The Rise of the Iron Wall!

"Wait, what happened?!"

"Someone fell there! In the penalty box!"

"Fuck! Don’t tell me it is those yellow bastards?!"

The supporters started to get anxious, knowing that even a simple fall in the penalty box could lead to a disaster.They leaned forward, even trying to push each other to get a better look at the pitch and see who had just fallen there.

Unfortunately, what they feared the most happened here. The one who fell was none other than Steffen Tigges, the one who got fouled earlier. Now, he was being pinned by two Schalke players in front of the six-yard box, unable to move. Honestly, it was like a scene coming from the WWE Show, and if not for the fact that it was a Dortmund player who was lying on the ground, people would’ve laughed at this comical display already.

The referee also gulped for a moment. He hated to do this, not wanting to become the public enemy of this town today. Unfortunately, the scene was clear in front of his eyes, so he couldn’t deny the foul at all.

FWEEE!

"Schalke’s number 28, Jonas Carls, pushed Dortmund’s number 9, Steffen Tigges! On-site decision, a penalty kick for Borussia Dortmund II!"

This decision was followed by collective gasps from all around the place, before all the Schalke players got up and ready to fight for their lives against the referee in front of them.

"What the fuck?! How could this be a pen?! Are they paying you or what?!"

"Damn, this is his trick! I tell you, a fucking trick!"

Honestly, it was a shameless attempt to defend themselves, since they themselves also saw Tigges’s awkward position after falling on the ground. There was no way in hell this wouldn’t result in a penalty. Still, at least, they had to try something here. Even Higo, who usually didn’t join the protest, chimed in with the ball in his hand.

"Sensei, can you see that he was blocking my way?! I couldn’t get up in my own area; is that an interference that should give me a foul?! How could it be a penalty for them?!"

This made the others’ eyes light up immediately, finding an angle where they could put pressure on the referee.

"YES! They are fouling Higo first! Don’t be blinded by his little trick!"

"Come on! This is the fucking Revierderby, don’t stain it with you siding with the opponent!"

The referee had a cold sweat rolling down his face as he heard the threat.It was basically a subtle warning from the players that any foul he gave to Dortmund’s side would always be accused by the home team of him siding with Dortmund.

If it was any other fifty-fifty accident, he would back down immediately, favoring the home team to not create conflict with them. Unfortunately, the foul was clear by day, and regarding Higo’s complaint, the goalkeeper wasn’t being blocked by the opponent, but by his own teammates. It was a clear penalty, and if he didn’t give it, the referee would make an enemy of Borussia Dortmund, something he didn’t want to see.

In the end, even under so many threats from the supporters, he gritted his teeth, standing with his own decision. A penalty for Borussia Dortmund.

Of course, little did everyone know that Steffen Tigges grinned secretly as he was being helped by his teammates to get up from the ground. It was a little trick he learned in his youth. Instead of fighting fairly, he subtly grabbed the opponent’s hand and pulled that poor man together with him to the ground, making it look like it was him who got pushed.

As for how he made the opponent not realize that it was him who pulled, not that man who pushed, it was easier than what people imagined. In such a crowded and chaotic situation earlier, everyone was pushing each other quite violently, so all he needed to do was to wait for the right timing to take action.

Well... Not as easy as he said, but the striker was an expert in this kind of subtle movement. Yeah, besides being good at playmaking, he was also a master of dirty tricks that would go unnoticed by everyone in the stadium, and this penalty was just another success in his resume.

"Good job, Steffen!" Chris Fuhrich high-fived him after the conflict subsided. "Do you want to execute it on your own?" He offered the ball to him.

Usually, it would always be the captain who executed a penalty like this. However, when the player who got fouled had the confidence to do it himself, the captain would let him take it directly. In this case, Steffen Tigges didn’t even hesitate, picking up the ball from his captain’s hand with a big grin on his face.

"Don’t worry, Captain. Leave the rest to me."

Meanwhile, Higo was also behind the goal line already, taking a deep breath as he put all of his concentration on the boy in front of him. Unlike when he was in the national team or Hakodate Nishi, he didn’t have Kumiko by his side telling him the intelligence about the player in front of him, so this time, Higo had to rely completely on his instinct and clairvoyant ability.

’That only makes things easier, right?’ He took another deep breath before lowering his stance, getting ready to jump when the time was right.

Behind him, boos started to echo from the supporters’ side as they all wanted to put more pressure on Tigges. However, it seemed that the striker’s mental state was at its best right now, as he didn’t even flinch at the hostility around him.

No, his eyes met Higo for a moment, and a provoking smile formed on his face, one that forced Higo to hold back the urge to punch the man straight to the face.

The referee also glanced at them one last time, and after making sure that everything was ready...

FWEEE!

The whistle was being blown, and at the same time, an image flashed in Higo’s brain, allowing him to figure out where the ball would be sent.

’MIDDLE! FUCK!’

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