Utter Madness, Dortmund's Terrifying Firepower

In the stands, surrounded by a sea of yellow-jerseyed Dortmund fans, sat a young man in a suit.

If Lin Quan were here, he would have recognized him at once—it was George Evans, the scout from Chelsea he had met by the training ground.

He had chosen to watch this match in person not only to evaluate De Bruyne's performance at Werder Bremen, to see if he met the club's expectations and could be recalled to the first team.

There was another purpose, just as Lin Quan had guessed: to scout Dortmund's main striker, Lewandowski, for Chelsea, assessing his form and ability.

The Pole had been outstanding for Dortmund last season, making 34 league appearances, scoring 22 goals, and adding 8 assists.

Though his goal tally ranked only third in the Bundesliga, none of those 22 goals were penalties—making them exceptionally valuable.

If he could replicate that form this season and prove he wasn't a one-season wonder, he would cement his place among the world's top strikers.

According to transfer market valuations, Lewandowski was worth around 30 million euros—not too steep. If Chelsea made a move, they could likely secure him.

But based on his first-half performance so far, nothing about Lewandowski had caught his eye.

Instead, it was the kid who had kicked that free kick into his head whose on-field display was truly impressive.

After watching Lin Quan's performance, George couldn't help adding a new section to his scouting report, detailing every brilliant moment from the match.

He knew that a player of this age wasn't the kind of immediate, ready-made talent Chelsea urgently needed.

But seeing the immense, undeniable potential in that player, he felt it would be a dereliction of duty not to recommend him to the club.

On the pitch, Dortmund's players remained stuck in that hesitant state—wanting to attack but fearing they'd lose the ball—for over ten minutes.

It wasn't until the 20th minute, as the first half neared its end, that they finally snapped out of it.

What was losing, anyway?

If they didn't attack, they'd definitely lose; attacking might still turn things around.

Besides, the opposition didn't seem as energetic as they had at the start. Their sharp attacks had faded.

That gave Dortmund's players a bit of relief. They set aside their worries and resumed their full-court pressing tactics.

As it turned out, when Dortmund fully committed to Klopp's tactics, their offensive firepower was among the best in European football.

In the 22nd minute, Reus—Dortmund's high-priced summer signing from Borussia Mönchengladbach—stepped up.

He received a pass, shook off a defender, and blasted a shot from inside the box, beating Werder Bremen's goalkeeper.

It was a beautiful strike, leaving the keeper helpless.

The score became 2-1, with Dortmund still trailing by one.

The moment the goal went in, the atmosphere at Westfalenstadion exploded.

Eighty thousand fans unleashed a roar that nearly tore the roof off the stadium, releasing over twenty minutes of pent-up passion.

On the South Stand, the thirty thousand fans who had been singing the club anthem since kickoff—never stopping even when the team was behind—raised their voices even louder.

Countless fans pounded their chests, raised their scarves high, and roared out the club anthem, "You'll Never Walk Alone."

As they sang, a massive banner slowly unfurled.

It was a giant yellow flag emblazoned with the BVB crest.

Seeing that flag, the already fired-up Dortmund players felt as if they had been injected with boundless energy, their fighting spirit surging to its peak.

"What an intimidating home atmosphere!" Füllkrug said, shrinking back a little in fear.

Lin Quan nodded slightly, deeply shaken inside.

Only now did he truly understand the power of this fortress of a stadium.

It was a feeling you could never grasp from a TV broadcast.

He glanced at his teammates. The first half wasn't even over, and many were already panting.

Especially those who hadn't rested well last night—their stamina hadn't fully recovered, and the first half's high-tempo exchanges had drained them further.

Add to that the oppressive atmosphere of the home crowd, and their energy was running low.

This couldn't go on.

Lin Quan looked toward the sideline. Coach Schaaf stood expressionless, showing no sign of making adjustments.

The match continued. Dortmund's players, having scored, were now fully in their stride.

They seemed to have endless energy, relentlessly executing their high-press tactics.

Werder Bremen, on the other hand, was gradually struggling to keep up.

Less than two minutes after the last goal, Dortmund won the ball high up the pitch. Lewandowski and Reus played a one-two, and Lewandowski received the ball in the box, used his strength to fend off a defender, and slotted it home.

Dortmund struck again.

The score was leveled within two minutes.

And it didn't stop there. Dortmund's rampage wasn't over.

Just a minute later, Lewandowski got on the end of a Reus pass, won a header in the box, and powered the ball past Werder Bremen's goalkeeper.

The score became 3-2, and Dortmund scored three goals in three minutes to reverse the match!

Dortmund was completely on fire!

Now it was Werder Bremen's players who were stunned.

Looking at the stadium, already as lively as an erupting volcano, and at the Dortmund players with madness and ferocity written all over their faces.

They were all dejected—in just three minutes, the team that had held a huge advantage not only gave it away but also fell into extreme adversity.

Dortmund's attacking power sent chills down their spines!

They began to doubt: Could they really defeat such a terrifying team?

Fortunately, there wasn't much time left in the first half. After Dortmund finished celebrating, less than three minutes remained.

If not for the short time, Werder Bremen, already shaken to their core by the onslaught, would likely have conceded more goals!

During the halftime break, Coach Schaaf looked at his dispirited players and couldn't help but sigh.

He clapped his hands to get their attention and said:

"You played excellently in the first half, perfectly executing the tactics we set before the match. Although the final score wasn't ideal and we couldn't hold onto our huge advantage, that's not your fault—the responsibility is mine!"

In the final minutes of the first half, some players were clearly running out of steam.

To make matters worse, he had set up tactics to attack Dortmund aggressively in the first half.

This caused the players, who were already lacking in stamina, to expend even more energy during the game, drastically shortening how long they could keep up.

He bore undeniable responsibility for the team's collapse in the final stretch.

And Schaaf didn't shy away from it; he admitted his mistake in front of the players.

"Coach, we..."

Captain Fritz opened his mouth as if to say something, but Schaaf raised a hand to stop him.

"Clemens, no need to say more. Time is short, so listen to me!"

He pulled out a tactical board and drew the strategy they would execute in the second half.

"Dortmund isn't invincible—our two goals in the first half are proof!"

"So, in the second half, we'll play like this. I'll substitute a few players who've exhausted too much energy and bring in fresh legs.

But these players aren't going in to attack—they're going in to defend.

We'll use extreme defense to smother their offense. The team can't afford to concede any more goals!

When the match reaches the final five minutes, you'll pick up the pace and hit them like we did at the start of the first half.

We don't need many goals—just one will be enough to drag them into a penalty shootout!

And once we're in the penalty shootout, we'll leave the outcome to God!"