Dortmund's players were deeply disappointed. They had given everything, pushed themselves to the absolute limit, yet still lost the match and could only watch their opponents lift the trophy. The sense of loss and frustration brought tears to many of the younger players' eyes.
Werder Bremen's players showed great sportsmanship at this moment. Even as they celebrated, they did not forget to go over and console their opponents.
Dortmund had performed exceptionally well in this match. Even as their opponents, Werder Bremen had to admit that Dortmund's fighting spirit and ability to turn the game around in adversity were intimidating.
Strictly speaking, Dortmund were certainly stronger than Werder Bremen.
They lost partly because they had not expected their opponents to use such an ambush-like tactic and had been caught off guard;
The other reason was that the team's mentality was not stable enough. After conceding in the first half, they took too long to regain their rhythm and wasted a great deal of time.
Once they fully overcame these problems, they would likely become even stronger in the new season.
"The next time we meet them, we probably won't be able to win!"
Fritz stood beside Lin Quan and spoke with a touch of emotion.
Dortmund's squad was very young, and their players were still improving.
As long as a team like this did not suffer a wave of major injuries, did not turn into a player supermarket, and did not sell its captain every year like Arsenal—
Then their competitiveness in the Bundesliga would likely last for a long time.
Whether they could continue toppling Bayern was hard to say, but other Bundesliga teams would absolutely gain no advantage when facing them.
"Hehe, I'm just afraid they'll hold a grudge and try to kill us next time we meet!"