the goalkeeper's position was the safest!
Boom!
But in his rush, Schulz completely mishit the ball—it rolled along the ground!
At that moment, Ye Chen transformed into a ferocious beast, intercepting the ball's trajectory…
Smack!
A crisp sound rang out.
Schulz's pass was cut off by Ye Chen!
Bregler, standing nearby, didn't even have time to react before Ye Chen spun around and dashed into the box.
The entire situation changed in an instant!
Just moments ago, Dresden's players had been enjoying the show—now they were in full panic mode.
But by then, Ye Chen was already one-on-one with the goalkeeper…
Hessel had also been watching the show, only to suddenly see Ye Chen charging into the box with the ball!
His heart clenched in panic, and he instinctively rushed forward!
The situation on the pitch had shifted too quickly—he barely had time to think.
But as soon as he stepped out, he remembered the coach's warning—this guy has a deadly chip shot!
Caught in hesitation, he stopped in his tracks.
But just then, Ye Chen struck the ball…
Boom!
Hessel saw nothing but darkness before him. Instinctively, he reached out to stop the ball, but the shot was too powerful!
It felt as if he had been hit by a bullet—his body froze in place!
His mind went completely blank…
Where am I?
What am I doing?
What just happened?
Not only Hessel, but the entire stadium was stunned!
They had just seen Ye Chen being toyed with in the opponent's box, and in the blink of an eye, he had taken the ball and scored on the other end!
This was…
Dresden had played themselves into disaster!
They weren't Barcelona, but they had caught Barcelona's disease!
Trying to pass around in their own penalty area!
Hessel, body stiff, locked eyes with Ye Chen, and his heart sank.
There wasn't a single trace of anger in those dark eyes…
Calm.
Composed.
Like a cold-blooded assassin!
How could someone like this have lost his temper?
No!
He had been acting the whole time!
But it was too late—because…
Thud!
Hessel collapsed heavily onto the ground.
When he turned his head toward the goal, the ball was lying inside the net, bouncing twice on the grass before stopping!
Hessel finally understood—they had fallen into Ye Chen's trap.
His anger had been a performance, meant to lull them into a false sense of security!
And they had completely taken the bait!
That cunning Chinese player!
Half a minute earlier…
After intercepting the ball, Ye Chen surged into the penalty area.
Seeing Hessel hesitate and shift his weight awkwardly, Ye Chen wasted no time and unleashed a powerful strike!
Boom!
Ye Chen was like an assassin pulling the trigger!
And the ball was his bullet!
Hessel's body shuddered before collapsing to the ground…
Just like he had been shot!
Grinning, Ye Chen sprinted toward the corner flag, raised two fingers, spun them in the air twice, then leaped high into the air and landed gracefully…
"Siu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
The crowd erupted, chanting Ye Chen's name!
Many fans didn't even know what had happened.
Meanwhile, Götze and a few teammates ran up and embraced him!
"Ye, that was brilliant!"
"Ye, you were pretending to be mad, weren't you?"
"Hehe, of course I was," Ye Chen admitted outright.
"Oh, your acting skills are incredible!"
"Oscar owes you a trophy!"
"Ye, just one more goal!"
Amidst the chatter, Ye Chen smiled.
Scoring one goal every 40 minutes against a second-division team like Dresden… as long as you have legs, it's a done deal!
The commentators were already shouting excitedly, fueling the crowd's energy!
Fans roared Ye Chen's name in unison.
The goal had come too suddenly—within two minutes, he had scored twice, and Dortmund now led Dresden 3-0 at home!
On the live broadcast, Jan Jun was still in shock.
Meanwhile, Zhang Lu spoke up:
"That was a goal!" Zhang Lu said in disbelief. "Everyone thought Ye Chen was just blindly pressing, but somehow, his press actually paid off!"
Then Zhang Lu explained, "There's no problem with this goal—it was a back pass from a Dresden player, so there's no offside!"
"A massive mistake from Schulz!"
Finally, Jan Jun spoke, "A super, super, unbelievably huge blunder!"
"This was basically a gift from Schulz to Ye Chen!"
"Ye Chen has now scored twice—just one more goal, and he'll set a new Guinness World Record in football!"