[Invincible, brothers.]
[They really can win...]
[Awesome. Every Champions League match Dortmund have played this season has been hell difficulty, but they just keep winning. You really can't criticize that.]
[Getting cocky again? Isn't there still a second leg? Do you really think Guardiola is as clueless as Erik ten Hag?]
[Dortmund's management really needs to kneel before Tang Ye. Fuck, he's practically carrying the whole team.]
"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"
The match was over.
The final score in the first leg was 1–2. Dortmund had taken victory away from Etihad Stadium.
"Xuuu!!!"
"Beep beep beep!!!!"
The stands erupted with boos and fake whistles as Manchester City fans vented their displeasure at Dortmund.
"Hmm... We can see that even without Haaland, Dortmund's attack still displayed outstanding attacking ability."
"Mm. Honestly, I feel Guardiola was a little too presumptuous in this match. He thought simple short passes would prevent Dortmund from playing out from the back, but the result clearly proved that wrong."
"..."
Thump-thump, thump-thump!
His heart pounded rapidly without pause as Tang Ye crouched down on the grass.
"Tom!"
Marco Reus ran over and went straight into a knee slide.
Bang!
Whoosh!!!
Reus was clearly an old hand at knee slides, with impeccable control over the distance.
He stopped right in front of Tang Ye, spread his arms, and pulled Tang Ye directly into his embrace.
Tang Ye was drenched in sweat from head to toe, steam practically rising off him, but Reus did not care about any of that.
Because they had won!
They had beaten Premier League leaders Manchester City at the Etihad Stadium!
"Just win!"
Tang Ye threw both hands into the air, then leaned backward and flopped straight onto the grass.
"Tom!!!"
Reus and Brandt jumped in fright, but fortunately Tang Ye had only fallen because he