Behind the goal was the South Stand, also known as the Yellow Wall. Every fan seemed to have gone mad; some waved scarves in their hands, while others clenched their fists and pumped them through the air.
They were all roaring something, but no one knew what it was, and it did not matter.
Chen Anno dropped to his knees and spread his arms wide as his teammates rushed over and hugged him from behind.
"Well done! Annuo!!"
On the touchline, Klopp bared his teeth and clenched his jaw as he punched fiercely at the air in front of him.
He knew Chen Anno would bring him a surprise, bring Westfalenstadion a surprise, but he had never expected it to come so quickly!
The broadcast replayed the goal again and again.
"Chen Anno's sequence there was simply brilliant. From the interception to the finish, it took just five seconds. That was unbelievably fast!"
"Just for that goal alone, I'd say Klopp's decision to give him the number 10 shirt was already worth it!"
Even Duan Xuan, who had seen plenty of major occasions, could not help but marvel.
After a brief celebration, the match resumed.
Eintracht Braunschweig's head coach was furious on the sidelines. That sudden goal had thrown all his plans into disarray.
He knew perfectly well that with Eintracht Braunschweig's attacking strength, scoring at Borussia Dortmund's home ground was nearly as hard as climbing to the sky.
That was why he had deployed a bus-parking strategy for this match, hoping to grind out a single point. Up until the end of the first half, everything had been unfolding according to his script.
Although Chen Anno had scored as soon as he came on, and it was clear that the youngster possessed fine technique,
he still did not believe Chen Anno's introduction could instantly change the situation on the pitch.
He simply felt that the previous goal had been entirely the left-back Reichel's own mistake.
That was why he was furious, believing Reichel had ruined all the hard work the entire team had put in.
After his anger subsided, the Eintracht Braunschweig manager began considering how to respond, wondering if there was some way to snatch a goal on the sly.
He thought for several minutes but still came up empty.
Yet the situation on a football pitch could change in an instant. While he was still thinking about how to adjust his tactics, Borussia Dortmund attacked again.
The 53rd minute.
Dortmund's former prodigy Nuri Sahin intercepted the ball from Eintracht Braunschweig in midfield.
Chen Anno, who had been drifting down the right flank, immediately burst forward. Nuri Sahin did not hesitate either, threading a precise pass into the open space on the right.
"Ah... Borussia Dortmund are counterattacking, and it's Chen Anno again!"
Reichel felt a chill run down his back and hurriedly tracked back, but how could he possibly catch Chen Anno once he got running?
In just a few strides, he was left several yards behind!
Correia shouted to the teammate behind him and quickly moved over to cover!
But Eintracht Braunschweig seemed not to have learned their lesson from the first goal.
One-on-one, Chen Anno had never been afraid of anyone!
He caught up with the ball at full speed without slowing down. With the inside of his right foot, he nudged it left while feinting left with his body.
Correia immediately shifted his weight to the left, but in the next instant, that familiar sight appeared again!
The ball sprang back the other way!
"Another Elastico! It was with his left foot last time, and this time with his right! Correia has been beaten by the same move twice!"
Everything happened too fast. By the time Correia tried to shift his weight back, it was already too late. He could only watch helplessly as Chen Anno slipped past him on his left.
"Brilliant!"
"Chen Anno is through, into the penalty area... he has a chance to shoot!"
"Ah... he plays it into the middle, Aubameyang shoots!!"
"Whoa! The goalkeeper has saved it, and there's... Chen Anno!!"
"It's in!!!"
"Chen Anno again!!"
"He has scored twice in less than nine minutes since coming on!"
"A perfect debut!!"
"Chen Anno has stunned every one of us with his performance!!"
The stands erupted once more, the deafening cheers seeming ready to blow the roof off Westfalenstadion.
Chen Anno was overwhelmed with excitement. He could have shot directly himself, but remembering Klopp's earlier words that football was a team sport, he had passed to the better-positioned Aubameyang.
Who would have thought that guy's shot would actually be saved by the goalkeeper!
And even less expected was that the rebounded ball would come right back to him.
Naturally, Chen Anno would not turn down an opportunity like that. All he had to do was block it with his left foot.
Aubameyang caught up with Chen Anno near the corner flag and jumped right onto his back.
"Hahaha... Annuo, your luck is ridiculously good. The ball practically ran into your feet by itself."
Chen Anno held him by the backside to keep him from sliding down. "Hehe... Pierre, if you waste another chance, I won't pass to you next time."
Aubameyang was not angry at all. Instead, he laughed and rubbed Chen Anno's hair with both hands. In less than two seconds, his originally handsome hairstyle had turned into a bird's nest.
On the sidelines, Klopp watched Chen Anno's back with a gleam in his eyes, clapping continuously.
At that moment, the studio replayed the goal.
"Too fast. Chen Anno's reaction was simply too fast!"
"Aubameyang hit that shot with tremendous power. It struck the goalkeeper's foot and bounced back, but Chen Anno only had to lift his left foot to send it back in."
"That was absolutely an instinctive reaction, but it was precisely that instinctive reaction that showed just how outstanding Chen Anno's feel for the ball was!"
Back home, in the living room of a familiar old apartment complex.
The instant Chen Anno scored, Chen Xiaolong sprang straight up from the sofa. "My brother is awesome!"
The moment he shouted it, he remembered that his father was beside him. But Chen Shouqing was even more excited than he was and had not noticed what he said at all.
Chen Shouqing slammed his right fist onto the sofa armrest, his eyes red. "That's my boy!! You haven't embarrassed your father! You've brought honor to your second uncle too!"
Westfalenstadion.
The match continued.
Eintracht Braunschweig's head coach had already given up. With a sweep of his hand, he signaled for his players to push forward.
If they were going to die, they could only die standing!
If they had only been one goal behind earlier, he could still have fantasized about finding a chance to steal one.
But now they were two goals down. How were they supposed to steal anything?
He was not Sun Wukong. He could not pull off a monkey stealing peaches and steal two at once.
Klopp glanced at the away bench, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
I was just afraid you wouldn't come out and attack!
With a two-goal lead, Borussia Dortmund's mentality completely relaxed. Once the players loosened up, their football became even smoother.
The 67th minute.
Marco Reus received Schmelzer's pass on the left flank, beat the defender with a series of changes of direction, then cut inside near the right edge of the penalty area, where Eintracht Braunschweig's right-back Elabdellaoui brought him down.
Borussia Dortmund won a free kick in an excellent position.
"Annuo, come on, this one's yours!"
As Dortmund's primary set-piece taker, Marco Reus handed the ball to Chen Anno.
Seeing Chen Anno still standing there in a daze, Marco Reus smiled and patted his shoulder. "I've heard your free kicks are excellent. Let us all see for ourselves."
Now Chen Anno understood!
They did not really want to see his free kick; they wanted to create an opportunity for him!
He had already scored twice. If he could score one more, he would complete a hat-trick.
A hat-trick on his debut, and at home too—no one could refuse that temptation.
"Thank you, Marco!" Chen Anno said, moved.
His other teammates also looked at him with encouraging expressions.
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