Chapter 164: Chapter 164: This Shot Can't Possibly Go In

From the moment of the goal, it took just 2 minutes and 43 seconds to score the third goal—only 128 seconds for Ye Chen to complete his hat trick!

That even includes the celebration time...

Ye Chen actually spent even less time!

In the GuGu livestream, Zhan Jun shouted with excitement:

"Congratulations to Ye Chen for surpassing Gerd Müller, creating the fastest hat trick in Bundesliga history!

He did it in 128 seconds, completely eclipsing Gerd Müller's 4-minute hat trick!

However, according to records, the fastest hat trick ever took just 90 seconds. That match happened way back in 1964, and the player, Tommy Ross, was also only 18 at the time. Of course, that record is incredibly hard to break. Nowadays, players celebrate for at least half a minute after scoring, but back then, the most you'd get was a pat on the back from the captain and a simple, 'Boy, you really can shoot!'

Interestingly, when Gerd Müller set his record, the opponent was also Düsseldorf, just like today!

Perhaps destiny has its plans!

But as records show, although Gerd Müller set the fastest hat trick record in Bundesliga history, Bayern still lost that match away from home.

Now, it's the same scenario—an away game, the fastest hat trick...

Can Ye Chen lead his team to victory?" Zhan Jun's passion ignited, but suddenly his tone shifted. "At critical moments, international safety brand Jesebon reminds you—stay safe, stay calm when shooting! Jesebon, golden lasting performance, prolongs the fun!"

The burning passion of countless viewers froze instantly.

Some who were watching the game on TV while working even angrily threw their Jesebon aside!

"Damn it, Zhan Jun, can't you skip the ads for once?"

On the pitch, as Ye Chen started celebrating, a thought struck him...

He had just scored a hat trick in a little over two minutes—could he break the legendary 'Nine-Five Supreme' record?

The so-called Nine-Five Supreme means five goals in nine minutes.

It's regarded as a footballing miracle.

And the one who created this incredible record was none other than Robert Lewandowski!

Though he wasn't as dominant yet as he would be in the future, Lewandowski's skills were already on full display—

A powerful physique, precise finishing, and beautiful off-ball movement...

These were all signs of his potential to become a top scorer.

Maybe Ye Chen could be even faster?

To become the fastest man in Bundesliga history!

With that thought, Ye Chen abandoned his celebration and jogged back to the center circle.

Yes, he wanted to score again!

Of course, he didn't say it out loud.

If the opposing players and fans heard, they'd target him immediately.

Getting booed was fine—but what if someone tried to injure him?

The system had already warned him—while his 'Iron Body' ability reduced the risk of injury, it didn't make him immune. Severe fouls could still cause significant harm.

So, Ye Chen remembered one thing—stay humble off the pitch, but dominate on it!

The match resumed.

Düsseldorf's players seemed out of sorts.

But the fans on the sidelines suddenly erupted into chants, singing the team anthem to cheer for their players.

The supporters knew this was going to be a tough match.

But they wouldn't abandon their players or the club—they'd stand by them!

Encouraged by the fans, Düsseldorf pushed the ball forward.

But Dortmund's players pressed aggressively again.

Klopp had instructed—high press for the entire first half. Don't let the opponents pass comfortably.

If they could shatter Düsseldorf's confidence in the first half, the second half would be smooth sailing...

Maybe they could even start thinking about vacation plans.

After all, many tropical islands were basking in the sun right now—perfect for a getaway with their girlfriends.

3:12—Rössler dribbled down the wing.

Spotting Brock making a run, he crossed the ball forcefully.

The ball flew in, but Hummels jumped first and headed it out for a corner.

Though it wasn't a threat to the goal, the crowd applauded loudly.

At least this attack earned Düsseldorf their first corner of the match!

"Thud!"

Lambert took the corner kick.

Levelle jumped high, competing with Owomoyela!

Owomoyela, though not the fastest, was physically dominant and won the aerial duel.

The ball was cleared to the edge of the box.

Gündogan, waiting in position, took control immediately.

But Ye Chen was tightly marked by Bodzek, preventing an easy pass.

Without hesitation, Gündogan dribbled forward.

Asani rushed to intercept, but Gündogan had anticipated this. A quick shift in direction bypassed the tackle.

Up ahead, Ye Chen signaled for a pass!

Ye Chen planned to outrun Bodzek with sheer speed.

But Bodzek had already started tugging at him, determined to slow him down...

Gündogan wasted no time—he sent a through ball in front of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen sprinted hard to break free.

Suddenly, "Rip!"

The force tore Ye Chen's jersey!

He tumbled to the ground.

Bodzek raised his hands apologetically—he had no choice.

He wasn't a natural defender, and marking Ye Chen one-on-one was nearly impossible.

More than anything, Ye Chen's speed and explosiveness left him trailing far behind.

The referee blew the whistle.

Out came a yellow card for Bodzek and a free kick for Dortmund—at least 30 meters from goal!

The referee signaled Ye Chen to change his torn jersey, and Dortmund's staff quickly handed him a fresh one.

Every team prepares spare jerseys for such scenarios—or if there's blood on the shirt.

Gündogan stood over the ball, but Ye Chen hurried over after changing.

"Ilkay, let me take it!" Ye Chen whispered.

"You sure? This is at least 30 meters out—it's impossible to score from here!" Gündogan looked doubtful.

"Let me try. What if it goes in?" Ye Chen grinned.

"Alright," Gündogan nodded. "Want to switch spots?"

"No need—just get ready to celebrate with me!" Ye Chen joked.

"Fine, fine!" Gündogan joined the attackers in the box.

Ye Chen placed the ball, stepped back five paces, and took a deep breath.

Five goals in nine minutes is Nine-Five Supreme...

But what's four goals in three minutes?

Three-four split? Three wives, four mistresses?

The commentator looked stunned.

"Ye is lining up for the free kick... We know he's capable of a beautiful curler!"

But the commentator noticed something strange.

"No, this isn't the setup for a curler...

He's going for a direct shot?

Impossible! It's too far—over 30 meters out! This shot can't possibly go in!"