"Bravo!"
The score was 5–0.
The broadcast camera panned to the away supporters in the stands.
Some fans had already left early.
Others had expected to lose from the start, so even after conceding five goals, they chose to remain in the stands.
Naturally, their faces were dark. There was nothing to be done about that—they had been utterly demolished.
Bremen's fans no longer hoped for an equalizer, let alone a comeback. They only hoped it would not turn into a complete massacre.
A massacre would get them mocked for several seasons straight. That would not do!
"Beep!"
Borussia Dortmund made a substitution, and Tang Ye was taken off.
"Don't sub him off!"
"Xuu!!! Ferran, don't make a substitution!"
"Let him play a little longer!!!"
The Borussia Dortmund fans in the stands grew anxious.
They could not get Champions League tickets, yet in league matches they never got to watch Tang Ye finish a full game. It was fucking unbearable.
Unfortunately, Escribá had a three-match winning streak to maintain, so for the time being, he could not take the fans' feelings into account. Key players had to rest when they needed rest.
The Chinese fans watching the broadcast also began to worry at that moment, unable to help fretting over Zhang Yuning on the pitch.
Without Tang Ye there to look after him, how was Zhang Yuning supposed to play through the next several dozen minutes?
Zhang Yuning was nervous too, but what happened next seemed different from what he had expected.
Smack!
Pogba whipped in an outside-of-the-foot pass.
Zhang Yuning surged forward, raising his right leg to bring the ball under control.
But he failed, knocking the ball straight out over the end line.
"Hiss..."
Feeling a little awkward, Zhang Yuning looked apologetically at his teammate, only to see