Dortmund Crushes Bayern 3-1 to Clinch the Bundesliga Title
Son Jinho's opener had set Signal Iduna Park ablaze with the fervor of Dortmund's home fans.
"Olé, jetzt kommt Der BVB!"
The crowd's energy surged as the match pressed on.
In the 37th minute of the first half.
Bayern Munich, stung by conceding to Dortmund, pushed their line up for a counterattack.
But Dortmund's ferocious pressing crushed Bayern's assault.
Bayern's players couldn't hold onto the ball under the intense pressure.
Son Jinho snatched possession near the halfway line. Dortmund unleashed a swift short counter.
His through ball raced toward the onrushing Robert Lewandowski, but Jerome Boateng got there first, blocking it cleanly.
Bayern pounced immediately. Boateng fired a pass straight to Franck Ribéry.
Dortmund swarmed Ribéry with rapid pressure.
But this time, stripping the ball away proved no easy task.
If Barcelona had Messi and Real Madrid had Ronaldo, Bayern had Ribéry.
The Frenchman, his fierce face scarred from old battles, lived up to his billing as the Bundesliga's greatest winger—and France's finest—starting to weave his magic.
From the left flank, Ribéry with the ball exploded past Dortmund's right-back Lukasz Piszczek in a flash.
"You frog-faced fuck, hand over the ball nicely!"
"Boooooo─!"
The home crowd's savage jeers erupted, but Ribéry charged into Dortmund territory without a care.
As he tore up Dortmund's left side, Ribéry spotted Mario Gomez sprinting into the box—and Mats Hummels racing to intercept.
Faking a cross, Franck Ribéry slipped the ball through Hummels' legs and surged central.
Thwack─!
Ribéry's shot followed—a viciously curling strike whipping toward the top right corner. Thud─!
Roman Weidenfeller's brilliant save rescued Dortmund. It was a super stop that prevented the momentum from flipping to Bayern in a razor-thin moment.
Jurgen Klopp stuck out his tongue briefly at Ribéry's frustrated grimace, then bellowed at Son Jinho.
"Jinho! Your turn now! Show 'em!"
Son Jinho nodded at Klopp's call just as Mats Hummels cleared Bayern's corner kick straight to him.
"Hoo─! Hoo─! Even Munich's shaking at the sight of him! Soon the whole world will know his name! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
As Son Jinho took possession, the Dortmund fans' roar swelled.
The crowd watched the pitch, buzzing with anticipation that he'd deliver something special.
At just 17, Son Jinho was already performing at league-top level.
With 18 assists—the Bundesliga record—he was expected to shatter it in his second debut season.
His striking features and clutch heroics only amplified his star power.
"Hoo─! Hoo─! Yesterday he was a nobody, today Germany's singing his praises! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
Just like the song lyrics they'd coined for him, Son Jinho's name had spread across Germany overnight.
Even as German media flooded with articles and praise for Son Jinho nationwide, he had no desire to gild his own achievements.
If anything, he knew his hype was inflated.
After all, his true age wasn't 17.
But regardless of how he saw it, to Dortmund fans, Son Jinho embodied their pride.
He hadn't come from the youth academy—only half a year in—but still, he counted as homegrown, right?
"Borussia's little star from Korea! Shine bright and light our path—to victory!"
His humility, kindness to fans, and stellar fan service made him a role model despite his youth.
Anyway, with the ball at his feet, Son Jinho scanned forward. His eyes locked with Kevin Grosskreutz, starting for the first time in ages.
As Grosskreutz accelerated, Son Jinho's pinpoint pass arrowed into the space ahead.
Blocked by the defense, Grosskreutz laid it back.
Son Jinho slipped between Bayern defenders like there was no space at all—he'd make it.
With Bayern's backline fixated on him...
"Jino─!!"
Son Jinho heeled a back pass at the sound of Shinji Kagawa's voice behind him.
The backheel found Kagawa perfectly.
Turning, Son Jinho watched Kagawa hesitantly line up a shot.
Thwack─!
Kagawa's low, driven shot buried into the bottom left corner, ripping the net.
Son Jinho's 17th league assist.
"Fuck. Isn't that kid lying about his age?"
A Schalke fan watching on TV vented on the fan forum, fury aimed at the inept board.
Jupp Heynckes rubbed his face. Even a moment's lapse might draw a hollow laugh.
'He was already a monster before. Now he's an even bigger one.'
Wide vision, superb passing. Mid-range shooting to finish himself, ball retention under pressure, solid stamina, defensive chops—Son Jinho had all the makings of a world-class talent.
What Heynckes hadn't foreseen was how quickly those gifts would bloom.
As time passed, fluent in German and adapted to the Bundesliga, Son Jinho unleashed his talents freely, rocketing to the team's core. Dortmund's counter sparked after repelling Bayern's attack.
Son Jinho with the ball near the right flank halfway line.
The instant he locked eyes—or felt he did—with Lewandowski between Boateng and Philipp Lahm, he whipped his right foot.
The sudden early cross from Son Jinho just cleared Jerome Boateng's height, dropping perfectly for Lewandowski.
Lewandowski stretched like a sliding tackle. Tap─
The ball kissed his toe and bulged Bayern's net.
The rest of the match passed without major incident, save for Mario Gomez's late header consolation goal from a corner in stoppage time.
After the Bayern clash, the Hoo Gallery brimmed with unusually sentimental posts.