The Rise of the Iron Wall!

"OH! That pass! It is like having Morita on the pitch!"

"Idiot! This is Nassim Boujellab, our brightest star on the team!"

"Come on, Randy! Don’t you dare miss this chance!"

The supporters grew excited when they saw the exquisite pass from Nassim. Most of them had been spoiled by Morita’s display of passing and vision, and this reminded them once again that last year, they had a prince called Nassim on the right side of the pitch.

As for Randy, the boy glanced at the right side where Nassim sent the ball from, but to his surprise, he found it crossing through the left side where no one was guarding him. Yeah, the Trivela technique that Nassim used allowed him to get the ball to move in a big C shape, rolling to the other side of the flank for a moment before it turned sharply to the middle again.

That was why people cheered immediately at that magical display.

’Fuck! As expected from the prince! I cannot waste this chance away!’ Randy grinned as he continued accelerating further.

One Dortmund defender was trying to stop him. However, that poor boy was too thin to handle Randy’s weight, as a simple body charge was enough to make him back down immediately. Hell, Randy didn’t even budge, as if the collision didn’t bother him at all.

He just chased the ball in front of him, and the moment the Ghanaian striker was close enough to the penalty box...

BAM!

He whacked the ball as hard as he could, putting the ball on the back of the opponent’s net in such a violent way.

"GOAL! GOAL! GOAL!"

"FUCK IT! WHAT A PLAY!"

"COME ON, RANDY! COME ON, NASSIM!"

The instant the ball hit the net, cheers exploded from all over the place. People in the stands celebrated the goal crazily, hugging each other with laughter and even crying. After having to watch the team get suppressed since the beginning of the game, they were finally able to witness an important goal from their boys, enough to break the tension in this stadium.

Randy himself roared enthusiastically toward the corner spot, hitting a knee-slide there while also spreading his arms wide. The boy laughed so hard before the other players rushed at him, hugging the boy tightly while also joining the laughter there.

"Hahaha! Randy, you crazy Bastard!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Don’t just praise him, you know?! Without Nassim’s pass, he wouldn’t be able to get such a ball!"

"No need to be that jealous, it is ugly!"

"Ha?!"

Even though they were bickering with each other, the supporters on the stand could see that it was just a joke to celebrate this goal. Soon enough, Nassim also came to Randy, and they couldn’t help but hug each other, celebrating the combination play they had just done to give the team their first lead of the day.

"Good job, Randy!" Nassim patted the boy’s head fondly. "If you dared to waste that kind of ball, I’m sure I would go berserk on you!" The winger laughed casually.

Randy, though, could feel the corner of his lips twitching. ’Yeah, I can see him doing that.’ After all, it wasn’t the first time Nassim made a fuss after the team’s striker failed to get his pass. Luca Schuler had been his victim so many times in the past, and Randy didn’t intend to be the second one today.

"Come on! We are on the lead right now! Let’s defend this well until the end of the first half!" Brackelmann clapped loudly, trying to get everyone back on the ground again.

Soon enough, everyone was back at their own position, and Higo put his concentration again on the pitch. He had already done his fair share of celebration earlier, and once the boy remembered how good the opponent’s blitzkrieg attack was earlier, his focus shifted back immediately as Higo didn’t dare to slack off even for a second.

This time, it wasn’t just him, but the other players also learned their lesson. Brackelmann and Timo Becker were on guard since the beginning, and the rest of the team also didn’t rush forward immediately to put pressure on the opponent’s side. No, they backed down and waited, not wanting to get stolen again like earlier in the game.

This approach was proven to be successful, as Dortmund’s attempt to attack them right after the kick-off failed to find their players on the front line. While the same scenario was repeated, this time, Schopf managed to snatch the ball away before Joseph Boyamba managed to get it into the pocket space.

BAM!

"Oh, yes, Schopf!"

"That is the defense I’m looking for! Come on!"

The supporters also got excited when they saw this. Even though the team was still under attack, they could see the defensive line move so tidily like a unit, never giving the opponent any easy chance to shoot. This gave them reassurance that even when the storm came, nothing would happen to their own territory.

Higo himself didn’t share the excitement. He was sweating a lot right now, kept shouting to anyone in front of him to concentrate.

"Come on, Fontein! The support is late!"

"Mercan, don’t bite too quickly! Wait until the support comes!"

"Shit! What the hell are you doing, Timo?!"

Even though the defense looked solid, Higo could see some holes that were hard to get covered by his teammates. Unfortunately, the opponent also noticed this part, as Joseph Boyamba, the winger from DR Congo, suddenly made a move from the left side.

After receiving a normal pass from the full back, he dribbled slowly on that side. It didn’t look dangerous at first, but once Levent Mercan was too eager to get him, that winger changed direction immediately, cutting inside the penalty box. Timo Becker wanted to support, but Boyamba’s feint the next second was enough to shake the defender off.

Right at that moment, an image flashed in Higo’s head, and the boy couldn’t help but curse.

"SHIT!"

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