Nouri stood anxiously on the touchline, watching Elia charge down the flank with the ball.
Since last season, he had been building an attacking system centered around wing play.
Both flanks had speedsters.
Arnautović served as the focal point in the middle, while Del Group, the central midfielder whose playmaking ability was not particularly outstanding, could contribute defensively and also possessed a powerful long-range shot.
They would send high balls in from the wings, allowing Arnautović to either head them himself or nod them back for Del Group, arriving from deep, to attack with a long shot.
That was his tactic!
He knew Werder Bremen's current squad had no chance of trading attacks with Borussia Dortmund.
So he had never even considered winning at Westfalenstadion.
As long as they could steal one goal.
In the second half, he would immediately commit fully to defense. If they could take one point away from here, his objective would be achieved.
But ideals were plump while reality was bony.
He had never expected a number 45 to suddenly appear on Borussia Dortmund's flank.
He had truly never seen that kind of terrifying strength and explosive shooting.
In more than twenty years of coaching, he had never imagined that someone could possess such freakish physical attributes while still in their teens.
He was certain that as long as number 45 stayed injury-free, his future achievements could even surpass Messi or Cristiano Ronaldo!
On the pitch!
Elia sprinted forward like a gale.
But even as he burst forward, Borussia Dortmund had already retreated across the board.
Su Bai was tightly on his heels.
With his speed at 85!
Although Su Bai could not quite keep up with Elia now, he still desperately clung to him.
And Elia, carrying the ball ahead, was panicking.
At that