"Reus scores!"
"The score is now 2–0!"
Borussia Dortmund had scored again. Escribá raised his right hand and threw a hard punch into the air.
"Ha ha!"
Bang!
Tang Ye collided with Haaland, then wrapped his arms around Reus, who was standing beneath the stands.
"Borussia!"
The supporters' chant leader called out. After a second's pause, the Borussia Dortmund fans in the stands roared in unison, "Dortmund!"
Bang! Bang!
Reus pounded his chest heavily with his hand, wearing an arrogant expression.
Riding the momentum from that goal, Borussia Dortmund pressed their advantage.
Hoffenheim had already been in poor form, and with Borussia Dortmund's forwards pressing them relentlessly, they were naturally in trouble.
Tang Ye kept the ball firmly under control in the middle. Unable to find a good opening, he kept feinting and weaving without passing.
Seeing Bellingham make a forward run, Tang Ye seized the chance and jabbed the ball ahead with the tip of his boot.
Bellingham was about to get the ball, but before he could stretch out his foot, a defender grabbed him from behind.
"Fuck!"
Bellingham was young, and naturally hot-tempered. After the referee blew the whistle, he turned around and immediately started shouting at the player who had fouled him. "You motherfucker!"
"...Hey, forget it, forget it!"
Thorgan and Haaland pulled Bellingham away together, while Tang Ye stood at the spot of the foul with his hands on his hips, quietly waiting.
He actually wanted to go over and help too, but the clash was not serious. Besides, Reus had already arrived—that was the main reason—so Tang Ye kept his focus on the set piece they had earned.
It was a Direct Free Kick, but whether to shoot directly was something worth considering.
Yellow Card: Bellingham.
"To be honest, Bellingham really should