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"My god, what am I seeing?" The commentator was so excited he could barely speak, covering his head with his hands as he sat in the commentary booth. "I can't believe my eyes!"
"After running for ninety minutes, Ye Chen completed his fourth hat-trick with an incredible goal, dribbling past three defenders in the final moments!"
"This is simply... the arrival of a god!"
He screamed each word loudly!
"Guys, tell me, who scored the fifth goal?"
The fans in the stands shouted in unison, "Ye!"
"It's Ye!"
"My favorite Ye!"
"My god, Ye is the god of Westfalen!"
You couldn't describe it in words!
The 80,000+ spectators were all standing, including the away fans, in disbelief at what they were witnessing.
Kuba, the closest player to the goal, stood frozen as if cursed, wide-eyed and stunned, watching Ye Chen, who had scored, rush toward the South Stand.
What did he see?
A miracle!
This goal was a perfect combination of intelligence, skill, and flawless finishing!
He couldn't even find words to describe his inner shock!
Hearing the deafening roars around him, Kuba muttered, "Holy sh*t!"
He may not be well-spoken, but this one exclamation said it all!
In front of the substitute bench, in the coach's area.
Jurgen Klopp, with an incredulous look on his face, watched Ye Chen celebrate in the corner, pumping his fists. He covered his head with his hands but still wore a smile.
On the other side, Solbakken sat slumped on the ground, his eyes hollow.
He had done everything he could, and the players had given their all.
Look at Matuschyk, who was lying on the ground unable to get up; look at Sereno, whose legs were shaking; look at Butchetman, who had no strength to chase back and was breathing heavily like a wind machine...
You just couldn't bring yourself to blame them!
They had done their best, but Ye Chen was simply...
Yes, a god had descended!
The commentator had summed it up perfectly!
...
One minute earlier.
In China, at the Sports Channel Five broadcast studio.
The two commentators were both showing concern on their faces, as Ye Chen found himself in a tough spot on the field!
"Ye Chen has just gone through the most difficult ten minutes of this match, as Cologne's players have treated him like a panda, protecting him at all costs!" Huang Jianxiang's deep, magnetic voice echoed across the airwaves.
Zhan Jun nodded, "After all, he's a young player just stepping into professional games. When faced with two or even three players marking him, he didn't know what to do!"
"To be honest, Ye Chen is just a 17-year-old, does Cologne really need to double-team him?" Huang Jianxiang said with frustration.
Seeing Ye Chen being held back, he felt anxious!
"Well, they have every reason to!" Zhan Jun chuckled, "After all, Ye Chen has scored two goals and provided one assist today, and even the corner kick goal was created by his long-range shot that resulted in the corner. He has been involved in four goals! If I were the Cologne coach, I'd have my players focus on him too!"
"I understand the reasoning, but it's still hard to watch Ye Chen being contained, it's a bit uncomfortable," Huang Jianxiang sighed.
"He's done well, but as Ye Chen's performances continue, I'm sure more teams will start focusing on him like this!" Zhan Jun said seriously.
Of course, this also spoke to how frightening Ye Chen was now!
One player can't stop him, but when two players defend him, other players become open.
But how to retrieve the ball depends on the individual player's ability.
This is the difference between a regular star and a top-tier star!
While the two were chatting, Ye Chen retreated to receive the ball again.
"Ye Chen has dropped back to receive the ball. Although he's far from the penalty area, just by moving, he's pulling defenders out of position!" Huang Jianxiang's voice suddenly rose, "What's he doing?"
Zhan Jun widened his eyes, "A fascinating scene on the pitch, Ye Chen is using the referee to set a pick like in basketball! Ye Chen's mind is really sharp!"
"Ye Chen has used the referee to shake off Butchetman's tight marking, but his teammate Sereno has already reacted!"
"Meanwhile, Matuschyk, who's on the ground, tries to tackle... Wow, what am I seeing? Ye Chen has become the musician on the pitch, his right foot is playing the violin!"
"Oh no, Matuschyk's shoe scraped Ye Chen as he fell, but Ye Chen hasn't lost control of the ball!"
"Sereno charges forward... Brilliant... a beautiful nutmeg!"
"Only the goalkeeper Lensing remains!"
"Lensing has come out of his goal!"
"A chip shot! It's a chip shot! What am I seeing?"
"It's in! It's in! Ye Chen has done it!"
Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun both leapt out of their seats, eyes glued to the screen.
The moment the ball crossed the goal line, the two commentators jumped up, their excitement palpable!
Just a second ago, they were worrying about what Ye Chen would do.
The next moment, Ye Chen had answered with perfection!
Huang Jianxiang passionately shouted, "I believe the fans at this moment are so happy! Because our fans no longer need to envy Argentina's fans, nor Portugal's. We now have our own Messi, our own Cristiano Ronaldo. His name is Ye Chen!"
Zhan Jun also spoke, "Don't worry about the future without friends, who doesn't know Ye Chen in the Bundesliga now! Starting today, I believe no one in the Bundesliga won't know Ye Chen. And I'm certain his name will resonate throughout the football world! He will become a symbol like Yao Ming, leading a new era!"
Westfalenstadion erupted into deafening chants of "Ye Chen's Song!"
Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun sang along in unison:
"Ha la ha la, Ye Chen Ye Chen!"
"Ye Chen from China!"
"Our favorite Chinese boy, Ye Chen Ye Chen!"
"Our all-powerful Ye Chen!"
Ye Chen's song echoed across homes nationwide, with countless fans moved to tears.
Fans had waited so long for this moment.
China has never lacked passionate fans, but what they lacked was a spiritual pillar!
But now, a 17-year-old young man, wearing the yellow jersey, was charging through the Bundesliga!
With his sword, he could cut through thirty thousand miles, and with a single strike, bring a chill to all nineteen states!
...
At Dortmund's bar.
"One match, a legend is born! From today, I'm Ye Chen's die-hard fan!"
"Tears in my eyes, I must see Ye Chen play live at least once in my life!"
"How could anyone not love Ye Chen like this?"
"Argentina has Messi, Portugal has Cristiano Ronaldo, England has Rooney, Brazil has Neymar, and we have Ye Chen in China! From now on, I no longer need to envy them!"
"Zhan Jun's commentary was truly electrifying! Don't worry about the future without friends, who doesn't know Ye Chen in the Bundesliga! I can't wait to see who dares to underestimate Ye Chen now!"
"Wake up upstairs, did you forget the football association's statement?"
"Shocking! A genius striker with four hat tricks was rejected by the national team for lack of ability!"
Ye Chen had written an emotional poem with his own feet.
But every goal he scored today was a resounding slap in the face of the football association.
Of course, now Ye Chen didn't need to do anything.
Because angry fans were storming the football association's website once again...