The final fifteen minutes transformed into a fierce battle of attack and defense.
All Aston Villa players retreated into their own half, forming an impenetrable wall.
Norwich, meanwhile, continued to focus their attacks on the flanks, particularly down Emiliano Buendía's side.
Throughout the match, Buendía had been exceptional, second only to goalscorers Pukki and Stiepermann in his performance.
However, Villa's relentless pressure had taken its toll, pushing the Argentine to his physical limit.
By the final quarter of an hour, Buendía couldn't execute his dazzling dribbling moves, leaving Norwich without their sharpest attacking weapon.
With no other choice, manager Daniel Farke shifted the attacking burden to the opposite flank, placing the responsibility on Onel Hernández.
At the same time, Farke pushed attacking midfielder Marco Stiepermann forward to partner Pukki as a striker.
Standing at 190cm tall and possessing strong aerial ability, Stiepermann's shift forward signaled Norwich's clear intent to exploit high balls.
As expected, they soon began launching crosses into the box.
Starting from the 80th minute, Norwich relentlessly crossed from the flanks, desperate to breach the Aston Villa defense with an aerial bombardment.
However, Villa's back four were imposing, and their defensive midfielder, Mile Jedinak, stood at around 190cm as well.
In other words, Aston Villa wasn't intimidated by the aerial threat. After several failed crossing attempts, Norwich's efforts proved futile.
Every delivery was decisively cleared by the central defenders.
In the blink of an eye, the match clock ticked to the 88th minute. Undaunted, Norwich's players once again funneled the ball to Onel Hernández on the left flank.
Just as Hernández received the ball, multiple Villa players swarmed him, including Theodore Bjorn and John McGinn.
The two midfielders moved with seamless coordination.
Theodore lunged in from the right to challenge, while McGinn closed the trap from the left, executing a flawless pincer movement.
Caught off guard, Hernández could only watch helplessly as Theodore snatched the ball away.
"Bjorn comes away with the steal!" Peter Drury's voice echoed across the Sky Sports broadcast.
"Brilliant anticipation to nick the ball right off the toes of Hernández."
Drury's words had barely faded when Theodore launched a right-footed pass forward.
The ball soared past the retreating Norwich midfield, dropping precisely over Tammy Abraham's head on the left side of the penalty area.
Using his height advantage, Abraham pinned Norwich center-back Christoph Zimmermann with his back to goal and brought the ball under control.
In the next instant, he spun sharply and surged into the box.
Despite his towering 1.95-meter frame, Abraham possessed remarkable speed—a proper "mini-Drogba."
With lightning-fast efficiency, Abraham stormed toward the target.
Norwich's center-backs, Ben Godfrey and Zimmermann, quickly converged to double-team him, but the striker was a step ahead.
He unleashed a preemptive shot.
On the goal line, Tim Krul dove desperately and managed to parry the fierce strike away.
Immediately afterward, Zimmermann cleared the loose ball with a powerful long kick, sending it soaring toward the center circle.
At that exact moment, Theodore and Norwich midfielder Mario Vrancic charged toward the dropping ball simultaneously.
In the nick of time, Theodore executed a sliding tackle, gaining possession before Vrancic could reach it. Instead of passing immediately, he chose to dribble forward. Though his stamina was nearly exhausted, the teenager gritted his teeth and pressed on.
Gathering every ounce of remaining strength, he surged into Norwich's half like a shot from a cannon!
"Quick! Stop their number 33! Don't let him advance any further!" Daniel Farke roared from the technical area, his voice raw with urgency.
Without hesitation, Godfrey and Zimmermann charged out from their defensive line, attempting to intercept the breakthrough outside the penalty area.
But the moment the two center-backs accelerated, Theodore released the pass.
It was his signature over-the-top delivery!
The ball arced perfectly over the heads of Godfrey and Zimmermann, landing right into the stride of Abraham!
This time, Abraham didn't waste the opportunity.
He drew his foot back and unleashed a thunderous volley.
The ball pierced the Norwich goal like a bullet!
Although Krul had already dived in a desperate attempt to make the save, Abraham's powerful strike sent the ball hurtling into the net long before the keeper could reach it.
"ABRAHAM FINISHES IT THIS TIME!!! ASTON VILLA HAVE SURELY WON THE TITLE!!!" Peter Drury roared, his voice cracking with the sheer emotion of the moment.
"THE SUSPENSE IS OVER AT VILLA PARK! IN THE NINETIETH MINUTE, A MASTERPIECE FROM THEODORE BJORN, A RUTHLESS FINISH FROM TAMMY ABRAHAM, AND IT'S FOUR TO TWO!"
"You can confidently declare it now, Peter," Beglin added, grinning broadly. "Aston Villa are the champions of the Championship!"
The moment Abraham scored, the fourth official raised the board indicating five minutes of added time.
But the match's outcome was already beyond doubt.
It was virtually impossible for Norwich to score two consecutive goals in the remaining time; the task was simply too daunting.
At Villa Park, over 40,000 fans had already begun celebrating, chanting "We are the champions" into the Birmingham night sky.
On the home bench, Dean Smith embraced each of his assistant coaches, the relief and joy washing over his tired face.
Everyone knew the match had lost all suspense.
And indeed, that proved to be the case.
After the restart, Norwich continued to launch aggressive attacks, with their wingers pumping hopeful crosses into the box.
However, these attacks didn't pose any real threat.
Aston Villa's players were now brimming with confidence, while the Norwich squad was mentally shattered.
Five minutes later, referee Peter Bankes blew the final whistle.
Beep. Beep. Beeeeep.
As the long blasts echoed through the stadium, dazzling fireworks erupted above the roof of the Holte End.
The match was over.
Aston Villa had defeated Norwich 4-2, successfully overtaking them in the league standings on the final day to claim the top spot!
"The final match of the Championship season has concluded," Drury summarized.
"Aston Villa has defeated Norwich to secure the title. Now, Dean Smith's men have just one more monumental fixture remaining—the FA Cup Final at Wembley in a week's time."
The moment the final whistle blew, the fans erupted in cheers, chanting victory slogans until their throats were sore.
On the pitch, the Villa players swarmed Theodore, playfully ruffling his hair and slapping him on the back in celebration.
He had been the undisputed hero that night, scoring once and providing three assists.
Every one of Villa's four goals had been directly influenced by him.
He had single-handedly dragged his team to victory against a formidable Norwich side!
Amidst the chaos, Jack Grealish limped over on his crutches. His voice was hoarse with emotion as he called out to his young teammate.
"Hey, Theo! I knew you could bring it home for us. You're the hero today, mate."
Theodore smiled softly, pointing to Grealish's heavily strapped knee.
"Jack, how's the leg doing?"
"Just a minor issue," Grealish laughed, a tear glistening in his eye. "If it means Villa made it to the Premier League, I wouldn't care if they took the whole leg."
Meanwhile, on the Twitter feed, fans flooded the timeline with overwhelming excitement.
[We won! What a hard-fought victory.]
[Aston Villa are the champions!]
[Theo is a true legend. Tonight was a one-man show.]
[I have a feeling he'll be targeted by a massive club next season.]
[Honestly, given his form, he's more than ready for a top-six side.]
[Thirty-three assists this season. That has to be a Championship record!]
[I'm already hyped for next season in the Premier League.]
[No more words needed. Time to crack open the drinks!]
On social media, Theodore's name topped the trending charts globally.
Though he hailed from Norway, fans from all over the world flooded the comments with praise, recognizing his generational talent.
Back on the pitch, John McGinn grabbed a massive bottle of champagne and stealthily crept up behind Theodore.
After shaking it vigorously, he popped the cork and sprayed the freezing contents wildly over the teenager's head.
Instantly drenched, Theodore laughed and joined the chaotic roughhousing.
The entire stadium was a scene of unbridled joy!
On the opposite side of the pitch, the Norwich players sat on the turf, expressions of profound disappointment etched onto their faces.
Throughout the grueling season, they had consistently held the top spot, only to be stunned by Villa's dramatic comeback in the final ninety minutes.
All their season-long efforts to win the trophy had vanished. Disappointment and resentment were only natural.
Before long, the stadium staff had set up the championship celebration stage.
The Aston Villa players lined up, slowly approaching the podium to receive their winner's medals.
Theodore, the second-to-last player to step onto the stage, was greeted by the Football Association representatives.
One of the high-ranking officials embraced him warmly, patting his shoulder.
"Young man, you've done brilliantly," the official smiled. "I'm eagerly anticipating what you can do in the Premier League. Keep playing like this, and you'll be a strong contender for the Ballon d'Or one day."
After speaking, he gently placed the medal around Theodore's neck, gazing at the young playmaker with genuine admiration.
The high regard for Theodore wasn't just for his skill, but for the immense international popularity and commercial value he had brought to the English second tier.
The last player to step onto the podium was Jack Grealish.
As club captain, Grealish limped onto the stage, leaning heavily on his crutches.
Though he had to leave today's match due to injury, his leadership and performances throughout the season made him the undisputed MVP in the eyes of the locals.
Especially during the first half of the season, when Theodore was still finding his feet with the U17 team, Grealish had carried the team to vital victories.
In the hearts of the fans, both Grealish and Theodore were the architects of this triumph.
Grealish moved forward to accept the trophy.
Supported by Tyrone Mings, he slowly made his way to the center of the stage.
"Theo. Come here. Let's raise the trophy together," Grealish called out, refusing to lift it alone.
At first, Theodore politely declined.
It was tradition for the club captain to lift the trophy, and he felt he was just doing his job.
But his refusal was futile.
Grealish simply shunted the heavy silver trophy right into Theodore's chest, forcing the teenager to take hold of it.
"Hurry up and lift the damn thing, Theo," Grealish grinned.
"You earned it."