VFB (1 - 1) SGE – 71'
With two defenders closing in, Che has no clear plan—so he trusts his instincts.
Instead of hesitating, he charges straight at them. They attempt to sandwich him, but with lightning-fast footwork, he accelerates between them, breaking their defensive shape and throwing their structure into chaos.
One of Frankfurt's center-backs reacts immediately, rushing in to apply pressure, trying to push Che off the ball.
Kenmoe spots the gap left behind and darts into the open space. Without even realizing his teammate is there, Che plays an instinctive pass—nutmegging the center-back as the ball glides perfectly into Kenmoe's path.
A desperate sliding challenge comes in from the left-back—but it's too late. The ball reaches Kenmoe.
His first touch, however, is too heavy—it slips loose.
He lunges forward to recover, but Frankfurt's defender reacts quicker, clearing the ball out for a throw-in.
Stuttgart regains control after the restart, their passing noticeably sharper now with Petrovskyi dictating play. His crisp, one-touch passes keep Frankfurt on edge, forcing them to be wary of Che in the midfield—knowing how dangerous he is in progressive areas.
To avoid being shut down, Che drifts deeper, positioning himself where he can collect possession.
Petrovskyi receives the ball and instantly plays it to Che. Che taps it back.
They move quickly—fluid tiki-taka passes around midfield, frustrating Frankfurt's players, who struggle to read them defensively.
Then, Che sees his moment.
Instead of recycling possession, he drives forward down the left wing. His teammate drifts toward the center, leaving Che one-on-one with the right-back.
The defender braces himself, trying to block Che's advance.
No chance.
Realizing he won't win fairly, he reaches out to foul Che—but Che is too fast, too agile.
Che sprints past, then suddenly stops, catching the defender off guard. The split-second hesitation is all he needs—before the defender can recover, Che accelerates again, bursting down the wing.
He cuts inside, now facing the center-back, before releasing a cut-back cross toward Kenmoe, who is wide open at the edge of the box.
Kenmoe controls it, shaping to shoot—then hesitates.
A second touch.
Now defenders surround him.
With no space left, he lays it off to Speidel, calling for the ball just outside the box.
The ball arrives at Speidel's feet.
First-time strike.
It deflects off a Frankfurt defender—taking an unexpected trajectory.
Frankfurt's keeper has already dived right—but the ball redirects left.
He can't react in time.
It slams off the inside post.
GOAL.
Speidel wastes no time, sprinting toward the Stuttgart dugout in celebration. Frankfurt's players stand frozen—stunned by what just happened.
GOAL! VFB (2 - 1) SGE – 74'
Scorer: Kian SpeidelAssist: Brayann Kenmoe
After taking the lead, Stuttgart shifts their strategy completely—parking the bus for the final fifteen minutes.
Meanwhile, Frankfurt throws everything forward.
Every player camps inside Stuttgart's half—even their center-back pushes up, trying to get onto the end of crosses.
But Stuttgart refuses to crack.
Frankfurt moves the ball around the edge of the box, swinging passes from wing to wing, desperately searching for an opening.
The ball lands at one of their midfielders' feet.
Che rushes in to press—trying to steal possession—but the midfielder uses his physical advantage, shrugging him off.
He releases the ball to the right-back, finding space exactly where Che was supposed to be.
Closer to the penalty box, probing, looking dangerous.
With no choice, a Stuttgart defender steps out to cover.
Big mistake.
The Frankfurt striker immediately drifts into the empty space left behind.
The right-back spots him and delicately chips the ball over the defender—perfect weight, perfect placement.
The ball bounces once, settling right in front of the striker.
Only one thing left to do.
Shoot.
Now or never.
Both dugouts rise to their feet—coaches, substitutes, staff—all watching in suspense.
The Stuttgart coach drops to his knees, bracing himself.
The crowd erupts—anticipating the moment.