By Claude McGyver, Hellcats beat writer for The Athletic
COLOGNE — For nine minutes in Stuttgart on Wednesday night, the Cologne Hellcats stopped being the team they have been for the last fortnight and started looking, again, like the team they were supposed to be all along.
Three goals in roughly two minutes. Four in the period. A 0-0 game became 4-0 before Stuttgart had time to find the bench door, and a Hellcats team that, a week ago, took a single shot in the first period against the league's worst club was suddenly burying chances against one of its best.
The result — 5-2 on the road, against the team that handed them their sixth straight loss two weeks ago — was the most convincing single performance of the season's late stretch. Whether it was the start of something sustainable or simply the right night colliding with the right opponent is still an open question. But for the first time since the skid began, the answer to that question is genuinely interesting.
The defining pattern of Cologne's collapse was clusters of goals against. Thirty-three seconds apart against St. Jerome. Twenty seconds apart against Stuttgart at home. Thirteen seconds apart in the rematch. Whatever the Hellcats were doing through their six-game slide, the most consistent feature of it was an inability to absorb a punch — the moment a game tilted, more goals followed almost immediately.
On Wednesday, the bunching landed on the other end of the ice. Mika Zibanejad opened the second at 10:10. Marcus Johansson made it 3-0 at 11:42. Parker Kelly buried a shorthanded goal at 12:05. Three goals in just under two minutes — the same fingerprint that has been used against Cologne all month, finally being used by Cologne.
That is not an accident of one night. The Hellcats have been a team capable of bursts like this all season. What changed is that they finally produced one on a night that mattered, in the period where they had been getting buried.
The clearest structural change had a name pinned to a stall. Filip Forsberg returned to the lineup for the first time in nearly three weeks and immediately picked up an assist on the Zibanejad goal that broke the game open.
It is too early to credit one player for one period. But the structural argument that has run through coverage of the skid — that balanced lines without a top-line anchor diluted the team's identity — was, at minimum, no longer being tested. With Forsberg back, the lines settle. With the lines settled, roles get clearer, and a coaching staff that has spent two weeks improvising can finally coach the team it built.
The first evidence of that is one period of hockey. The next four games are how we find out whether it was the lineup or the moment.
There was one beat that, taken on its own, was almost too perfect.
Two weeks ago, Zach Werenski took the trip on Kirill Kaprizov that gave Sundsvall a power play 2:29 into a game they would win. The Dragons scored on the resulting man advantage. That penalty became the symbolic moment of the season's discipline collapse — the veteran whose mistake gave the opponent the moment.
On Wednesday, Werenski took another minor. This time, Cologne scored shorthanded. Parker Kelly's goal at 12:05 came moments after Werenski was whistled, and it broke whatever pushback Stuttgart had been trying to manufacture.
"I take the penalty, that's on me," Werenski said afterward. "The guys bailed me out the other way tonight. That hasn't been the case much lately."
The same player. The same situation. The opposite result. If a single shift can tell you a team has begun to find its game, that one came close.
The standings now read kindly. Cologne sits at 99 points, four clear of the Mustangs — who are on their own three-game winning streak — and back to a comfortable hold on first in the World Conference. Three wins in a row, including a road win in Stuttgart, buys a team some peace.
It does not erase the 3-7-0-0 stretch that preceded it. The underlying form remains, as the math says, mediocre. One brilliant period in a hostile building is genuinely the first encouraging evidence of recovery — but it is also still one period. The Hellcats have not played a complete, dominant 60 minutes against a contender in over three weeks.
Sebastian Horn stood at a podium last week and said he was watching a team that could not win in March. On Wednesday his team won in a way that was unmistakably his team. Whether that becomes a turning point or simply a good night sandwiched between bad ones is the question the next four games will answer.
Friday brings the Lynx, and another opportunity to make Wednesday's second period look less like an outlier and more like a return.