Iker Casillas is undoubtedly the best goalkeeper in the world today. His reflexes, positioning, and handling of the ball are all at the pinnacle of goalkeeping.

But his biggest flaw? His height!

Ye Chen didn't compete with him in reflexes; he simply took advantage of his height.

At the moment Casillas rushed out, Ye Chen flicked the ball with the tip of his foot, lobbing it over the goalkeeper.

Faced with such a shot, Casillas could only watch helplessly...

Sergio Ramos, who was chasing back, stood at the penalty spot, spread his arms wide, and saluted in resignation.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

The ball bounced playfully past the goal line.

Saint Iker could only pound the ground in frustration!

Silence.

The grand Santiago Bernabéu fell into a brief moment of stillness...

Countless eyes filled with disbelief locked onto the black-haired, black-eyed, yellow-skinned young man on the pitch.

At that moment, the number 16 on his back shone brightly.

This kid is incredible!

A graceful stop-and-turn.

A brilliant feint to beat his man.

And finally, a lobbed shot full of imagination!

This is the best newcomer in the Bundesliga this year!

No, not just in the Bundesliga, but in all of Europe, even the entire world!

Even if he didn't play another game this season, the Golden Boy award was already his!

Not to mention Bundesliga's Best Player, the Golden Boot, and other accolades.

Throughout the season, Ye Chen had conquered millions of fans with his feet!

The Bernabéu crowd fell silent, watching Ye Chen in astonishment.

If his face were covered, they might have thought it was Messi playing...

The same agility!

The same creativity!

One Messi was already enough of a headache—why was there now a Ye?

"Gooooooooooooooooooooal!!!"

The commentator's roar shattered the momentary silence at the Bernabéu!

The traveling fans erupted in a frenzy, screaming at the top of their lungs...

At that moment, Ye Chen was their hero!

At 1-0, the fans felt trapped in an ice cave, hopeless.

At 1-1, a glimmer of light pierced through the darkness.

And now, at 1-2, that light had broken through the clouds, shining upon them!

The aggregate score was now 4-4!

Though they were still behind on away goals, there was hope!

Just one more goal, and they could pull off a stunning comeback!

Of course, this is human nature—greed.

At the start, they had only hoped for a good performance from Dortmund. But with two consecutive goals, Ye Chen's fans had changed their mindset.

Humans are greedy, after all.

Like a budding romance...

At the first date, one might just want a small kiss.

But after that, desires grow—wanting to hold onto something more, like a football.

And once that's achieved, they push further...

Aiming to become the deep-lying forward, surging in for a decisive strike.

Or even hosting an unforgettable concert!

That's how the fans felt now.

Seeing Ye Chen score twice, they desperately hoped for a third!

As Li Yunlong would say: "At this point, we don't know anything else—we just attack!"

Treating Real Madrid like a fortress to be breached with relentless offense!

Ye Chen, after scoring, didn't celebrate. Instead, he ran to retrieve the ball from the net and sprinted back to the center circle.

But the Bernabéu erupted into a chorus of boos once more.

Seeing this, Ye Chen gestured with his left hand, signaling for the crowd to quiet down.

Yet, this only made them boo even louder!

With this brace, Ye Chen's Champions League goal tally reached 12, placing him second in the scoring charts.

The leader? Naturally, Messi, with 14 goals!

That 14-goal mark was already a historic Champions League record!

Cristiano Ronaldo's single-season record of 17 goals wouldn't come until 2013-14... But with Ye Chen's rise, who knew if that record would still stand in the future?

Originally, Ronaldo had scored 10 goals this season, but due to his rivalry with Ye Chen, history had already changed—he now had 11!

Seeing Ye Chen score twice, Ronaldo grew anxious.

This was his home ground—how could he let someone else steal the spotlight?

With the goal, the game was momentarily halted.

On the sidelines, Mourinho substituted Granero for Kaká.

Kaká's performance tonight had been mediocre. Post-match ratings would confirm this.

He simply didn't fit into Mourinho's tactical system.

In modern football, managers generally fall into two categories.

One type adapts tactics to fit their players.

The other has a fixed playing style and buys players who suit it.

Mourinho was clearly the latter.

And with Kaká's form declining with age, he no longer suited a powerhouse like Real Madrid.

Big clubs are ruthless—when a player gets older, there's only one outcome: departure.

In September 2013, Kaká returned to AC Milan on a free transfer—going back home...

Even Ronaldo would eventually face the same fate.

The match resumed.

Having conceded, Real Madrid continued to dominate possession.

This was exactly why Mourinho brought on Granero.

As a technical midfielder, Granero could control the tempo.

But Dortmund didn't want Madrid to dictate play, so they pressed aggressively.

This left their defense exposed.

78:21.

Ramos carried the ball past the halfway line—no one stepped up to stop him.

Kehl had no choice but to leave Granero and close him down.

But Ramos, the "attacking defender," easily dribbled past him with a quick acceleration.

Drawing Gündoğan's attention, he then passed the ball to Xabi Alonso.

Alonso took possession and immediately sent a long pass toward Ronaldo.

Ronaldo shielded Subotić, nodding the ball to Benzema inside the box.

Benzema struck it powerfully!

The shot deflected off Hummels' foot and went out for a corner.

On the sidelines, Klopp knew he couldn't wait any longer.

He made a substitution—Van Dijk replaced Kehl.

With Sven Bender absent, Dortmund had no true defensive midfielder left.

So Van Dijk slotted into center-back while Hummels moved up into midfield!

It was a defensive adjustment, but defense alone wouldn't secure qualification.

Despite the aggregate score being level, Madrid had three away goals.

Dortmund needed one more goal to advance...

81:06.

On the right wing, Di María burst forward and barely managed to whip in a cross.

He was exhausted—his stamina had always been an issue!

But Mourinho hadn't subbed him out, so he had to keep pushing!

The ball deflected off Schmelzer and went out for a corner.

Di María stepped up to take it.

As Ramos and Varane moved up from the back, Di María leaned on the advertising board, trying to catch his breath.

81:39.

The referee blew his whistle.

Di María quickly adjusted his breathing and stance, raising three fingers.

"Boom!"

The ball, spinning fiercely, soared into Dortmund's penalty area...

Amidst the crowd, a white figure leaped into the air!

Yes!

Like a rocket taking off!

He towered half a head above Van Dijk, and in mid-air, Ronaldo twisted his core and powered his header!

"Boom!"

The ball changed direction and hurtled toward the goal...

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

The Madrid fans held their breath, some clutching their fingers tightly.

The Dortmund supporters were on the verge of tears...

All they could do now was pray—please, don't let it go in!