Mane, who scored the goal, rushed straight to the Dortmund fan section on the sidelines, celebrating passionately!
"The ball... it's in, it's in, it's in!"
"What a beautiful pass from Ye Chen!"
"And of course, Mane's shot was brilliant too!"
"But why am I not happy about this..."
"Right, time is running out. If Ye Chen doesn't score soon, the Bundesliga record will be gone!"
Wang Tao voiced the thoughts of countless Chinese fans.
They were anxious!
On the field, Ye Chen wasn't in a hurry. Breaking the record was exciting, but for him, if it didn't happen this time, there was always next time.
After all, he wasn't planning to leave Dortmund anytime soon!
"Hey, why does it feel like Ye Chen isn't worried at all!" Wang Tao suddenly realized as he saw Ye Chen celebrating on the sidelines. "It's like the emperor isn't anxious, but the eunuch is... wait, that sounds a bit odd."
The big screen replayed the goal.
De Bruyne and Wang Chu had moved to create space, but Mane was in the most threatening position.
After dribbling past his opponent, Ye Chen made a subtle feint.
The opposing midfielder stepped forward to block him.
But just by spreading his legs slightly, Ye Chen nutmegged him.
Niemeyer glared at Ye Chen grimly.
Whether in professional matches or street football, getting nutmegged was a major embarrassment.
This is also why Messi often faced aggressive tackles-he probably nutmegs opponents more than any other active player!
The game resumed.
Hertha Berlin launched another attack.
Klopp gave the order-fall back and defend!
Ye Chen stayed up front.
With Ye Chen lurking at the back, Hertha Berlin didn't dare push forward recklessly.
But as time ticked away, Chinese fans were sweating nervously!
To an outsider, it might seem like Ye Chen's team was the one trailing...
Ye Chen noticed the defensive pressure at the back and considered dropping back to help. However, Klopp shouted from the sidelines.
At 86:29, Hertha's forward Rafael attempted a long shot, sending the ball into the stands behind the goal.
At 87:12, Hertha midfielder Kobiashvili slid in, stealing the ball from Kuba.
The ball quickly found its way to Ronny's feet.
Ronny sidestepped De Bruyne and took a long shot that skimmed past the post.
Weidenfeller, Dortmund's goalkeeper, began wasting time.
But suddenly, Klopp remembered something and yelled at him to hurry up.
"Get the ball to Ye! Let him lead the attack!"
Klopp had been so focused on adjusting Ye Chen to the left-wing position that he forgot about the record!
He overheard players on the bench talking and realized Ye Chen had scored in 13 consecutive matches...
If Ye Chen didn't score in this game, the record would end.
Klopp's loud shout caught the attention of Hertha Berlin's coach, Bioloni.
"Mark Ye! Don't let him score!"
They were already trailing by two goals-wasn't that enough?
Did they need a third?
Ridiculous!
Players on the field were a bit confused.
But as the clock continued to tick, Ye Chen began to feel the pressure.
He was used to scoring within the first five or six minutes, assuming he had plenty of time.
Now, Klopp's shouting meant fewer scoring opportunities for him!
Wasn't that counterproductive?
Even Wang Tao, the commentator, was speechless.
"With Klopp shouting like that, even a fool knows to mark Ye Chen! This consecutive scoring record is as good as gone!" Wang Tao complained.
"That's it, from today on, I'm Klopp's number one critic!"
"Ye Chen worked so hard for this record, and now it's slipping away-so frustrating!" Wang Tao gritted his teeth.
Having a talent like Ye Chen from China made Wang Tao genuinely hopeful for his success.
That's why he was so invested.
Wang Tao's frustration resonated with countless viewers watching the live stream.
A sense of resentment filled the air.
Among the viewers were journalists and media workers, eager to seize any potential headlines. Fingers rapidly tapped on keyboards.
"Tensions in Dortmund: Klopp Substitutes Ye Chen in the Final 8 Minutes, Jeopardizing Bundesliga Record!"
"Dortmund Wins, But Ye Chen's 13-Game Scoring Streak Ends!"
"Ye Chen Should Transfer-Klopp is Too Petty!"
"Bundesliga's 16-Game Scoring Streak Remains Unbroken as Ye Chen's Run Ends at 13!"
"Shocking! Klopp's Decision to Stop Ye Chen from Making History..."
Countless headlines were ready.
Some rushed to publish early to capture traffic.
Time was running out-only 90 seconds left, including stoppage time...
It seemed inevitable.
All eyes were on the pitch.
Ye Chen drifted along the left wing, but before he could receive the ball, three Hertha players stood ready-one in front, one beside, and one behind.
If he made a move, they would immediately close in.
Their intention was clear-no goal for Ye Chen.
At 91:49, De Bruyne received a pass from Kehl and sent a precise through ball towards Ye Chen.
The pass was perfect-Ye Chen could either run onto it or shoot immediately...
It was not just Klopp's tactic but also De Bruyne's trust in Ye Chen's abilities.
After passing, De Bruyne ran forward, ready to support.
"Bang!"
But before Ye Chen could shoot, he was tackled, and the ball went wide.
The referee blew his whistle immediately and pulled out a yellow card for Kobiashvili.
The free-kick was from an awkward angle, not ideal for a direct shot.
At 92:34, Dortmund prepared for their final attack.
"Ye, are you okay?" De Bruyne helped Ye Chen up.
Ye Chen nodded and whispered something to him.
De Bruyne looked surprised-was this really going to work?
Hertha players lined up, but to their surprise, Ye Chen stepped back towards midfield, standing with hands on his hips.
"Ye's giving up!" the commentator exclaimed, laughing. "The angle's too tight for a direct shot, and time's almost up!"
"This marks the end of Ye's incredible run!"
"Hertha Berlin takes the glory of stopping Ye!"
"Hertha Berlin!"
The fans chanted joyfully.
Losing to Dortmund didn't matter-they were a relegation-fighting team, and Dortmund led the league.
But they had one thing to celebrate-stopping Ye Chen's streak.
Just as the referee prepared to end the match, De Bruyne flicked the ball back towards midfield.
Ye Chen accelerated.
"Bang!"
From 28 meters out, Ye Chen unleashed a thunderous strike.
The crowd held their breath as the ball rocketed into the top corner.
Silence filled the stadium.
14 games, the record stood!
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The Chapter 200 is the last chapter for Volume 1.
The subsequent chapters continue in Volume 2.