Trim was in the locker room giving his team one last pep talk before the battle.

But in fact, he didn't need to say anything more.

The snow had been falling since yesterday and hadn't stopped. It was still coming down even as the game was about to begin.

It was as if it were the will of God, making every player deeply believe in it.

This further ignited their fighting spirit, making them realize how poorly they had performed yesterday, and making them even more eager for today's game—they were going to atone for their sins with today's match.

Similarly, Klopp was also motivating his players in the locker room.

"...I think Zhou Yi is right, this is just a two-legged game. Why don't you think of yesterday's game as our home game? We only won by one goal at home, which is indeed not a satisfactory result. But does that mean we should give up in the second leg?"

Everyone shook their heads: "No!"

"So, of course, today's second leg will be very difficult, but why were we able to win the Champions League last season? We've played games that were more difficult than today, and in the end, we still emerged as victors, didn't we? You have to have that confidence—we are the defending champions, we will definitely win! No difficulty can defeat us, even if…"

Speaking of this, Klopp raised his finger and pointed at the ceiling.

"Even if it's God!"

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When the players from both sides walked out onto the field, what they saw was completely different from yesterday.

Although it was afternoon, the Ali Sami Yen Stadium was filled with a large number of red flares. These red fumes almost covered the entire stands, making the whole stadium look like it was on fire.

Numerous banners were also displayed in the stands, with a devil's head tifo particularly eye-catching, accompanied by the classic text: "Welcome to Hell!"

The home team fans in the stands kept roaring and cheering, encouraging their team.

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"Whoa!" Zhou Yi, looking up, exclaimed in admiration, "Now this is more like a 'Hell Stadium'..."

Sensing the admiration in his tone, Mark, who was in front of him, turned his head and said to him, "You have time for this…"

Zhou Yi smiled at him: "It seems that the unexpected interruption of the game has given Galatasaray fans a lot of unrealistic fantasies…"

Hearing Zhou Yi say this, Mark curled his lips.

Zhou Yi was so confident, but Mark couldn't be. He was still very worried. Looking at the Galatasaray players next to him, their eyes were different, with flames burning fiercely in their pupils. It seemed that snowflakes would evaporate as soon as they approached their bodies.

"Relax, Mark," Zhou Yi comforted him.

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"Alright! With the referee's whistle, this highly anticipated makeup match begins!"

He Ping raised his voice, thankfully he was commentating in the studio in the back. If he were commentating live, his voice might be completely drowned out by the huge noise on the scene.

Although it was a makeup match, Galatasaray's fans didn't treat it like one. On the contrary, they were even more enthusiastic than yesterday.

This made the Chinese fans in front of the TV even more worried.

The right time, the right place, and the right people—Galatasaray has it all. Dortmund is probably in a precarious situation today...

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After the game started, Galatasaray, playing at home, launched a fierce offensive towards Dortmund's goal amidst the roars of the fans.

And Dortmund, in order to avoid their sharp edge, could only shrink their defense.

The Galatasaray players were also in a completely different state than yesterday, and their fierce offensive had an effect.

In the seventh minute of the game, which was the thirty-eighth minute of the entire match, Galatasaray's fierce attack earned them a free kick in the frontcourt.

Sneijder passed the ball directly to Dortmund's goal, and Drogba jumped high at the near post, flicking the ball with his head.

The ball caught Weidenfeller off guard.

When Weidenfeller saw the ball flying towards him, it was too late to do anything. He could only watch the ball fly into the goal from the near corner!

"Drogba—!! Well done!!" The Turkish commentator roared excitedly. "Galatasaray has tied the score just seven minutes into the makeup match! This Galatasaray is completely different from yesterday!"

After scoring, Drogba spread his arms and ran to the corner flag area, then performed a domineering sliding celebration, creating three clear marks on the snowy turf.

His teammates also ran towards him one after another, celebrating the goal with him.

Galatasaray had already been eliminated from this group in advance, and they didn't even get the Europa League qualification, so it can be said that they completely packed up and went home. But this game was for their own honor.

In this season's Champions League group stage, Galatasaray, the Turkish powerhouse, hadn't won a single game. The previous five games were all defeats. This game was their last chance.

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In front of the TV, Napoli's fans were also paying close attention to this makeup match.

Many bars and cafes on the streets of Naples were broadcasting the game live, and Napoli's fans were also intently staring at the TV.

In this southern Italian city, it was the first time that Napoli fans had focused so intently on a game in which the Napoli team wasn't even participating.

When Galatasaray tied the score, Napoli fans in front of the TV all jumped up and raised their arms in cheers.

It was as if Napoli had scored a goal.

If Galatasaray could force a draw with Dortmund, then even if Napoli only won against Arsenal by two goals, they would still lead Dortmund in points and qualify for the group stage.

Every Napoli fan was wholeheartedly cheering for Galatasaray.

Now, their cheers had been answered.

Some Napoli fans were even moved to tears.

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While Napoli fans were feeling happy and excited, Dortmund fans fell silent.

The thing they were most worried about had still happened.

After the game was unexpectedly interrupted, many Dortmund fans wondered if this was a bad omen?

If yesterday's game hadn't been interrupted, with Dortmund's performance at the time, fans would definitely not have worried about any accidents happening. But now, it was hard to say.

The TV broadcast was originally showing the celebrating Galatasaray players, but then suddenly switched to the Dortmund players. In the picture, Zhou Yi was clapping his hands and loudly saying something to his teammates.

TV viewers couldn't hear Zhou Yi's voice, but later, lip-reading experts should be able to decipher some information from the changes in Zhou Yi's mouth shape, but for now, everyone had to guess.

In fact, what Zhou Yi said was very simple: "This is their home game, it's normal for them to score a goal, it's no big deal! The key is that we can still score goals!"

He was afraid that this goal would dampen his teammates' morale and fighting spirit, so he spoke out to encourage everyone.

At this time, he looked very much like the team's captain, except that he wasn't wearing the captain's armband...

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In fact, since the Dortmund players had treated this game as the away game of a two-legged match, everyone had a certain psychological preparation for what difficulties they would encounter in this game.

This loss of a goal would certainly be painful, but it wasn't enough to make them depressed.

In addition, with Zhou Yi's encouragement, many Dortmund players quickly calmed down.

When the game restarted, Galatasaray, who had just scored a goal, was naturally in high spirits and launched a fierce offensive towards Dortmund's goal.

They intended to score another goal in a short time and completely plunge Dortmund into an ice cave.

But to their surprise, Dortmund, who were behind, didn't panic.

Faced with Galatasaray's attack, their defense was very strong.

What was even more exaggerated was that Dortmund still had the strength to attack! Their counterattacks were also very lively and threatening!

And Galatasaray couldn't retreat to defend just because of Dortmund's counterattacks. Now they were in high spirits, it was the best time to take down Dortmund in one go. If they didn't do it now, when would they wait?

So, despite their defense being threatened by Dortmund's counterattacks, Galatasaray continued to launch attacks towards Dortmund's goal as always.

The two teams thus started a back-and-forth attack.

Both sides had some opportunities, but none of these opportunities were very good, or fatal.

As a result, the score didn't change until the end of the first half. The two sides ended the first half with a 1:1 draw.