Ferguson Takes Action: "I Want to Bring Manchester United’s Child Back to Old Trafford"
Dortmund 3-0 Dresden, Ye Chen's initial goal at the start of the game was accomplished.
But he had a bigger goal!
That was to complete a hat trick in this match!
Conceding two goals in two minutes placed immense psychological pressure on Dresden's players.
However, on the sidelines, Ralph Lus was still shouting at his players on the field.
"Keep your heads up! The game is not over yet, and Ye hasn't made history yet!"
"Stay focused!"
To be honest, Ralph Lus really wanted to curse.
There was nothing they could do about the first goal.
Ye Chen's cut-ins were just like Robben's—completely unstoppable!
The second goal was also inevitable.
After all, the defenders' attention was entirely on Ye Chen!
Naturally, the defensive intensity on others was not high enough.
But the third goal?
What the hell was that?
You should've stopped while you had the chance, yet you chose to toy with your opponents at Signal Iduna Park?
And now, you've set fire to yourself!
Still, since the game wasn't over yet, he couldn't afford to get too angry.
After all, this match was a clear mismatch in strength. If the players' mentality collapsed, there would be no point in playing at all.
Even though he was yelling on the sidelines, the players had confused expressions!
There were still nearly 40 minutes left—could they really stop Ye Chen?
Judging from Ye Chen's movement, dribbling, and shooting, it was clear that he was in top form today!
Under such circumstances, could they really prevent him from scoring his third goal?
The players' confidence started to waver!
On the Japanese football forums, a flood of pessimistic posts had already emerged.
"It's over, we're done. Nakayama's Guinness World Record is gone!"
"This Chinese kid is just too terrifying! Why is he so unbelievably strong?"
"Is this Ye Chen really 17 years old? Is he really from China?"
"Since when did China have such a monstrous player? If he joins China's national team, wouldn't they become our biggest threat?"
"Oh my God, why do I find him so handsome?"
"Even though he's about to break Nakayama's record, I have to admit—he's incredible. I love him!"
Perhaps it was the pressure of society, but many people seemed to have a masochistic tendency!
The stronger and more dominant someone was, the more they loved them!
Meanwhile, Korean football forums had a completely different reaction.
"Could Ye Chen Oppa have Korean blood?"
"I've done some research! His mother's mother's sister's grandfather had Korean ancestry!"
"No wonder he's so strong! Ye Chen Oppa, come and acknowledge your Korean heritage!"
"I have a plan to make Korea the king of Asian football. I heard Ye Chen Oppa has already fallen out with the Chinese Football Association. How about our football association naturalizing him?"
"Ye Chen Oppa should retire here and debut as a celebrity! I'll be his biggest fan!"
"Our Son Heung-min also plays in the Bundesliga, but he seems much weaker than Ye Chen!"
"Don't compare some random player to my Ye Chen Oppa! He is Asia's strongest man—bar none!"
There are no shortcuts to success. True strength is the ultimate passkey!
Ye Chen's two goals had fully displayed his football intelligence, speed, explosiveness, and shooting skills.
Most importantly, his calmness in the penalty area made Ferguson on the stands like him even more.
This was exactly the kind of player he had been searching for as a replacement for Cristiano Ronaldo!
Since Ronaldo left Manchester United for Real Madrid, United had not collapsed. Instead, they had reached the Champions League final again.
But they lost twice in a row—both times to the same opponent, Barcelona!
The first time, 2-0!
The second time, 3-1!
Barcelona's Messi had left a deep impression on Ferguson.
But Ferguson was confident—he could develop Ye Chen into a player on Messi's level!
By then, he could lead the team back to the Champions League final and take revenge on Barcelona!
However, he hadn't considered one question—would Ye Chen actually go?
On the stands, Ferguson leaned toward David Gill and said in a deep voice, "Offer 50 million euros, activate his release clause! I want to bring Manchester United's child back to Old Trafford!"
"Are you sure? Do you really want to activate his release clause? He's only 17!" David Gill hesitated.
"If we don't act fast, once Dortmund renews his contract, it won't just be 50 million euros anymore!" Ferguson said firmly.
As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and sent a message to Mendes.
"Jorge, do you have time for a drink after the match? I want to talk to Ye about transferring to Manchester United."
"But Dortmund hasn't even accepted your £30 million bid yet, have they?"
"Doesn't matter, we're prepared to offer 50 million euros!" Ferguson replied boldly.
On the other end, Mendes saw the message and took a deep breath.
Truly worthy of being Ferguson… how domineering!
As long as the release clause was activated, Manchester United wouldn't need Dortmund's approval—they could negotiate directly with the player.
However, Ye Chen on the field knew nothing about this. He was still fighting for his third goal.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was the 60th minute.
After long periods of running, Solega and Schultz were exhausted, and Ralph Lus substituted them with Heller and Schupan.
Heller was a playmaker, while Schupan played as both a center-back and defensive midfielder.
His strategy was simple—defend the last 30 minutes.
Of course, Heller's role wasn't really to organize attacks but to act as a human leech.
For the last 30 minutes, his job was to mark Ye Chen tightly!
With two markers reduced to one, Ye Chen's pressure significantly decreased.
And he got much more of the ball!
Minute 65:24.
Ye Chen received the ball on the left wing, with Heller defending him.
Kocher was waiting nearby—if Heller got beaten, he would provide immediate cover.
Ye Chen controlled the ball, inching toward Heller, while Heller retreated cautiously, keeping his eyes locked on the ball.
He knew that by watching the ball instead of the player, he wouldn't be tricked by Ye Chen's feints!
Just like Messi's shoulder drops—if you don't look at his shoulders, you won't be deceived!
Of course, Heller wasn't a pure defensive midfielder. Facing such a sharp dribbler, his main goal was to block the path, not blindly tackle!
Glancing at the edge of the penalty area, Ye Chen suddenly accelerated!
He first executed a step-over, but Heller didn't bite.
Then, in an instant, he made an inside cut, tapping the ball slightly to the right with his foot!
With that small gap, he could have taken a shot.
But Kocher and Bregler were still in front—his shot could easily be blocked!
So he didn't shoot. Instead, he made a fake shot motion.
It was incredibly realistic, causing Heller to shift his body left, preparing to intercept.
But Ye Chen quickly dropped his foot and nudged the ball to the left with his instep!
Then, with an explosive burst of speed, he darted past Heller's left side!
Seeing Ye Chen's sudden movement, Heller tried to turn his body, but Ye Chen was simply too fast—he was already past him in a blink!
Desperate, Heller reached out and grabbed Ye Chen's jersey!
Ye Chen's shirt was stretched out of shape, and the immense force sent him crashing to the ground...
"Beep!"
The referee immediately blew the whistle and pointed to the penalty spot!
Ye Chen had won a crucial penalty!
Would he make history with this kick?