While the fans watching on television were still savoring Li Luo's Crescent Moon Curler, the match had already resumed.
Two goals down, Schalke 04 abandoned their mid-block and their patient, gradual pressure, throwing everything into an all-out assault.
"The tempo's getting faster and faster."
"Malanda wins the ball and passes to Li Luo."
"One-Touch Passing from Li Luo."
"Bendtner between the lines."
Bendtner received with his back to goal, with Kirchhoff and Neustädter closing him down from the front and behind.
The pitchside microphones picked up the sounds of bodies colliding.
The ball rolled back and forth before finally falling to Boateng.
"He's been invisible for so long! Boateng finally gets a touch."
"His ability has really declined."
"He was once a young prodigy everyone had their eyes on. Unfortunately, he later spent every night tagging along with Ronaldinho, partying in nightclubs until dawn."
"He liked messing around... going to nightclubs even before he knew Ronaldinho."
"Let's hope this Ghanaian talent can get back into form."
"He's lost the ball."
The tempo kept rising.
The contest grew fiercer.
Both teams maintained their shape well.
The ball wasn't constantly flying through the air, nor was it frequently going out of play.
The geometric model within Spatial Awareness transformed into a flat overhead view again.
Li Luo no longer needed to keep thinking about how to break down Schalke 04's mid-block.
He ran back and forth tirelessly.
Covering.
Sweeping up.
Launching attacks in transition.
The 68th minute.
The roar at the Veltins Stadium swelled again.
Schalke 04 were playing fluid football.
"Uchida advances down the flank, but he can't get any farther."
"Goretzka moves into space and receives... brilliant, he's played it between the lines."
"Choupo-Moting!"
"He receives with his back to goal!"
"Malanda lowers his center of gravity and closes in