The second half had just begun when Escribá adjusted Borussia Dortmund's back line.
Guerrero, Mats Hummels, Manuel Akanji, Piszczek—this was Borussia Dortmund's current defensive setup.
Arthur passed forward to Cristiano Ronaldo, and the Juventus striker laid a very good ball off for Morata.
"Cristiano Ronaldo's heel flicks are getting more and more outrageous!"
"Yes, Morata!"
Swish, swish!
Alternating between his left and right foot, Morata carried the ball into a more advanced position.
Waiting for Chiesa.
He had been Juventus' goalscoring hero in the first half. What could he do now?
Bang!
A through ball was slipped forward. Chiesa took it and ran toward the left byline, with a fullback tracking him from behind.
"Get close, get close!"
Piszczek was marking Chiesa one-on-one!
Near the byline, Chiesa cut back and turned before passing it back!
With Arthur's help, Chiesa successfully worked the ball over to the right.
Cristiano Ronaldo was the one receiving it now!
He cut inside!
Bang!
Cristiano Ronaldo unleashed a long-range shot, but blasted it miles over!
"Ah!!!"
Covering his face with both hands, Cristiano Ronaldo wore a twisted expression.
His side was behind, and he still had not scored. Cristiano Ronaldo was having an extremely frustrating match.
But there was little Cristiano Ronaldo could do, because Borussia Dortmund were playing a high-possession game.
It was not just Cristiano Ronaldo—Morata had very few chances to touch the ball as well.
What could Juventus do now?
"Come on, here, hey!"
Receiving Guerrero's pass from behind, Tang Ye faced Giorgio Chiellini out wide. After a small feint, he nutmegged him directly.
Ha!
Raising both hands, Tang Ye leaped up, collected the ball under Chiellini's gaze, and continued sprinting toward the attacking half.
His teammates did not dare slack off. Thorgan and Jude Bellingham were both looking for suitable positions