As of now, no player has ever scored five goals in their debut match!

Moreover, no player has ever achieved five goals in a UEFA Champions League knockout stage match!

If Ye Chen manages to score one more goal, he will set a legendary record that future players can only admire from afar.

Honestly, a debut hat-trick is already challenging, but multiple players have achieved it.

A four-goal debut? Also difficult, yet not unheard of.

But five goals in a debut match?

As Cao Cao would say, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Of course, Ye Chen was eager to score a fifth goal. But, as they say, not everything goes as you wish.

All Ye Chen could do was cherish every opportunity.

This free kick was slightly closer to the goal, not suitable for his signature "Curving Moon Blade."

But what should you do when the situation isn't ideal?

Sometimes, it's not about whether the fruit is sweet—it's about seizing the moment to pick it.

It's like performing at a concert: not every time needs to satisfy everyone. As long as Ye Chen enjoyed it himself, that was enough.

Honestly, if he didn't have his unique system, he might have considered becoming a musician as his second career!

Back to the match.

"Beep!" The referee blew his whistle.

Wang Chu made the first move...

"Who's going to take the shot?" Jan Jun focused intensely on the big screen. "We see Wang Chu making the first touch!"

The tension reached its peak.

But instead of taking a direct shot, Wang Chu tapped the ball backward with the inside of his right foot.

At the same time, Ye Chen, who had been standing still, sprang into action.

Approaching the ball at a 45-degree angle, he planted his left foot firmly on the ground while swinging his right foot to strike the ball's lower-right side.

Because the ball was rolling, and this wasn't a heavy shot, he didn't need to specifically align with the valve.

What mattered now was using the momentum of his body to impart spin to the ball.

The ball soared into the air.

At this moment, the defensive wall jumped high.

"Wang Chu didn't shoot! He passed the ball to Ye Chen behind him!"

"A Curving Moon Blade!"

"It's the Curving Moon Blade!"

The ball traced a rainbow-like arc through the air, heading straight for the top corner of the goal!

In front of the goal, Cesar, fully focused, quickly reacted as the ball approached.

As Brazil's national goalkeeper, he had seen all kinds of free kicks.

After all, Brazil boasts a wealth of players with incredible technique.

Still, he couldn't help but be amazed.

A young player from China with such outstanding skill?

But this wasn't the time to be impressed. Cesar took a step to the right and leaped...

"Smack!"

This time, Cesar made the save!

He tipped the ball out for a corner kick!

"Ah..."

The crowd let out a collective sigh of disappointment.

But Jan Jun praised the effort. "A beautiful Curving Moon Blade, but Cesar isn't easy to beat. Even after being tricked by Wang Chu, he still managed to block it. That's the strength of Brazil's five-star goalkeeper!"

"Haha, Cesar's performance is fine today. It's just that Ye Chen is in exceptional form. I think this might be the best game of Ye Chen's career so far!" Zhang Lu offered his analysis.

Even though the ball didn't go in, Ye Chen's effort earned recognition.

Still, Ye Chen looked visibly disappointed.

He had overestimated his chances. Because the ball was rolling, he had to judge its trajectory before striking it while calculating speed, curvature, and angle simultaneously—a nearly impossible task!

"Brother Chen, you're doing great! Keep it up!" Wang Chu encouraged with a smile. "Do you want to take the next one, or should I?"

"You take it. Look for Hummels," Ye Chen replied, heading toward the penalty area to try his luck.

Who knows? Maybe he could pick up a loose ball.

But Inter Milan's defense remained solid.

Cesar caught the ball and quickly launched a counterattack to find Sneijder.

Sneijder advanced the ball, Milito sprinted forward, and Zarate dropped back to support.

Sneijder, clearly fatigued, passed to Zarate upon seeing him, then continued his run.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" came from behind.

Zarate attempted a long-range shot from 30 meters out, mimicking Ye Chen.

The result? The ball smashed into the back of the goal netting—outside the frame.

Sneijder and Milito froze in place.

On the sidelines, Ranieri was fuming!

"Such a good opportunity, and you wasted it like that?" Sneijder snapped at Zarate.

Zarate shrugged. "I thought it was a good chance. Besides, didn't Ye Chen take a few long shots too?"

Sneijder smirked but said nothing more.

Milito came over, patted Sneijder on the back, and gestured for him to let it go.

Still, Milito's expression said it all: How dare you compare yourself to Ye Chen? Take a good look in the mirror!

It was a rare counterattack for Inter Milan. Cesar had accurately found Sneijder, and Dortmund had only two defenders in the back.

A 3-on-2 opportunity wasted.

With the danger averted, Dortmund fans collectively exhaled in relief.

"Zarate, thank goodness for you!" They might as well have played a celebratory BGM: "Thank you for warming our hearts!"

The squandered chance extinguished the last embers of Inter Milan's fight.

Their players seemed dispirited.

Dortmund slowed the pace and controlled possession.

As time ticked down, the Dortmund fans grew increasingly jubilant.

A 5-0 lead was an unexpected delight, and they began singing You'll Never Walk Alone.

Although the song is famously associated with Liverpool, many European teams sing it at home games. Liverpool just made it iconic.

"Wang Chu, despite limited playing time, shows great composure on the field!" Jan Jun remarked in a chat with Zhang Lu.

Zhang Lu nodded. "But I hope the national team doesn't call him up too soon. Let him secure his spot at Dortmund first. Otherwise, it'll take a toll on him."

"True, but what can we do? Remember how Wang Chu's career was derailed back then?" Jan Jun sighed.

Suddenly, the game shifted dramatically.

Wang Chu noticed Perisic signaling on the left and delivered an overhead pass.

Perisic took off with the ball, while Ye Chen sprinted forward.

Most fans felt that 5-0 was enough.

Even Klopp seemed satisfied with the scoreline.

But not Perisic.

He hadn't had much playing time or opportunities to shine.

So, as others eased up, he demanded the ball.

On the right, Nagatomo Yuto responded quickly and closed him down.

But Perisic wasn't afraid of physical play. After a brief collision, he won possession.

"Bang!"

Perisic sent a cross into the box.

In the middle, a flash of yellow streaked forward!

Ye Chen, 183 cm tall, leaped high.

Between Samuel and Lucio, he seized the perfect spot.

"Thud!"

His header redirected the ball, smashing it into the underside of the crossbar and into the net!

Cesar stood rooted in disbelief.

Ye Chen turned to see the ball in the net and sprinted to the sidelines. He leaped high, spun 180 degrees in the air, and landed firmly.

"SIUUUUUUUUUUU!"

The Westfalenstadion erupted!

Fans roared in unison!

Teammates swarmed Ye Chen, celebrating wildly.

Five goals in his debut!

Ye Chen had made history!

He was now a unique figure in the annals of football!