The Rise of the Iron Wall!

"Come on, Weston! This should be a walk in the park for you!"

"Nubel, don’t you dare lose a goal today!"

"Hey, hey! Leave a peace for us as well! I need a clean pair of socks tomorrow!"

The rest of the players gathered around the small side of the pitch being used today, shouting all kinds of things at those inside. It was clear that they just treated it casually, not believing that the team composed of those regulars would lose against a bunch of rookies.

The players inside also showed a similar attitude. While they were eager to win and see the opponent facing the punishment, not a single one of them was worried about Higo and the other boys here. They all thought that this was a walk in the park, and no matter how hard the opponent tried, the result would still be the same.

Seeing this, Frohling couldn’t help but lower the tip of his cap to hide the little smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

’Yeah, be cocky all you want! After my boys destroy you... I really want to see how you would react later...’

Soon enough, Tomasz Waldoch stepped onto the pitch with a whistle in his lips, acting as the referee. The man stared at both teams for a moment and said, "This is a best-of-three game, and I don’t want to see any reckless or deliberate movement to hurt, maim, or injure your opponents. At the end of the day, we all are teammates here, so please remember that, okay?"

"Yes, Sir!’

After getting the confirmation nod from the players, the man took a deep breath before...

FWEEE!

The whistle was finally being blown, and right off the bat, Fabian sent the ball back to Morita in the midfield. However, the opponent was so eager to intimidate the rookies more, as they rushed forward blindly to put pressure on Morita immediately. Hell, Weston McKennie and Ahmed Kutucu encircled Morita without hesitation, wanting to overwhelm the boy with their superior physicality.

However, it seemed that they had never observed Morita carefully in any of their training session.

The boy didn’t even panic here, turning back to face Higo for a moment and acting like he was about to send the ball further back to the team’s territory. Ozan Kabak had already felt helpless when he saw this, having been preparing himself to clear up this mess. However, right in the last second before the two opponent players snatched the ball from Morita’s feet...

Thud!

The boy didn’t even look, sending a backheel pass back to the center spot. There, Hofmann had already moved, receiving the ball perfectly without anyone guarding him.

"Oh! What a pass!"

"That Japanese boy sure has something, huh?!"

"Come on, guys! How could you be fooled with that kind of a cheap trick?!"

"Fuck!" The opponent’s defender, Jonjoe Kenny from England, couldn’t help but curse when he saw this. The midfielders were gone, and in a game with a short pitch like this, getting outnumbered was the worst thing that could happen for a defender like him. "What the fuck are you doing?! Back down! Recover!" He shouted desperately while also trying to cover all angles to prevent Hofmann from sending a pass to Fabian.

Poor man, he was shouting for nothing here. Weston McKennie and the other midfielder, Omar Mascarell, just jogged leisurely, acting like they were trying to do something while in reality, they just let Kenny handle everything. As for Ahmed Kutucu, he was just a striker here; why would he have to care about defense?

As a result, once he was closer to the opponent’s goal, Hofmann finally took action by himself. Instead of passing to Fabian where the route was blocked, he swung his right foot as hard as possible, and...

BAM!

The ball slammed the back of the net violently, giving the rookie team their first lead of the game.

"Yes! Nice goal, Jonas!" Fabian came casually, giving a high-five to the boy.

Jonas Hofmann accepted it while also returning the gesture with a light hug before pointing at Morita, who was grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah, nice assist, you crazy bastard! Only you would dare to do something like that!"

"Hah! This is just the beginning! Come on!"

They didn’t celebrate excessively because not only was it just an internal game, but they were also a big target today. They didn’t want to add more fuel to the hostility directed among them, so a moderate gesture was enough.

Of course, the rest of the players on the sideline would never let this go. No one cheered about the goal, but they all booed the team filled with main players for conceding a goal first.

"What the fuck are you doing, Kenny? Get the fuck out of here!"

"Yeah, let someone else do a better job!"

"Hey, don’t you feel embarrassed getting fooled by that Japan boy?!"

Those five didn’t say anything, but their faces were so ashen as if they had just been slapped straight in their faces. If they could, those players would want to see the ground open up and eat them alive, not wanting to face this kind of mockery from the others.

Even though it was a nice goal, they still didn’t think that the opponent was their match. If anything, their first thought was that they were careless, letting the opponent get such a golden chance to score first. If they could repeat things again, there was no way Hofmann and Fabian could face Kenny in a 2v1 battle.

Little did they forget that they didn’t even make an effort to chase back when Hofmann got the ball in the midfield, letting the poor Englishman fight alone on the back.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Frohling also couldn’t help but frown, taking note of those lazy players who he had to throw back to the bench later.

’If they think their status as the main players for the last coach would save their asses, they are so wrong.’ His expression was dark. ’I wouldn’t mind putting the whole second team to play in the Bundesliga. Still, I really hope to see someone stepping up their game today... Come on... Show me why you deserve to be in this team...’

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