"Real Madrid's quick counterattack."
"Ramos sent a through ball to Yang Yang. Yang Yang turned and shot from distance!"
"Neuer dove sideways..."
"It's in!!!!!"
"Yang Yang! Yang Yang has scored!!!!!"
Neuer rolled across the grass and dropped to his knees beside Bayern Munich's goal, furiously pounding the turf in front of him. He looked utterly frustrated and dejected.
When he dove sideways, he had already been wary of Yang Yang's long-range shots, knowing they could suddenly dip. But he had never expected that he still wouldn't be able to stop it. It was a devastating blow to his confidence.
After scoring, Yang Yang immediately sprinted toward the sideline, raising both hands along the way. Finally, he leaped high in the corner and punched the night sky. As soon as he landed, his teammates swarmed around him.
At that moment, not a single Bayern Munich fan at the Allianz Arena cheered for him. Instead, deafening boos filled the air.
He had been absolutely right before the match. Before kickoff, Bayern Munich's fans had been willing to acknowledge him, but once the match began, all he would receive was boos, because this was Bayern Munich's home ground.
His teammates rushed over one after another, all celebrating his goal.
Just two minutes into the second half, Yang Yang had equalized for Real Madrid.
Could things have gone any more smoothly?
Sometimes, even Real Madrid's players wondered whether Yang Yang had become a god.
At halftime, they had just decided to launch an aggressive assault and fight back at the start of the second half. Yet the second half had barely begun before they scored.
It was simply unbelievable!
The change had come far too quickly and suddenly, hadn't it?
But on closer inspection, that quick counterattack seemed to confirm what Yang Yang