Schalke 04's home stadium, Veltins-Arena, once broke a record, with over 50,000 people creating a powerful sound wave of 129 decibels, comparable to a jet plane flying low.
At this moment, Westfalen Stadium was no less impressive!
The noise that erupted the moment Alexander Frei scored almost stunned everyone!
Chen Tao almost fainted for a moment, then was immediately surrounded by teammates rushing from all directions.
"Hey!! Kid! Well done!!"
"You did it! You did it!!!"
"It's really you!"
Alexander Frei was ecstatic, rushing over to hug Chen Tao's head and shout, his face gradually contorting.
Other teammates also embraced wildly, squeezing Chen Tao in the middle.
To equalize a goal when completely disadvantaged, Chen Tao accounted for at least 90% of the credit!
He single-handedly wreaked havoc on Werder Bremen's defense!
Initially, some questioned if Chen Tao was just a show-off on the training ground, but he proved himself with 2 assists in the German Cup.
Later, some doubted his ability to adapt to the Bundesliga, but Chen Tao created a goal less than 5 minutes after coming on!
At this moment, Borussia Dortmund's teammates truly admired Chen Tao!
As Dortmund players celebrated in a huddle,
Mesut Özil was thunderstruck, sitting on the bench in a daze.
He usually had a sleepy, dead-fish look in his eyes, which, though large, seemed unfocused.
Now, he stared wide-eyed, his gaze fixed on that Asian teenager.
Özil couldn't fathom how Chen Tao had completed that breakthrough just now.
His teammates' defense was already tight, yet they still couldn't stop him!
Those dribbling moves were breakdowns of common dribbling techniques, every detail flexibly applied by Chen Tao, the entire process smooth and fluid, simply a work of art!
Mesut Özil, who always prided himself on being a genius, was utterly humbled.
A genius?
Compared to Chen Tao, he was just an elementary school student who had just learned to play football!
"My God..."
...
"Yes! Yes!!!"
"Goal!"
"We did it!!"
Hans Heinrich was as excited as a 300-pound man, hugging his wife Maria and giving her a big kiss.
The two hugged tightly, cheering joyfully.
Chen Tao's offensive play was heart-stopping, and then he used a brilliant assist to help a teammate score.
So powerful, yet so unselfish!
What a good kid!
The 80,000 Dortmund fans at the stadium immediately fell in love with this 15-year-old boy from China!
"Hans, I lost."
Robert, who had been stubbornly unyielding before, didn't wait for the bet to end and proactively pulled out 100 euros to give to Hans.
Hans was in a good mood and didn't bother to argue with him:
"Why don't you wait until the end of the match? Maybe we'll still lose?"
"No need, the young man's performance was outstanding enough. I'll honor the bet, I underestimated him."
"I told you guys a long time ago, he might very well be Dortmund's savior!"
AC Milan has Kaka, Manchester United has Cristiano Ronaldo, Barcelona has Messi,
And our Borussia Dortmund has Chen Tao!
Although he's on loan...
Unfortunately, Hans's 100 euros hadn't even warmed up before Aunt Maria snatched them away with quick hands.
"Hey!"
"Yours is mine."
"That's not fair! You're a miser!"
"I'll buy you beer tonight, okay?"
"That's more like it."
The couple, both over 50, were as affectionate as young lovers, making their daughter Anna almost unable to watch.
Before, she might have scoffed and rolled her eyes.
Now, Anna was completely focused on the field, gazing at the East Asian face running on the green pitch.
It wasn't left-back Lee Young-pyo, but the young midfielder, number 24, Chen Tao!
His elegant dribbling past multiple opponents into the penalty area made Anna feel the charm of football for the first time!
Whenever Chen Tao had the ball, he was like an artist on the field, freely displaying his talent.
He moved gracefully through the enemy's encirclement, twisting and turning, dancing elegantly.
Standing in the front row of the stadium, she could clearly see the players' expressions.
In contrast to the opponents' contorted, panicked, and serious faces,
Chen Tao always maintained a slight smile on his lips.
Even when surrounded by four players, he could calmly break free from the encirclement and create a deadly threat.
"He... he really seems handsome, doesn't he?"
...
"Chen! He's broken through again! Oh oh oh—"
"Hummels had a foul, a push, the referee immediately blew the whistle, awarding a free-kick in the attacking half!"
"15-year-old Chen Tao has been on the field for just 10 minutes, and he's already caused 3 yellow cards.
His activity on the right wing is creating immense pressure; Werder Bremen can't even think about attacking, everyone is retreating to their own half!"
"Who would have thought before the match that it would turn out like this!"
Captain Borowski's free-kick hit the wall, deflecting out for a corner kick.
Chen Tao, following the corner kick strategy, went into the penalty area to contest the ball.
His height of 185 cm isn't short, making him a threat in the penalty area as well.
Borowski raised his right hand, signaling a near-post tactic, and the inswinging ball was delivered to the near post!
Werder Bremen's players in the box moved to their assigned positions, marking men to block this attack.
Marking Chen Tao was veteran Frings, the experienced Werder Bremen captain, a German international, a central midfielder who had participated in two World Cups, and a starter in the World Cup runner-up and third-place squads.
He had faced superstars including Brazilians Rivaldo, Ronaldo, Ronaldinho; Argentinians Riquelme, Tevez, Crespo; England's Rooney, Lampard, Gerrard; Italy's Totti, Pirlo…
Many world-class superstars hadn't put pressure on him.
Including the football wizard Ronaldinho, despite being difficult to deal with, was still within human limits.
But facing Chen Tao, Frings's 20 years of professional experience failed him.
You couldn't use common sense to guess Chen Tao's next move, nor could you use the laws of physics to restrict Chen Tao.
For example, one second he was behind him in the penalty area, held back by his positioning.
In an instant, Chen Tao had appeared 2 meters away!
Frings was dumbfounded, 'You damn genius! You can teleport!'
That wasn't all; he watched helplessly as Chen Tao easily controlled the high ball with the outside of his foot,
And like playing shuttlecock, he lightly tapped it with his heel, dribbling past Frings.
In such a narrow space in the penalty area, he was still doing a one-two with the ball?
By the time Frings turned around, Chen Tao had already reached the goal! He had burst into the six-yard box!
An average striker would have shot by now, and goalkeeper Tim Wiese was also covering the near post to block Chen Tao's shot.
But he was simply not human; he chose to cross the ball right in front of the goal line!
Dortmund's center-back Hummels didn't even pay attention to the ball; his toe accidentally touched the ball, easily knocking it into the net!
At such close range, anyone who touched it would surely score.
When Chen Tao broke through to the six-yard box with unbelievable skill,
The outcome was already decided!
"OHHHHHHHH—Chen! That goal was art!"
"He's simply a magician on the green pitch!"
Commentator Sauer hadn't realized yet.
The descriptive term "Zauberer" (Magician) he blurted out in excitement later became one of Chen Tao's nicknames.
Magician!
"Chen's Bundesliga debut: 2 assists in 10 minutes! There's no more perfect debut than this!"
"He's the youngest assist provider in the Bundesliga; at his age, every move he makes is breaking records!"
"Borussia Dortmund equalizes 2-2! Since Chen Tao came on, the scales have completely tipped towards the home team, the Black and Yellows!"
It was clear to the naked eye,
The home team, Borussia Dortmund, was full of morale; having scored two goals to equalize, they regained their possession rhythm and gradually took control of the match.
The visiting Werder Bremen players were constantly questioning reality.
Frings and Mertesacker were even still replaying the goal conceded.
"How did this kid/he do it?"