Please Dont Go
Why Can Robben Rely on One Signature Move to Dominate?
His speed, dribbling, and shooting are all world-class!
And Ye Chen's speed is also world-class!
While his dribbling and shooting might not score above 90, an 85 in the Bundesliga is still an excellent level!
Don't forget, these opponents in front of him are merely second-division players.
After several successful breakthroughs, Ye Chen's confidence soared. He decided to replicate "Robben's cut inside" once again.
However, while Robben favored the right side, Ye Chen chose the left!
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Ye Chen dribbled forward, facing Heller once again.
Beside him, Koch and Schupan, the defensive midfield duo, were watching him like hawks, while center-backs Bregle and Stoll stood ready in the penalty box!
They had already set up their formation, waiting for Ye Chen to fall into their trap.
In their minds, they could already envision some cruel scenes…
On the sidelines, Leitner had adjusted his jersey, ready to be subbed in at any moment.
The fourth official had also prepared the substitution board.
The red number was 16!
As soon as the ball went out of play, the substitution would be completed.
Ye Chen knew this was his last chance to attack.
Damn it!
Ye Chen let out a roar in his heart, his eyes filled with unshakable determination.
In the next second, his casual dribbling posture shifted dramatically.
His body leaned forward slightly, glutes tensed, toes lightly tapping the ground as he closed in on Heller inch by inch.
Heller braced himself like he was facing a formidable enemy, every muscle in his body tightening.
"Hah!"
Ye Chen suddenly accelerated, using sheer speed to blow past Heller.
Just outside the penalty box, he didn't charge straight in but instead moved horizontally along the edge of the box.
His body tilted slightly, and his pace surged.
Heller reacted a split second too late. By the time he started moving, Ye Chen had already pulled away by two strides.
Ye Chen's speed was absolutely terrifying…
The crowd in the stadium watched in disbelief, eyes wide with shock.
Of course, it was all about perspective.
Compared to the Bundesliga's top speedsters, Ye Chen's pace might not be that exceptional.
But Heller was a playmaker, not a defender—asking him to stop Ye Chen was an impossible task…
In the blink of an eye, Ye Chen had effortlessly bypassed Heller and was sprinting along the edge of the penalty box.
Koch stepped out from inside the box to intercept him.
However, Koch didn't recklessly attempt a tackle—he already had a yellow card, and with the penalty box so close, he knew any rash move could lead to a penalty.
Instead, he tried to push Ye Chen away from the box.
At the same time, Schupan launched a sliding tackle, blocking off Ye Chen's rightward route.
But in reality, Ye Chen had no intention of driving into the box. He was only looking for an angle to shoot.
Seeing Schupan's slide tackle, Ye Chen instinctively avoided it.
Just as Schupan lunged in, Ye Chen flicked the ball half a meter backward with the outside of his foot, then cut diagonally to retrieve it.
Anyone familiar with Robben's cut-ins would know—Robben didn't always aim to break into the box. Instead, he sought an opening outside the penalty area and, once he had the right angle, fired a shot.
And his accuracy from that zone was lethal.
Ye Chen, just like Robben, did not force his way into the box.
He tapped the ball forward slightly, dodging the vicious tackle while creating space between himself and the two defenders.
At that moment, the other center-back, Stoll, rushed out to block.
If they didn't stop Ye Chen now, he would unleash an uncontested shot…
But just as Stoll lunged forward, Ye Chen had already set up his shooting stance.
"Boom!"
The opportunity was fleeting.
Before Koch and Stoll could close in, Ye Chen wrapped his foot around the ball using the area between his toes and instep, planted his supporting leg firmly, and unleashed a powerful strike!
The ball curved beautifully in the air, sailing over Stoll's desperate block.
Koch could only stop in his tracks, watching helplessly…
Earlier, Schupan's slide tackle had slightly obstructed him. By the time Koch tried to charge forward again, he was already too slow to keep up with Ye Chen.
The speed gap was overwhelming—but he had done everything he could.
There was no way to stop this shot.
Just like Robben's cut-in—even when you know it's coming, you still can't stop it!
A sense of helplessness filled the defenders' hearts.
Their only hope now was on their goalkeeper, Hersel.
Hersel focused intently.
The moment Ye Chen struck the ball, Hersel sprang like a panther, diving toward the right post.
The ball drew closer and closer.
But suddenly, Hersel's pupils contracted sharply—
Why, despite giving it his all, was the ball getting farther from his fingertips?
"Whoosh!"
The ball sailed just past Hersel's outstretched hand and slammed into the net!
A perfect curve shot!
"Boom!"
Like a lit fuse, the goal ignited the passion of Dortmund's fans!
Signal Iduna Park erupted.
Ye Chen stood still, raising his hand high.
This time, he didn't slide in celebration—instead, he simply stood there, soaking in the deafening cheers.
After that explosive sprint, his stamina was completely depleted.
He had no energy left to slide.
But at this moment, words weren't necessary.
The roaring fans said it all…
Ye Chen's cut-in had arrived!
Meanwhile, back in China, the livestream on Penguin Sports was going wild!
Commentator Zhan Jun shouted passionately:
"It's in again!"
"The Flying Dagger of Ye—deadly as ever!"
"China's 17-year-old star Ye Chen has just scored his fifth goal at Signal Iduna Park with a stunning curve shot!"
"With this goal, he ties Manfred Burgsmüller's 1985 record of five goals in a single match!"
"Not only that, but Ye Chen has now achieved five consecutive hat-tricks in five games, setting a new Guinness World Record!"
"He has surpassed Masashi Nakayama's legendary record and become the new world record holder!"
The fourth official lifted the substitution board.
Dortmund manager Jürgen Klopp signaled the substitution—Leitner in, Ye Chen out.
82,000 fans stood up and applauded Ye Chen.
He deserved every bit of praise.
As he walked off the pitch, Klopp grinned, showing his trademark big white teeth.
"Ye, well done!"
Then, in a teasing tone, he added—
"I was right, huh? You really are the fastest man in the Bundesliga!"
Ye Chen winced slightly…
Boss, I hate you.
I swear—I'm not "Fast Man"…
If you don't believe me… ask Lina.
At that moment, in the stands, Lina looked down proudly, as if telling the world—
"Look, that's my man!"
—
As the final whistle blew, the match ended in a 6-0 demolition.
Ye Chen lifted his Guinness World Record certificate high, as Dortmund's South Stand raised another gigantic tifo.
But amidst the celebrations, countless fans raised their own handmade signs—
"Ye, please don't go!"
And soon, the entire stadium began chanting in unison—
"Please don't go!"
"Please don't go!"
"Please don't go!"