Lewandowski's header didn't look like a typical goal-scoring attempt—it was more like a thunderous slam dunk!

The ball was smashed into the ground with immense force, bouncing high into the net.

Inter's goalkeeper, Cesar, couldn't react in time, relying purely on instinct to make a save. But there was nothing he could do against such a powerful header.

After scoring, Lewandowski ran straight to Ye Chen, lifted him in celebration, and shouted, "Ye, that pass was perfect!"

"Hehe, not bad, right?" Ye Chen smiled. The two of them ran to the south stand again, roaring with the fans.

"Gooooooooooooooal!!"

The commentator on-site shouted at the top of his lungs.

"A perfect header from our beloved Polish striker—Lewaaaaandowski~~~~!"

"Of course, Ye's dribbling and passing were phenomenal! Poor Nagatomo, Ye made him experience the same despair as Maicon in the first half!"

"This Dortmund team is simply too strong!"

"And Lewandowski's goal has made the second leg of this matchup almost unnecessary..."

"The Bundesliga champions are sending a message to Europe's footballing giants: they are a force to be reckoned with!"

On the sidelines, Ranieri's face turned ashen.

Barring a miracle, his dismissal was almost certain.

But he wasn't willing to accept it!

He didn't lose to Dortmund; he lost to that young man.

That black-haired, black-eyed, yellow-skinned prodigy from China!

Ranieri had watched Dortmund's previous Champions League matches. Their performance would only qualify them as a mid-table Serie A team. But everything changed in the second half of the season with Ye Chen's addition—he completely transformed the team.

This kid was simply unbelievable!

What made it worse was that he had joined the German national team. If Italy faced Germany in the Euros, things would look bleak...

But that wasn't Ranieri's concern anymore.

After all, worrying about Italy when his job was on the line was like a dog trying to catch mice—none of his business.

"Cambiasso, you're up!" Ranieri called on the veteran.

Cambiasso was both a midfield maestro and a defensive powerhouse.

There was no other choice. Moving Zanetti to cover the right flank had yielded little improvement. A player with excellent defensive instincts and stamina was needed.

Cambiasso wasn't tall or exceptionally strong, but his anticipation ranked among the top three defensive midfielders of the last decade. His positional sense and quick reactions allowed him to neutralize threats before they fully materialized.

Hopefully, he could contain Ye Chen...

By the 51st minute, Inter had used all three substitutions—two of them specifically aimed at countering Ye Chen. That showed just how terrifying Ye Chen's performance had been.

Before the match, critics claimed Ye Chen's form was declining and that he wasn't worth extra attention.

But Ranieri didn't listen. He deployed a three-midfielder strategy to choke Ye Chen's play.

Who could've predicted Ye Chen would move to left wing—and dominate?

By this point, he had scored three goals and assisted one.

Four goal contributions in just 50 minutes...

In a villa far away in Spain, Mourinho couldn't hold back anymore as he watched Ye Chen on the screen. He immediately dialed Real Madrid president Florentino Pérez.

"Hey, boss, I need to discuss something with you!" Mourinho wasted no time.

"Oh, I was about to go to bed! Can't this wait until tomorrow?" Pérez sounded annoyed.

"This is crucial. If you bring this kid to Real Madrid this year, I guarantee we'll overthrow Barcelona's dynasty and create a new era for Madrid!" Mourinho said earnestly.

"Really?"

"Yes! We must sign Dortmund's Ye!"

"You mean that Chinese kid?" Pérez frowned. "His release clause is 88.88 million euros. Isn't he overpriced?"

"Trust me, he's worth every cent! Don't regret it later when Pep signs him!" Mourinho insisted.

"Pep" referred to Guardiola, Mourinho's rival. The two were like polar opposites in the coaching world.

While Guardiola had achieved unprecedented success with a sextuple, Mourinho had clinched Champions League titles with Porto and Inter, proving himself as one of the best.

Their rivalry was intense, and the idea of Guardiola signing Ye Chen only fueled Mourinho's urgency.

But Pérez wasn't convinced. He valued players who were white, attractive, and talented, reflecting the image of Madrid's elite status.

Although Ye Chen was handsome, his ethnicity...

"I'll never regret this!" Pérez declared firmly and hung up.

Mourinho sighed.

Although he had Cristiano Ronaldo and Kaká, Kaká wasn't a good fit for his tactical system.

If he could, Mourinho would trade Kaká for Ye Chen in a heartbeat.

But transfers weren't solely up to him...

Meanwhile, in another villa, Guardiola was watching the game intently, pondering the possibility of bringing Ye Chen to Barcelona.

La Liga's competition had grown fiercer with Mourinho's arrival at Madrid.

After just 24 matches, Madrid was 10 points ahead of Barcelona.

If Ye Chen joined Camp Nou, Guardiola believed he could turn things around.

But that 88.88 million euro release clause was staggering.

If only Ye Chen dreamed of playing for Barcelona...

Perhaps it was time to talk to Mendes about it.

Back on the pitch, Dortmund led Inter 4–0, forcing Inter to adjust their tactics specifically to counter Ye Chen.

Seeing Cambiasso subbed in, Klopp furrowed his brows.

Ye Chen knew what was coming, and so did Klopp.

Perišić began warming up. Klopp planned to sub Ye Chen off around the 60th minute.

But noticing Perišić warming up, Ye Chen panicked.

Don't sub me off yet! I still have my long-shot perk to use!

He needed to act fast!