"Beep beep beep beep!!!!"
Because Manchester City had completed their comeback, the smoke that should have risen over Westfalenstadion never did.
After a few minutes of rest, the match would enter extra time. The players of both sides gathered in front of their respective benches.
"Borussia!"
"Dortmund!"
"Dortmund!"
Bang, bang, bang!
"Tang Ye!"
When Tang Ye arrived beneath the main stand, the Borussia Dortmund fans suddenly erupted.
"Lead us on one more charge!"
"TY, take us to the Champions League final!"
"..."
The fans were shouting so loudly because they had realized that things were heading in a bad direction.
Manchester City had shown greater strength than Borussia Dortmund in the second half!
Something was about to go wrong!
Tang Ye said nothing and merely glanced toward the stands.
If they could drag the match into penalties, Tang Ye was honestly quite confident, because Dortmund had plenty of good penalty takers.
But!
He had doubts about whether they could even hold on until a penalty shootout.
"Come on, hurry up!"
Marco Reus called out as the Dortmund players gathered in front of Mati.
"Are you still okay?"
The first thing Mati did was check Tang Ye's fitness.
After Tang Ye gave him an affirmative answer, Dortmund's physio team rushed over and signaled for Tang Ye to sit on the grass.
The players stood around them while Tang Ye sat before Mati. Two physios continuously rubbed essential oil into his calves and thighs.
"The key for the final thirty minutes is to drag this match into a penalty shootout."
"I know some of you may not like defending, but you have to understand one thing: there is nothing shameful about defending!"
Mati shouted, "Losing the match is what's shameful!"
"We've come this far. We cannot lose now!"
The players said nothing,