131: Chapter 131 The Feast of Attack at Four in the Morning (Part 3)

Leading by two goals, and three goals on aggregate, the Tottenham players were completely unleashed; every pass was full of confidence, and every breakthrough carried the determination to kill off the game.

The Borussia Dortmund players were clearly stunned by these successive blows and the deafening, wave-like cheers at White Hart Lane, and their defense began to show uncharacteristic panic.

In the 31st minute, Tottenham's offensive surged like a tide, crashing through Borussia Dortmund's levee for the third time!

It started from the left flank again! And it was because of Yu Bai again!

After winning the ball in the backfield, Dier launched a long pass to find Yu Bai on the left.

Near the sideline, Yu Bai trapped the ball with his chest, facing the double-team of Łukasz Piszczek and Henrikh Mkhitaryan.

He didn't choose to pass; instead, he nudged the ball forward slightly and then exploded into a sprint! Pure explosive power! He left Łukasz Piszczek behind by half a body length in the first step, and Henrikh Mkhitaryan's recovery run seemed sluggish in front of him.

Yu Bai sped along the sideline, and as he approached the byline, facing the covering Marcel Schmelzer, he feinted to cut inside, then flicked the ball toward the byline with the outside of his right foot, forcing an overtake!

"Yu Bai! The speed is up! Breaking through along the byline!"

Charging into the penalty area! Mats Hummels came over to cover, but Yu Bai lightly hooked the ball with his right foot, dodging Mats Hummels' challenge, and immediately followed up with a left-foot flick, slipping past Gonzalo Castro who had rushed back to defend!

Beating four players in a row! It was as if no one was there!

"My God! Yu Bai is dancing! He is waltzing in Borussia Dortmund's penalty area!" The commentator was incoherent.

However, there were too many people in Borussia Dortmund's penalty area. After Yu Bai's continuous dribbling, the angle for a shot had been completely blocked, with Sokratis Papastathopoulos and Julian Weigl already in front of him. Even as great as Yu Bai was, he couldn't find space to shoot at this moment.

In a flash, Yu Bai saw a white figure appear near the penalty spot. He didn't force a shot, but instead, just before losing his balance, he used a Marseille Turn to pass the ball through the crowd!

A Marseille Turn cutback!

The ball rolled toward the penalty spot! There, Erik Lamela had arrived! However, Borussia Dortmund's defense was very quick, and Matthias Ginter had already blocked Erik Lamela's path, sealing off his angle for a direct shot.

Erik Lamela received the ball, but Matthias Ginter held his position. He couldn't shoot directly, and even after trapping the ball, he was forced to take a half-step back by Matthias Ginter, with his Shooting space almost gone.

Just when everyone thought this brilliant individual breakthrough would end with a failed pass, Erik Lamela, with his back to the goal and almost losing his balance, had a flash of inspiration!

He planted his standing leg firmly, swung his right foot behind his standing leg, flicked his ankle, and with an incredibly cool, imaginative Rabona, pushed the ball into the bottom left corner of the goal!

"Erik Lamela... a Rabona?!" The commentator was stunned.

This shot was completely unexpected! Goalkeeper Roman Weidenfeller's pupils dilated; he had been guarding against Erik Lamela turning to shoot or Passing to the flank, and was unprepared for this stroke of genius Rabona! He could only instinctively dive to his right!

His fingertips seemed to touch the ball, but there wasn't enough power!

Under the gaze of everyone, the ball hit the inside of the right post with a "bang" and rolled into the net!

3:0!!!

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"

"Erik Lamela!!!"

"An incredible goal! An incredible Rabona!"

"A brilliant pass after Yu Bai beat several players, and a flash of genius from Erik Lamela in a desperate situation!"

"A world-class goal! This is a world-class goal worthy of being in the top ten of the season!"

"3:0! Aggregate 7:3! Is there any suspense left? Borussia Dortmund needs to score five more goals! This is an almost impossible task! Tottenham has one foot in the Europa League quarterfinals!"

White Hart Lane went completely crazy!

Erik Lamela ran wildly to celebrate, Yu Bai laughed and jumped onto his back from behind, and other teammates swarmed in.

This goal effectively killed off all suspense for the two-legged tie!

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In the second half, a desperate Borussia Dortmund pulled one back through Marco Reus via a direct Free kick, but it was too little, too late.

In the end, Tottenham Hotspur won 3:1 at home, with a 7:4 aggregate score, strongly eliminating Borussia Dortmund and proudly advancing to the Europa League quarterfinals!

Yu Bai scored one and assisted two, once again winning the Man of the Match award!

After the match, Yu Bai and Marco Reus met near the center circle. Both of their jerseys were soaked with sweat; Marco Reus's face carried frustration and fatigue, but his eyes were still clear. Yu Bai took the initiative to take off his jersey and handed it over.

Marco Reus was slightly stunned, then quickly took off his Borussia Dortmund No. 11 shirt.

The two swapped jerseys. Yu Bai patted Marco Reus on the shoulder and said in English: "Great game, Marco. You are one of the best opponents."

Marco Reus squeezed out a smile and replied in English: "You too, Director. Congratulations, and I wish you go further."

The photographer nearby keenly captured this moment—Marco Reus in the white Tottenham home jersey, and Yu Bai in the yellow and black Borussia Dortmund away jersey, standing side by side with their arms around each other.

Both had sweat on their faces; Yu Bai wore the smile of a winner, while Marco Reus showed the relief and respect of a loser.

This photo was destined to become a classic image of mutual appreciation between two talented attackers.

[Yu Bao and Waiwai (Marco Reus likes to smirk)!]

[Heroes appreciate heroes!]

[Marco Reus is so handsome, what a pity...]

[Congratulations to Tottenham! Congratulations to the Young Master! Quarterfinals!]