The red carpet was rolled out at Signal Iduna Park on Tuesday for the visit of Paris Saint-Germain, the glitz and glamour of the nouveau riche in town to face hosts draped in tradition and honour.


Neymar, Kylian Mbappe and co had hoped to scale the yellow wall in hope of PSG taking hold of the tie and securing a spot in the Champions League quarter-finals for the first time since 2016.


The young whippersnappers of Borussia Dortmund had other ideas.

Erling Haaland,Jadon Sancho,Lukasz Piszczek,Achraf Hakimi,Giovanni Reyna

Les Parisiens were second best in every department in their 2-1 loss, most importantly on the scoreline but worryingly elsewhere too. Dortmund looked fitter, sharper, aggressive, much more reminiscent of the BVB the world knows; PSG played the part of the lightweights they tend to look on the continent, almost allergic to the ​Champions League anthem (see also: Manchester City).


For all of Mbappe's menace, for all of ​Neymar's trickery, for all of Marco Verratti's stupid yellow card challenges, they were no match for the hustle and bustle of ​Emre Can, the whirlwind Jadon Sancho, and most notably the thundering Erling Haaland.


Europe's most sought after striker of the first half of the season made a sensible choice to join a modest club just as he started to be considered as arrogant, but Haaland has kept calm and carried on ever since ​touching down in Dortmund.

Giovanni Reyna,Erling Haaland,Raphael Guerreiro

The Norwegian's first strike on Tuesday night was a typical poacher's goal, sniffing out the danger in the PSG box and reacting quickest to poke the ball into the roof of Keylor Navas. The second will be iconic in a surely long and successful career.


Haaland's wicked effort from 20 yards - that sounded heavenly and like it ripped the net clean off of the stanchions, and with such little back-lift - came out of very little, carving his own opening and just letting fly.


It capped a night that will live long in his history, less seminal but more a mere landmark among the other soaring heights he'll probably reach.


​Dortmund as a city is famed in Germany as industrial, and Haaland plays much like a factory-built player constructed locally.

He plays as if he's the product of a 'build a footballer' game, where you'd cherry pick the best attributes of the world's best in an attempt to make a successful Frankenstein monster footballer; Haaland has the running power of ​Romelu Lukaku, the technique of Robert Lewandowski, the instincts of ​Harry Kane, the speed of Tuesday's opposite in ​Kylian Mbappe.


Given that his father Alfie played for ​Leeds and ​Manchester City and his mother Gry Marita was a ​national champion in heptathlonit's no surprise that Haaland plays like an amalgamation of several athletes - he was also a specialist in athletics and cross-country, while Norway's handball manager wanted him to choose that sport to go pro in.

Tuesday's win marked the 100th game of Haaland's short career so far, scoring 60 in that time - including 11 in just 7 games for Dortmund. He's passed every single test he's faced so far with flying colours, and you'd be hard pressed to find anyone willing to write him off for whatever challenge comes next.


Haaland's only 19 and it's fun to get ahead of ourselves, it's enjoyable to ride the wave of excitement he's creating. It might not even last, he might never actually fulfil his potential, but all that he's done to this point has been worthy of hype, worthy of small talk and columns alike. The era of Haaland is on the way, the perfect modern striker in an era running out of them.


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