The assists from Zhou Yi excited Duan Xin and Tao Wei for a long time, and they were still talking about Zhou Yi non-stop in the subsequent broadcast.

But whether it was Zhou Jianliang in front of the TV or Fang Shuai in front of the computer, everyone loved listening to them praising Zhou Yi in different ways.

And Zhou Yi's performance really deserved any praise.

As a young player who was only eighteen years old, this was his first start at the Westfalenstadion, and he delivered a wonderful pass to help his teammate score after only four minutes.

How could anyone ask for a better performance from him?

There was nothing better!

"...I hope the Football Association can see Zhou Yi's performance in Germany. To be honest, after the crackdown, the atmosphere in Chinese football has become much fresher. But the talent gap is still very obvious. There is no fresh blood being injected into the national team. Why not consider young people like Zhou Yi?" Duan Xin said.

"That's right! My son should be in the national team!" Zhou Jianliang echoed excitedly.

"The Chinese team's image is so bad, you still want our son to go in? Aren't you afraid of being scolded?" Li Cuiyun asked. Even someone who doesn't understand football knows what the current image of the Chinese national team is like, which shows how rotten Chinese football really is.

"No matter how bad the image is, it's still the representative team of our country!" Zhou Jianliang was very firm on this issue and not at all afraid of his wife. "He's a Chinese player, and he has to get into the Chinese team in the end! This is a matter of principle! Besides, who says he'll be scolded when he gets in? Those who get scolded are the ones who don't play well. Our son plays very well, so why would he get scolded? I'm still counting on him to lead the team into the World Cup finals!"

"You're thinking too far..."

"Not far, not far at all. 2010 is out of the question, but I can still think about 2014 five years later." Zhou Jianliang shook his head, seemingly already looking forward to that time. "If our son can really get the Chinese team into the World Cup, I'll take you to Brazil to watch the games! And travel!"

"You're dreaming!"

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After Dortmund took a one-goal lead, the game quickly continued.

Dortmund, having scored, were in high spirits and completely suppressed Nuremberg on the field.

And Nuremberg, trailing, had no way to deal with this situation.

They had thought about marking Zhou Yi.

But when they came to mark Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi would pass the ball to someone else's feet and just be a transit station himself. Dortmund didn't just have Zhou Yi, and the abilities of the others weren't bad either.

Besides, even if Zhou Yi was just a transit station, he could still pass the ball very well and comfortably.

These simple passes were no problem for Zhou Yi, who had been working hard in the system to practice passing since he got his golden finger.

If Nuremberg pressed Zhou Yi too hard, Zhou Yi would retreat, and the other party would have to pull out with him, so the gaps in their defense would be even bigger. Even if Zhou Yi couldn't pass the ball directly, the other Dortmund players weren't blind or stupid and would naturally find Nuremberg's gaps.

But if Nuremberg didn't follow up, Zhou Yi could easily control the ball and pass it without any defense.

This made the Nuremberg players very uncomfortable.

But if it was just uncomfortable, that would be fine. What they feared was... fatal!

In the twelfth minute, Zhou Yi took the ball in midfield, and Nuremberg midfielder Kluge came up to press him.

So Zhou Yi turned around and passed it back, while also running back himself.

Kluge chased after him.

Although Zhou Yi ran back, he didn't ask for the ball. He made a subtle gesture to Subotić, the center-back with the ball, telling him to pass the ball to Sven Bender, the defensive midfielder on the other side.

After Subotić passed the ball over, Zhou Yi turned around and went forward again.

Kluge hesitated for a moment and ran towards Sven Bender, who had the ball.

But Sven Bender passed the ball back to Zhou Yi when the other party pounced on him.

Zhou Yi was now in an unmarked state.

Another Nuremberg midfielder, Jajalo, came up to defend Zhou Yi. Zhou Yi passed the ball again to another defensive midfielder, Kehl, who had already come up.

After passing the ball, he didn't run forward, but moved laterally, pulling to the wing.

And Kuba went to the center, the two of them switching positions.

Seeing Zhou Yi go to the wing, Jajalo didn't follow, but chose to defend Kuba in the center.

In this way, Zhou Yi, who ran to the wing, was once again in an unmarked state, and Kehl passed the ball to Zhou Yi.

When Zhou Yi took the ball on the wing, Barrios, who was originally in the center, also pulled to the wing to meet Zhou Yi.

After Zhou Yi received the ball, he didn't pass it to anyone this time, but decisively chose to dribble forward!

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"Zhou Yi is dribbling!" Marcel Reif shouted.

"Go, Zhou Yi! Go!" the "Old Dads" in the South Stand shouted in unison, cheering for Zhou Yi.

"Zhou Yi is dribbling!" Duan Xin's voice was full of anticipation. The Chinese fans in front of the TV and computer were also looking forward to it, hoping that Zhou Yi would dribble past several people and make a beautiful solo effort!

But what disappointed them was that after dribbling for a distance, Zhou Yi passed the ball when he encountered the first Nuremberg player. He passed it to Barrios, who had pulled to the wing to meet him.

He still hadn't completed his first dribble in the Bundesliga...

"Oh, Zhou Yi passed the ball!" Duan Xin shouted regretfully.

"What are you thinking? Passing the ball is the right choice. What if it's intercepted?" Zhou Jianliang couldn't help but complain after hearing Duan Xin shout like that.

After passing the ball, Zhou Yi began to move towards the center.

And after receiving the ball, Barrios planned to dribble from the wing and break into the penalty area, but after making a breakthrough move, he found that Nuremberg's full-back, Wolf, was still blocking him.

At the same time, other Nuremberg players were also pouncing on him. If he played around for a while, he would be surrounded.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Yi out of the corner of his eye.

So he decisively passed the ball to the "Wizard".

After passing the ball, Barrios ran horizontally without the ball and entered the penalty area.

Now, no one was blocking him anymore.

When Zhou Yi received the ball, Großkreutz, who was originally wandering outside the penalty area, also decisively cut inside, apparently intending to have Zhou Yi assist him again.

His sudden cut inside attracted the attention of the Nuremberg defenders, and Zhou Yi did turn towards his direction, making a move to pass the ball.

This made the Nuremberg defenders even more nervous.

But when Zhou Yi's right foot landed, it wasn't an over-the-top chip pass, but a through ball!

And it wasn't passed to Großkreutz on the far side.

The ball followed the grass, passed through the Nuremberg center-back Nordtveit's side, and then... fell at Barrios's feet!

At this time, the full-back Diekmeier, who was originally defending Barrios on the wing, had not yet returned to his position. He was lagging behind, so when Barrios received the ball behind Nordtveit, the Paraguayan striker was not offside!

"Good!"

Marcel Reif in the commentary box couldn't help but shout.

In his shout, Barrios adjusted the ball under his feet, then used his body to hold off the rushing full-back Diekmeier, and shot from the corner of the small penalty area!

Nuremberg goalkeeper Stephan dived over in a hurry, his fingertips brushed the ball, but he couldn't change the direction of Barrios's powerful shot. The ball finally flew into the upper corner of the near post!

In the thirteenth minute, Dortmund took a 2-0 lead!

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"Beautiful! Barrios! His sixth league goal of the season! Dortmund are leading by two goals after only thirteen minutes! They've gone crazy! Of course, the driving force behind this madness is Dortmund's number twenty-three - Zhou Yi!" Marcel Reif said. "His performance is even crazier! After contributing a goal and an assist as a substitute in the last game, he started this game and completed two assists in just thirteen minutes!"

"Before this, Dortmund had only scored more than two goals in three games. And in this game, they completed two goals in just thirteen minutes! This is all because of Zhou Yi!" Duan Xin said. "Zhou Yi's starting debut is simply perfect!"

After he finished shouting excitedly, Tao Wei analyzed from the side: "Zhou Yi, who replaced Sahin, fully demonstrated his tactical value in this game. I don't think Klopp needs to miss Sahin at all during this period. Zhou Yi participated in the whole process of this goal and was always in the core position. He passed the ball to his teammates, and the teammates kept passing the ball back to him. He ran from the central midfield back to the front of the defense line, then to the wing, and then back to the center. His running route is also the trajectory of the ball. In the end, he sent a fatal pass, and Barrios succeeded in beating the offside trap... In this goal, we can clearly see how Zhou Yi mobilized the whole team and the opponent's defense... Zhou Yi's thinking is very clear, and his running is not blind running. Every step he runs and every pass he makes has a clear purpose! He is really playing football with his brain, this kid is quite something!"

"Of course he's something! Take a look at who his father is!" Zhou Jianliang in front of the TV was very proud.

Seeing her husband's childish behavior, Li Cuiyun laughed: "Well, our son's always growing personality does have a bit of your father's shadow."

Yang Muge stood in front of the TV. He didn't know when he had stopped sitting on the sofa. He only knew that he was very excited now. The fluorescent light from the TV screen shone on his face, as if his whole face was glowing.

Listening to the cheers of Dortmund's home stadium, Westfalenstadion, after Zhou Yi assisted Barrios, and watching Zhou Yi waiting for Barrios to run towards him.

Yang Muge was very envious.

This kind of atmosphere, this kind of stage, was why he came to Europe in the first place!

This is the center of football, the dream place of every football boy!

One day, he will stand here, running in the bright sunshine...