@BundesligaEN
DORTMUND DOES IT! 🟡⚫
BVB stun Hertha 5-4 in a thriller to claim the Bundesliga title, ending Bayern's reign.
For the first time since 2012, Bayern Munich's dominance is OVER!
Signal Iduna Park is pure chaos—80,000 fans, flares, and tears. This is football history! 🏆 #BVB
@DFB_Team
Herzlichen Glückwunsch @BVB!
After 11 long years, the Meisterschale returns to Signal Iduna Park! German football at its finest! 🇩🇪🏆
@FCBayern
Respect to @BVB for an incredible season. You earned this one. We'll be back hungrier than ever. 🏆 #MiaSanMia👏
@LukaZoric
ECHTE LIEBE! 🖤💛 This is for the Yellow Wall, my family, and every fan who never stopped dreaming. We're champions, and we're not done yet! 🏆 #BVB #Dortmund
@JennaOrtega
THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND! 😭😭😭😭 @LukaZoric I'M SO PROUD OF YOU! Currently sobbing in my trailer! BUNDESLIGA CHAMPIONS! You did it! 🏆💛
@ErlingHaaland
CHAMPIONS! 11 years of waiting are over! @BVB What a team! What a season! Dortmund is BLACK AND YELLOW! 🏆💛🖤
@JudeBellingham
Can't stop crying. Can't stop smiling. Can't believe we actually did it. BUNDESLIGA CHAMPIONS! @BVB family forever! 🏆
@ColePalmer
Manchester lad, Dortmund king! 🏆 This feeling's unreal—Signal Iduna Park's electric. @BVB, we did it! 🟡⚫
@marcoreus_11
For every Dortmund heart that kept believing. This is OUR moment. 🖤💛 Captain's proud. Meisterschale
@EmmanuelMacron
Félicitations @BVB! Historic achievement breaking Bayern's dominance. Luka Zorić continues to show why he's the future of football! 🇫🇷⚽
@Bundeskanzler
Congratulations @BVB! A tremendous achievement for German football. Competition makes our league stronger! 🇩🇪⚽ - Chancellor Scholz
@TomHolland2013
Mate, @LukaZoric, you're a bloody legend!
@chancetherapper
DORTMUND! DORTMUND! Been following this story since PSG! @LukaZoric is SPECIAL! Bundesliga Champions! Praise God! ⚽🙏
@StephenCurry30
Well done @LukaZoric
@KingJames
Young king @LukaZoric leading @BVB to glory! Chasing greatness, always!
@drake
Congrats to the kid @LukaZoric 🙏
@ToniKroos
Congratulations @BVB on a fantastic season. Competition makes the Bundesliga stronger. Well played! 👏
@esmuellert_
11 years... it had to end sometime. Well done @BVB, you earned it. See you next season 💪
@vancityreynolds: As a Wrexham owner, I understand the beautiful chaos of football. This @BVB celebration is poetry in motion
@UTDTrey
YOOOOO @LukaZoric. Can't wait for you to come back and sign your contract at United. That free kick
@markgoldbridge
Absolute scenes at Dortmund! @LukaZoric just embarrassed the entire Bundesliga! And he's 17! SEVENTEEN! The kid's different gravy!
@Sanchooo10
My old teammates 😭 So happy for everyone at @BVB
@VirgilVanDijk
What an achievement @BVB! Breaking Bayern's dominance takes something special. Congratulations! 👏
@LewandowskiRL
Congrats @BVB! Great season, great team.
@realmadrid
Congratulations @BVB on your Bundesliga title! See you soon 😉
@ManUtd
Congratulations to our player @LukaZoric and @BVB on winning the Bundesliga! Waiting for your return to Manchester🙏
@LFC
What a celebration! Congratulations @BVB on breaking Bayern's streak. The beautiful game at its finest! 🏆
@ChelseaFC
Congratulations @BVB! Great season and well-deserved champions👏
@Arsenal
Congratulations @BVB on your first title in 11 years
@SpursOfficial
What dreams are made of! Congratulations @BVB and @LukaZoric! 🏆
@vancityreynolds
As someone who owns a football club, I can confirm that what @BVB just did is extremely difficult and extremely beautiful. Bravo! 🏆
@StephenAtHome
I haven't seen Germans this happy since... well, since they won the World Cup! Congrats @BVB! 🇩🇪🏆
@BeINSports
From injury doubt to Bundesliga champion in 3 weeks. @LukaZoric's story is already legendary! 🏆
@FabrizioRomano
Here we go! @LukaZoric on his Bundesliga title: "This feeling is indescribable. We've made history!"
Champions League final next! 🏟️
@OptaFranz
11 - Borussia Dortmund have ended Bayern Munich's run of 11 consecutive Bundesliga titles, the longest streak in German top-flight history. Historic.
@Bundesliga_EN
📊 CHAMPIONSHIP NUMBERS:
Luka Zorić: 18 goals, 15 assists in 27 league games
Erling Haaland: 33 goals in 31 games
Jude Bellingham: 9 goals, 13 assists from midfield
Cole Palmer: 6 Goals, 7 assists
Final points: Dortmund 80 Bayern 79
Years since last title: 11
Dreams fulfilled: ∞
@ChampionsLeague
Congratulations @BVB! 🏆
From Bundesliga Champions to Champions League finalists - what a season.
Champions League final vs Real Madrid next!
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The bass was so loud it felt like it was coming from inside their chests. Someone had connected a proper sound system, and German rap was pumping through speakers that belonged in a nightclub rather than a football facility.
"OLE OLE OLE OLE!"
Shirts were scattered across the floor like casualties of war. Half the squad was topless, sweat and champagne making their skin gleam under the harsh dressing room lights. Jude was standing on a bench in just his shorts, conducting the room like a deranged orchestra conductor while everyone sang along.
"SUPER BVB! SUPER BVB!"
Sebastian Geppert, the assistant coach, had completely lost his mind. The usually composed Austrian was jumping on tables, his shirt unbuttoned, hair wild, screaming lyrics in broken German while the players cheered him on.
"Seb's lost it!" Can was shouting over the music, pointing at their assistant coach who was now doing what could generously be called breakdancing. "Someone film this!"
Andreas Beck, the analyst, was trying to maintain some dignity but failing spectacularly as Reyna dragged him into the center of the room. "I don't dance!" Beck protested, but he was laughing as players formed a circle around him, clapping and chanting until he gave in and started moving awkwardly to the beat.
Dr. Braun had given up any pretense of professionalism. The usually serious doctor was wearing someone's championship shirt over his suit jacket, a beer in one hand, his other arm around fitness coach Lars Ricken who was singing off-key but with complete conviction.
"WIR SIND DIE CHAMPIONS!"
"WIR SIND DIE CHAMPIONS!"
The song changed again, this time to a song with an absolutely ridiculous drop, and the room went mental. Bodies were flying everywhere, jumping, dancing, falling over each other in piles of pure joy. Steam was rising from overheated bodies, the air thick with champagne spray and celebration sweat.
Rose appeared in the doorway, took one look at the chaos, and immediately joined in. The manager ripped off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and started dancing with enthusiasm that would have been embarrassing in any other context but felt perfectly natural right now.
In the middle of all this beautiful chaos, Luka found himself sitting on a bench against the wall, still in his soaked championship shirt, just watching everything unfold around him. The noise, the movement, the pure happiness radiating from every person in the room - it was overwhelming in the best possible way.
He was chuckling at Akanji trying to teach Dr. Braun some kind of Swiss dance when his phone buzzed. Without really thinking about it, he answered.
"Luka!" Jenna's voice cut through the noise, bright and excited and unmistakably happy. "Oh my God, congratulations! I'm literally crying!"
"We did it," he said, grinning so wide his face hurt. "We actually did it."
"You did it!" She was laughing. "I'm so proud of you I can't even form proper sentences. Bundesliga champions."
"Can you hear this?" He held the phone up toward the room where his teammates were still going absolutely mental to whatever song was playing now.
"It sounds like a zoo escaped!" she laughed. "Are you okay? You sound exhausted but also like you might explode from happiness."
"I feel incredible," he said, and meant it. "Like I could run another ninety minutes right now. I can't believe this is real."
"When can I see you? I want to celebrate with you properly."
"Soon," he promised. "After all this madness calms down. Maybe you can come to the Champions League final?"
"Try and stop me." Her voice got softer, more serious. "Luka, I'm so happy for you."
There was a pause, and he could hear something shift in her voice, like she was choosing her words carefully.
"Actually, we should probably talk about something when things settle down, but this is your big day and I don't want to bring any drama into it—"
"What is it?" he interrupted, pressing the phone closer to his ear despite the chaos around him.
"No, seriously, it can wait. This is about you and your team and this incredible thing you've accomplished. We'll talk later, okay?"
"Jenna, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong!" she said quickly. "I promise. It's just... work stuff. We'll figure it out later. Right now I want you to go celebrate with your boys."
"You sure?" he asked, though Jude was now calling his name and pointing at him like he needed to join whatever was happening in the center of the room.
"Positive. Now go be a champion!"
The line went dead, and Luka stared at his phone for a moment. Something in her tone nagged at him, but before he could think about it too much, Haaland was grabbing his arm and pulling him into the celebration.
"Come on!" the Norwegian shouted. "Champions don't sit on benches!"
MAY 15TH
The streets looked like someone had painted them with sunshine.
Yellow and black covered every surface as far as the eye could see - flags hanging from apartment windows, scarves tied around lamp posts, painted faces and jerseys creating rivers of color that flowed through the city center. The morning air carried the sound of singing, drums, car horns, and pure joy that had been building since dawn.
Königswall was completely packed, thousands of people pressed together but nobody seemed to mind. Kids sat on their fathers' shoulders waving miniature flags. Elderly couples who'd probably never missed a match stood next to university students who'd painted their entire bodies yellow. The smell of bratwurst and beer mixed with spring air that felt electric with anticipation.
"When are they coming?" a young boy asked his mother, bouncing on his toes to try to see over the crowd.
"Soon, mein Schatz," she replied, adjusting the BVB scarf around his neck. "Can you hear that?"
In the distance, barely audible over the crowd noise, came the sound of engines and police sirens. Then, slowly, the crowd's energy shifted from excited waiting to pure eruption.
On the horizon, moving down the main boulevard like a golden chariot, appeared the parade bus.
It was massive, double-decker, wrapped in championship graphics and covered in so much yellow and black bunting it looked like it was wearing the world's biggest scarf. The players were visible on the upper deck, tiny figures that seemed to glow against the morning sky.
"DA SIND SIE! DA SIND SIE!" someone screamed, and the cry was taken up by thousands of voices.
The bus moved slowly, almost ceremonially, through streets that had become canyons of noise. Confetti cannons were going off somewhere, creating golden snow that drifted down onto the crowd like blessings.
As it got closer, individual players became visible on the upper deck. Haaland was easy to spot, towering over everyone else, both arms raised toward the sky.
But it was Reus who had the trophy.
The captain stood at the very front of the bus, the Meisterschale held high above his head with both hands, his face split by a grin that could probably be seen from space. Every few seconds he'd lift it higher, and the crowd would respond with a roar that seemed to shake the buildings.
"REUS! REUS! REUS!"
The chant started somewhere and spread like wildfire, twenty thousand voices calling the name of the man who'd waited eleven years for this moment. He acknowledged them by raising the trophy even higher, his captain's armband still tight around his bicep even though he was wearing a casual championship t-shirt.
Luka was near the back of the upper deck, waving at faces in the crowd that were becoming individual people rather than just a mass of yellow. A little girl held up a sign that read "LUKA IS MY HERO" in shaky handwriting, and he pointed directly at her, making her jump up and down with excitement.
"This is insane!" he shouted to Jude, who was standing next to him taking videos on his phone.
"Look at them all!" Jude shouted back, gesturing at the crowd that stretched as far as they could see. "The whole city's here!"
The bus turned onto Westenhellweg, Dortmund's main shopping street, and somehow the crowd got even denser. People were hanging out of windows, standing on balconies, climbing lamp posts and traffic lights just to get a better view. Shop owners had closed their stores to join the celebration, creating an impromptu street festival that blocked traffic for miles.
A group of teenagers had somehow gotten onto a roof and were throwing yellow and black streamers that fluttered down like party ribbons. One of them caught Luka in the face, and he grabbed it, holding it up like a trophy while the kids cheered.
As they approached Phoenix Lake, the traditional end point of Dortmund victory parades, the crowd became even more intense. This was where the speeches would happen, where the trophy would be presented to the supporters one final time, where the celebration would reach its climax.
Reus moved to the very edge of the bus's upper deck, the trophy held high, and the crowd fell into a rhythm that seemed to come from some primal place where football meets religion.
"BVB! BVB! BVB!"
He lifted the Meisterschale with both hands, muscles straining with the effort, and held it there as the bus completed its final turn. Golden confetti was still falling from the sky, mixing with tears and sweat and beer that had been thrown in celebration.
"This is for all of you!" he shouted, though his words were lost in the noise.
The bus pulled to a stop at Phoenix Lake, and the real party began.
Players jumped down from the upper deck like they were abandoning a ship, but instead of escaping they ran straight into the crowd. Security tried to maintain some kind of order, but it was hopeless. Within minutes, the distinction between player and supporter had completely disappeared.
Luka found himself in the middle of a group hug that included people he'd never seen before in his life. Someone was painting his face with yellow and black stripes. Someone else was trying to get him to sign their baby, which seemed both inappropriate and somehow perfectly reasonable given the circumstances.
"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS! WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!"
The Queen song erupted from somewhere and spread through the crowd like a virus, everyone singing at the top of their lungs regardless of whether they knew the words or could carry a tune.
Children were running between players' legs, collecting autographs and high-fives and memories they'd carry for the rest of their lives. Parents were taking photos of everything, trying to document proof that this beautiful madness had really happened.
As the afternoon wore on and the celebration showed no signs of slowing down, Luka found a quiet moment sitting on a bench near the lake, watching his teammates interact with supporters who treated them like returning heroes. The water reflected the golden sunlight, creating patterns that danced and shifted like the crowd itself.
The drought was over.
The waiting was finished.
Everything felt possible.