Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Klopp's Madness

Today, Ye Chen had been seeking opportunities for long-range shots but only managed two attempts.

Though he scored twice, his "Long-Range Must-Score Card" had yet to activate.

The first goal was a rebound shot inside the box.

The second was a quick stab shot after breaking into the penalty area!

Now, he was eager to activate his special card.

After all, Klopp had already made two adjustments. If Ye Chen didn't use his long-range card soon, what if he got substituted?

Perišić stepped up to take the corner, while Hummels, Santana, Lewandowski, and Kehl all moved into the opponent's penalty area.

Ye Chen, being slender, was never a threat in aerial duels.

Initially, someone would mark him, but after several corners, Ye Chen consistently lingered on the outskirts.

This time, he took it even further—before the corner was taken, he stood near Schmelzer and Piszczek, almost at the same position.

The two full-backs were there to prevent counterattacks.

Whistle!

In the box, Hummels and others began their runs, and Lewandowski made his move toward the near post!

At the same time, Ye Chen jogged toward the top of the penalty arc.

Perišić hesitated but took a deep breath and struck the ball with the instep of his foot!

Boom!

...

GuGu Sports Live Broadcast.

Zhan Jun sounded tense. "Time is running out, and Dortmund must seize every opportunity!"

"Yes, especially from set-pieces. Dortmund has tall players like Hummels, Lewandowski, and Santana—corners could be decisive!"

"We see Perišić, who just came on, taking this left-sided corner!"

Perišić approached the ball and struck it.

"Huh, he didn't send it into the box. Instead, he aimed for the top of the penalty arc with the instep..."

Somehow, Ye Chen appeared exactly where the ball was landing.

To be honest, Perišić's pass wasn't great—slightly too far to the right.

But Ye Chen had anticipated it, planting his left foot firmly as the ball descended. His right leg swung back slightly and unleashed a powerful volley!

This time, he opted for a direct shot with the instep!

As a professional player, he knew different shot techniques suited different distances.

For volleys like this, leaning forward was crucial; otherwise, the ball could easily sail over the bar.

Ye Chen's entire movement, from run-up to strike, flowed seamlessly.

The ball flew straight toward the far post with little spin!

Amidst the chaos, the ball found the only clear path to goal!

Neuer, focused, locked onto the ball, but the crowd partially obstructed his view. By the time he reacted, it was too late!

Even world-class goalkeepers could only watch in despair as the ball hit the back of the net...

"What a strike!"

"Perišić didn't cross it into the box—he found Ye Chen at the arc!"

"A stunning first-time volley!"

"Ye Chen, from outside the box, pierced through Neuer's defenses with a world-class strike, completing his hat-trick and leveling the score for Dortmund!"

Zhan Jun couldn't contain his excitement.

Then, it dawned on him. "Unbelievable—this marks Ye Chen's seventh consecutive hat-trick, breaking his own Guinness World Record once again..."

"He was born for hat-tricks!"

Beside him, Zhang Lu shook his head, stunned, finally sighing.

"Zhang, why the sigh?" Zhan Jun asked, noticing.

Zhang chuckled. "I'm just amazed. In the past, we'd see incredible goals in top leagues, but they were always scored by players from other countries. I never thought I'd witness a player from China scoring such a goal in a major derby like this. It's unbelievable!"

"If only this could happen in the World Cup—it'd be worth everything!" Zhan Jun added wistfully.

But he knew that wasn't possible.

After all, Ye Chen had already quit the Chinese Football Association...

...

In Japan, two commentators were speechless.

They glanced at each other awkwardly, unable to let the silence drag on.

"Let's be honest, that was a beautiful goal," Kawaguchi Toshi mumbled.

"Yeah, yeah!" Yoshikawa Haruyo nodded quickly.

"So, Haruyo, tell us what made it beautiful?" Kawaguchi winked at him.

"It was the setup! Perišić's pass was brilliant—without it, there wouldn't have been such a goal! The shot? Just routine stuff," Yoshikawa declared firmly.

Desperate to downplay Ye Chen's impact, they spun the narrative.

Little did they know, Japanese forums were already roasting them.

"These two commentators are idiots!"

"If you don't understand football, don't commentate—you're embarrassing the sport!"

"Why are they so biased towards Bayern? Don't forget, Dortmund has Kagawa and Ye Chen!"

"Ye Chen may be Chinese, but he's also Asian—we should be proud!"

"I strongly suggest our government sends beautiful Japanese women to charm Ye Chen and bring his genes to Japan!"

"Agreed!"

...

Oblivious to all this, Ye Chen sprinted to the corner flag, jumping onto Perišić's back.

Perišić caught him. "Ye, that shot was insane!"

"I told you—you pass, I score!"

Perišić grinned like a delighted child.

Teammates gathered to celebrate, but on the sidelines, Heynckes fumed with rage.

Meanwhile, Klopp prepared another substitution.

Barrios stood at the touchline.

A striker substitution?

Ye Chen's face tensed—was he about to be taken off again?

But I still have energy!

Just as worry filled his mind, the fourth official raised the substitution board.

Number 9 out, 18 in...

Lewandowski blinked but clapped slowly, walking off to waste precious seconds.

Dortmund was satisfied with coming back from 3-1 to 3-3.

But Lewandowski didn't understand—why not bring on a defensive player?

Then again, how could Lewandowski grasp Klopp's mindset?

Remember Klopp's words:

"We've won here before. Why not again?"

Ye Chen thought the same.

Beating Bayern...

Just the thought was thrilling.