The match was scheduled for the evening, so the team had their routine training at noon.

The team bus was waiting at the entrance, but when the Dortmund players appeared in the lobby, they were greeted by a crowd of Real Madrid fans holding banners "welcoming" them—with some "friendly" messages.

• "Klopp, take your Ye back to Dortmund and cry!"

• "Does Ye even deserve to be compared to Ronaldo? He's just a 17-year-old kid!"

• "Ronaldo is a Ballon d'Or winner, and Ye? Who is he?"

Most of these fans were die-hard Real Madrid supporters, provoked by the Spanish media to show up and protest at the hotel.

Of course, they didn't engage in any extreme actions. They simply voiced their opinions when Klopp and Ye Chen appeared, using some "colorful" language.

Ye Chen, however, remained unfazed.

He even suspected that Klopp was deliberately stirring up controversy—or rather, diverting media attention to ease the pressure on the team.

In other words, Klopp was taking the heat himself.

But Ye Chen couldn't avoid being targeted. After all, he had been Dortmund's best performer in the previous match.

This was something he had to get used to.

"A tall tree catches the wind."

"If no one envies you, you're probably mediocre."

As Ye Chen's performances improved, comparisons with star players were inevitable. And with comparisons came debates.

Just like Messi and Ronaldo—

Even though they were the two greatest players of their time, fans often focused more on arguing about who was better instead of simply appreciating their brilliance on the pitch.

And this happened everywhere, not just in Spain.

Ye Chen was indeed talented, but it depended on whom he was being compared to.

Ronaldo's fans wouldn't accept the idea of a young upstart surpassing him, so after hearing Klopp's comments, they immediately showed up to voice their anger.

In a way, Ye Chen was only being targeted because of Klopp...

But for Ye Chen, outside noise didn't matter.

As someone who refused to accept defeat, he would fight with everything he had until the final whistle.

In the first leg, Dortmund had lost 2-3 at home to Real Madrid, leaving them on the brink of elimination.

But after watching the match footage, Ye Chen saw plenty of opportunities.

In fact, he believed that if he had played bolder and more confidently, he could have scored a hat-trick!

Sure, scoring twice against Real Madrid was already an overachievement.

But Ye Chen didn't set the bar low for himself.

After returning home, he had also opened the golden treasure chest gifted by the system—

And perhaps in response to his determination, he was rewarded with an S-tier skill: Penalty Specialist!

When merged with his previous abilities, his penalty-taking skills reached a whole new level.

Now, with an SS-tier penalty specialist skill, Ye Chen was confident that if he took another penalty, he wouldn't need a rebound—he would score outright!

At 8:45 PM, the team bus arrived steadily at the Bernabéu.

Security personnel kept the fans separated from the players with metal barricades, ensuring a direct path into the stadium tunnel.

Inside, some extreme Real Madrid fans continued their verbal assaults.

• "Ch*man, go back to China!"

• "Hey, Ye! Look over here!" A young Western man squinted his eyes mockingly and pulled at the corners of his eyelids.

• "Don't even dream of scoring tonight at the Bernabéu, you Chinese nobody!"

• "Greedy Dortmund! Ye isn't worth a hundred million!"

Ye Chen didn't respond. He simply looked at the foul-mouthed fans and—without a word—raised his right hand and smacked the air with force, as if slapping away the noise.

Then, he walked straight into the tunnel.

Having lived in England for two to three years, Ye Chen knew that "China+man" was not just a term for Chinese people—it carried a derogatory and discriminatory undertone.

These insults were specifically aimed at Chinese players abroad.

Of course, every club had extreme fans. Dortmund was no exception.

True football fans came to watch and discuss the game, while extremists just looked for trouble.

Real Madrid's real supporters wouldn't waste time harassing players and coaches. If they had so much free time, why not go bother Ronaldo and Mourinho instead?

But being insulted was part of the game for Ye Chen.

He was too good to be ignored. And with Klopp fueling the fire, he naturally became the lightning rod for Dortmund.

At this point, Ye Chen and Klopp were on the same boat—

Their fates were intertwined.

It was time to fight back together!

While the players went out for their pre-match warm-ups, Klopp was in the dressing room finalizing the tactics for the match.

To win at the Bernabéu, they needed a game-changing strategy.

When Ye Chen stepped onto the pitch, he was genuinely in awe—

The atmosphere was overwhelming.

The full name of the stadium was Santiago Bernabéu Stadium. Back in 1952, it had a capacity of 120,000, but due to safety regulations and renovations, it had been reduced to 80,000 seats.

The match hadn't even started, yet at least half the seats were already filled.

Dortmund's away fans had been allocated around 6,000 tickets, but their seats were crammed into a small corner.

On the other side, the Real Madrid players were warming up, laughing and joking, looking completely relaxed.

In contrast, Dortmund's players were visibly serious.

At 9:10 PM, warm-ups were done. The players returned to the locker room.

Klopp began explaining the tactics in detail.

Dortmund had abandoned their usual 4-2-3-1 formation and opted for a 4-3-3.

• Shinji Kagawa, İlkay Gündoğan, and Sebastian Kehl formed the midfield trio.

• Ye Chen took the left-wing position, with Ivan Perišić on the right.

• Up front, Robert Lewandowski led the attack.

• The backline consisted of Marcel Schmelzer, Mats Hummels, Neven Subotić, and Łukasz Piszczek.

• Roman Weidenfeller was in goal.

Apart from Lewandowski holding up play in attack, everyone else had defensive duties.

But instead of playing passively, Dortmund planned to go all-out from the start—

To shock Real Madrid with an aggressive offensive approach!

No one expected Dortmund to dare attack at the Bernabéu.

Would it work? That was left to fate.

In the first leg, Dortmund had been too passive, allowing themselves to be dominated.

However, after deep tactical analysis, the coaching staff realized that while Real Madrid was strong, Dortmund wasn't weak either.

There was no need to play defensively.

Even if they lost, they would go down fighting.

Klopp never expected an easy win—

But he wanted Dortmund to make a statement!

"Ye, say something to the team!" Klopp suddenly called out. "That line from the press conference—explain it to everyone!"

Ye Chen stood up without hesitation.

"A strong wind will sometimes aid your journey, and you shall one day sail across the vast ocean!"

"This is a poem by the famous Chinese poet, Li Bai. It means that as long as we push forward courageously, no matter the obstacles, we will eventually reach success."

"We all know Real Madrid is stronger on paper. But is football decided on paper?"

"We've all seen how we were treated before the match. They insulted me, insulted the coach, insulted all of us. The Spanish media wrote us off as doomed."

"But I ask you—do we deserve to be humiliated?"

"Just because they are Real Madrid, does that mean they can do whatever they want?"

"There's another Chinese saying: 'Are kings and lords born noble?'"

"They weren't born as football stars! If we overturn them tonight, our names will echo across Europe!"

"So tell me—do you want to be stars?"

"YES!"

"Then prove it with your feet! LET'S GO!"

Dortmund—

All-out attack!