[Holy shit, a penalty!]
[Where's the streamer? Streamer!]
[Awesome, it still has to be my King Tang. He almost got past two players.]
[Messi!]
[Enough with Messi, you're still stuck five years ago. The Jurassic era ended long ago!]
Bang!
Wang Chao dropped onto his gaming chair, and the first thing he saw was the "penalty" indicator in the upper-left corner of the screen.
"Holy shit, a penalty while I was in the bathroom, brothers!"
"Awesome, awesome!"
"King Tang!"
Inside the box, Lukas Klostermann handed the ball to Tang Ye.
He knew that Tang Ye was Borussia Dortmund's first-choice penalty taker. Every professional player and fan knew that.
Tang Ye spun the ball twice in his hands, then walked toward Erling Haaland.
"King Tang is giving it up!"
"Honestly, I think it's fine to let him take it. With the Champions League final coming up, letting Haaland score a hat-trick could help him find his form."
"Haaland missed two penalties before. Can he convert this one?"
Time had passed quickly, but Wang Chao still remembered Haaland missing two penalties in a row at the start of the season.
To be honest, if not for those two misses, Borussia Dortmund's first-choice penalty taker would probably still have been Haaland. Tang Ye was not the kind of player who liked competing with his teammates for things.
On paper, there really was no clear difference in strength between Borussia Dortmund and Chelsea. At a time like this, the players' form was especially important.
"Come on."
Tang Ye gave Haaland's neck muscles a firm squeeze, hoping to fire his teammate up that way.
Clap, clap!
After clapping his hands, Haaland took the ball Tang Ye handed him and walked toward the penalty spot.
"Tweet, tweet, tweet!!"
"Haaland! Haaland!"
"Haaland!"
The fans were all excited,