Mesut Özil's premonition was not without reason.
He admitted that Werder Bremen had played a bit too relaxed after leading 3-0 at home.
Just by looking at the Borussia Dortmund players, it was clear their mentality had already collapsed, and the three points were easily within Werder Bremen's grasp.
Werder Bremen's teammates were even considering which nightclub to celebrate at after the win.
Only that Asian player, Chen Tao, never gave up.
He caused chaos on Werder Bremen's left flank and even managed to create an opportunity.
3-1 was not the end of the world,
but Borussia Dortmund's morale completely reversed!
Every player was like they were on an adrenaline rush, eyes red, fighting fiercely for the ball!
After Werder Bremen relaxed, they were a little unaccustomed to Borussia Dortmund's frantic counterattack.
Borussia Dortmund even used high-pressing, almost surrounding them in the front field!
"Borussia Dortmund's high-pressing is making it very difficult for the home team."
"Borowski... Frings, back to Baumann, then to Borowski... Frings, oh, that ball!!"
Borowski and Frings were both veterans of the Germany national team, and in a fast-paced game, they were already struggling.
Frings received the ball with his back to goal, but his first touch was slightly too heavy, and Nuri Şahin, with his quick eyes and feet, stole the ball!
"Nuri Şahin! Borussia Dortmund's counterattack in the front field!"
"He went directly to Chen Tao on the right wing! Nuri Şahin-Chen Tao connection!"
"Chen Tao—he's starting his performance again!!"
Any commentator who had broadcast Chen Tao's matches found it hard not to become his fan.
Chen Tao received the ball near the sideline, and Werder Bremen's left-back Tim Jensen and Diego simultaneously converged on him.
They expected Chen Tao to chest the ball down in front of him, with his back to goal, and then try to turn and deal with it.
One would be responsible for bumping him, the other for tackling, and they would surely win the ball.
But Chen Tao did the opposite, facing the goal directly, without even looking at the incoming ball,
he trapped the ball with his back!
This instantly stunned Werder Bremen's technical core, the Brazilian Diego.
Who was the Brazilian after all?
Only on the streets of his hometown, Rio de Janeiro, would you see someone playing like this!
Chen Tao's back-heel trap perfectly dodged Tim Jensen's charge,
and then he flicked the ball over his head with his heel, gliding past Diego, effortlessly dribbling past two players and surging forward!
The Werder Bremen fans in the front rows even wanted to applaud the opposing player,
this was truly art!
"Chen Tao! He's in, Baumann is coming out to defend! Forcing Chen Tao to the byline..."
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!! My goodness!"
Amidst Sauer's exclamation, Chen Tao, at the byline with his back to goal, faked a breakthrough to the right, then suddenly pulled the ball back with a reverse elastico, nutmegging Baumann with his heel!
He deftly rounded the byline, chased the ball, and headed straight for the goal!
Werder Bremen's Weser Stadium had completely become his exclusive stage!
Defenders had only Chen Tao in their sights, rushing at him from all directions like madmen.
Chen Tao only needed to dribble past all the opponents on the wing,
complete a cross in the penalty area,
and his teammates would have a lot to consider.
The tall striker Klimowicz, this season, was merely a tactical pivot, acting as a bridgehead in the front field.
Aside from his heading ability, his footwork and positioning were generally average.
He had only scored six goals in over 20 appearances this season.
Klimowicz would never have imagined that he only needed to stand in the penalty area like a wooden post.
The football would then fly and hit his foot, bouncing into the empty net.
"Borussia Dortmund scores again! Changing the score to 3-2!!"
"Chen Taaaaooooo—he completely dominates the match!"
...
"Damn it!! I'll explode too!"
Mesut Özil could no longer hold back; the obsession with revenge had materialized into a tangible nightmare hovering over his head.
After conceding the goal, Werder Bremen substituted captain Frings, bringing on the defensive midfielder Patrick Owomoyela to strengthen their defense, to some extent curbing Borussia Dortmund's midfield and temporarily stabilizing the situation.
After all, they were second in the League, and Werder Bremen's ability to adjust was very quick.
With two technical playmakers, Diego and Özil, operating simultaneously,
if one was restricted, the other could still organize, making Werder Bremen's offense unpredictable.
"Diego, Özil... a brilliant back-heel pass to Diego, a beautiful flick, Özil receives the ball and dribbles horizontally..."
"Wow!! That ball was incredible!"
Özil feigned looking for an angle to shoot from outside the box, then suddenly, with a deft touch of his toe, he poked the ball!
The ball passed through Hummels' defensive area and went around to the other side!
Werder Bremen's star striker Pizarro arrived just in time! He met the ball with a powerful shot!
"Claudio—Pizarro!!!"
"Today is simply a crazy goal-fest, Werder Bremen extends their lead again, 4-2!!"
"With only 10 minutes left in the match, it's probably very difficult for Borussia Dortmund to come back."
It wasn't until Pizarro scored that Mesut Özil breathed a sigh of relief.
"It should be stable now, right? Finally, revenge has been exacted."
Leading 4-2, he didn't believe the Asian player could equalize!
...
Borussia Dortmund's high-pressing and tackling just now seemed more like a final burst of energy.
Entering the 80th minute, the team's physical fitness began to decline.
After the coaching change, they hadn't specifically practiced high-pressing tactics, making it difficult to maintain high-quality defense.
Borussia Dortmund had no choice but to temporarily switch to low-block defense to stabilize the situation.
Dick Fuhren gradually understood Thomas Doll, becoming Thomas Doll.
As the head coach, the immense pressure made it almost impossible for him to think; he could only habitually look towards the substitute bench.
"Marco, you go up and attack their left flank, try to link up with Chen Tao as much as possible."
Desperate times called for desperate measures; he could only substitute the well-rounded Kuba and bring on the more impactful Reus.
Seeing Reus pass by him, Chen Tao even stepped forward and high-fived him.
"The coach said we should link up more."
"Then I'll lean towards your side more."
Dick Fuhren had no complicated tactical arrangements; everything depended on the players' on-field improvisation.
Chen Tao had played for 80 minutes, and his physical fitness was already critical.
He was almost walking on the field now, trying his best to recover his stamina.
However, 80 minutes of play had also given him a thorough understanding of Werder Bremen's defensive weaknesses; the space between the right-back and the center-back could be exploited.
With Reus coming on, Chen Tao could completely concentrate with him on the left flank for a targeted breakthrough!
In the last 10 minutes, because Chen Tao had been walking to recover his stamina,
Borussia Dortmund's offense was weak.
Werder Bremen also slowed down the tempo; a 4-2 lead was enough to play defensively and run down the clock.
Both sides remained deadlocked until injury time,
the fouls and injuries caused by intense tackling resulted in 5 minutes of added time.
Dick Fuhren had intended to substitute the exhausted Chen Tao,
but after careful consideration, he still chose to keep Chen Tao on the field.
"What if this kid saves the world again?"
...
Having passed the most difficult period, Chen Tao finally recovered his strength.
He looked up at the scoreboard, time 90:00+0:16...
"There's still a chance!"
He quietly moved towards the center, and Werder Bremen's defenders did not become alarmed.
Commentator Sauer didn't even notice Chen Tao's movement; he was still explaining the Bundesliga standings to the fans.
"If Werder Bremen wins today, they will secure their second-place position in the League, still 10 points behind Bayern Munich."
"Bayern Munich, in their 8 PM match tonight, only needs to draw with Wolfsburg to win the League title with four rounds to spare!"
For Werder Bremen, winning or not no longer mattered; at least they could ensure their entry into the Champions League group stage..."
"In contrast, Borussia Dortmund is in a more difficult situation; they had reached fourth place in the League, only three points away from a Champions League spot!"
"Now they are eight points behind Schalke 04! Unless they win this match and win all three subsequent rounds, defeating Schalke 04, Wolfsburg, and Bayern..."
"This is too difficult; Borussia Dortmund only has a theoretical possibility of qualifying for the Champions League."
"Even if they perform exceptionally, they will most likely only qualify for the Europa League... Hey? Let's look at the field! Borussia Dortmund's attack!"
Sauer hadn't even reacted, and Borussia Dortmund had already attacked the front field.
Nuri Şahin's pass penetrated the midfield, going directly to Chen Tao in front of the penalty area!
"Chen Tao is in that position!"
"Great play! A Cruyff turn to shake off Borowski, charging into the lion's den!"
Werder Bremen's defenders were almost suffering from PTSD because of Chen Tao.
Several players simultaneously rushed to his position to tackle; even if Messi came, he might not be able to get through.
But Chen Tao was bold and meticulous, pulling the ball, changing direction, using feints, and somehow holding on for three seconds amidst four players!
"Now!"
He had almost broken through to the penalty spot; the moment he lifted his foot to shoot, even the goalkeeper was fooled.
But suddenly, with a flick of his ankle, he delivered a diagonal pass!
Like a sword piercing through the chest! Straight to the heart!
"Marco Reus!!!"
All of Werder Bremen's players were aghast!
The blonde-haired youth, Reus, surged in from the left, receiving Chen Tao's pass and curling a beautiful shot into the far corner!
"That's a goal!! In the first minute of injury time, Borussia Dortmund valiantly pulled a goal back!"
"4-3!! They still have a glimmer of hope!"
An excited Reus sprinted to the corner flag to celebrate, but Chen Tao had already retrieved the ball from the net, not wasting a second!
This made Reus cut his celebration short and rush back to midfield.
The entire Borussia Dortmund team was on high alert, and everyone was ignited with hope by Chen Tao's performance.
"My goodness! My God!! Again?"
Werder Bremen was clearly stunned; they had just kicked off and were passing the ball around in midfield.
Özil was still shielding the ball with his back to goal, and just as he was about to pass back, a figure suddenly emerged from the side and poked the ball away from his feet!
"That guy!!"
It was clearly the Asian player, number 24!
Özil was practically going crazy!
He chased back desperately but could only watch as the opponent toyed with his teammates, easily breaking through a three-man trap!
"Chen Tao, he's cutting inside again, dribbling past Borowski with a one-two!"
"That pass!!"
Werder Bremen players thought Chen Tao would continue dribbling, but he delivered a surgical through ball!
A masterful pass!
The moment he passed, Chen Tao believed someone would definitely receive it in the penalty area!
As expected, Marco Reus arrived just in time, received the ball, pulled it horizontally to shake off the defender, and then unleashed a powerful shot!
"Reus—a brace!!!"
"OHHHHHH—unbelievable, they did it!! They equalized! 4-4!!"
Sauer was almost insane; he had never seen such a crazy match, except for Borussia Dortmund's 4-3 comeback against Bayern in the first half of the season.
Could they come back today too?
The match time was only 92:39, there was still enough time!
Borussia Dortmund, having miraculously equalized, was full of momentum!