Chapter 630: Searching for the Second Goal!

"Come on! Let’s attack directly!"

"Secure the lead! Kill the opponent as quickly as possible!"

"Koki Morita, we are relying on you!"

The moment the game started again, cheers erupted from all over the place. Somehow, though, Morita’s name echoed the loudest here as all the people on the stand had just learned about him. It just took him 45 minutes to conquer the crowd here, making him the biggest star on the pitch right now.

’Yeah, well, what can I expect? He is the best player in the generation and has been featured in so many football magazines in the past.’ Higo shook his head wryly. ’If anything, it should be me who is awesome. I mean, I bounced from being a no-name goalkeeper in Hakodate to being his teammate and friend. This crazy jump could only be achieved by someone with a supernatural ability like me, right?’

At least, that was what he thought to hype himself up. Not that the boy needed it, as he was never envious of Morita’s reputation, not when the midfielder always treated him the best.

"Higo, concentrate!" Calvin Brackelmann, the team’s vice-captain, suddenly shouted at him, snapping the boy out of his thought.

That was when Higo realized that the ball was coming at him, followed by one Monchengladbach striker rushing so quickly to put pressure on him. It seemed he had just received a back pass here, and the boy had to do something if he didn’t want the ball to get snatched. Fortunately, the distance was still not that close, so Higo decided to play it safe.

BAM!

A long ball was launched, flying straight to Fabian Reese on the left side. Unfortunately, the left winger was guarded so tightly, and he couldn’t even jump to fight for it. However, the clearance from the opponent’s header went straight to Morita’s feet, and to recycle it, the team’s new superstar didn’t even blink, switching side once again to Nassim Boujellab on the right side.

BAM!

This time, the pass was low and quick, aiming at the space in front of Nassim.

"Yes! Another good pass!"

The Moroccan winger grinned widely as he chased the ball in his line of sight. Honestly, this had been the third pass he received from Morita, and all of them were always on point. He couldn’t help but start enjoying playing alongside Morita.

However, his thought was interrupted right before he could push the ball further, as someone suddenly pushed him from behind. It was none other than the defender behind him, one who couldn’t match his speed. Even with him breathing heavily, that full back could only touch the corner of Nassim’s jersey, so in that moment, he pulled it as hard as he could, making the winger lose his balance straight away.

Brugh!

"Argh!"

Nassim groaned immediately, holding his shoulder in pain as he used it to cushion himself. That full back also fell on the ground, panting heavily as he got so dead tired from the chase. However, it was clear that he was the one at fault, so the referee didn’t hesitate to punish that man.

A yellow card, no hesitation needed.

Even Jonas Hofmann, who tried to complain here, swallowed all of his words, knowing that this was the best punishment he could ask for. It seemed the coach didn’t want to receive any complaints from the players today. So, instead of acting like a prick and just continuing to ask for more severe punishment for that fullback, the captain came to Nassim immediately to check what he was doing.

"So, is it just a yellow card?" Nassim asked in barely a whisper, getting ready to get up.

The captain could feel the corner of his lips twitching speechlessly, somehow forgetting that his teammate liked to do this kind of trickery. "Yeah, it is just a yellow. No matter how dramatic you roll on the ground, that wouldn’t change anything, so get up quickly." He said while helping the winger get up from the ground.

That boy grinned sheepishly, and he also didn’t forget to thank Morita for that good pass. It was important to build a good relationship with the boy that could provide such a magical ball over and over again, as it could give him a better chance to showcase more of his talent.

Morita just nodded quietly before walking to the ball and asked, "Can I be the one who executes it?"

Jonas Hofmann just raised one of his eyebrows slightly, not expecting the request here. However, he still backed down, letting Nassim decide this. After all, the Morocco winger was the main executor for the team.

"Sure, just don’t send the ball flying too high, okay?" Nassim put the ball on Morita’s hand casually. "Send a good pass, maybe we can score a goal from this scenario."

Morita nodded, eyeing the penalty box and the crowd that started to gather there. The free kick itself was slightly on the flank side with a narrow angle toward the goal, so it was quite difficult for anyone to shoot it directly. The boy himself didn’t want to gamble this chance just to prove that he could do it. No, his focus was on his teammates, wondering who he should send the ball to.

’Schopf? No, not him. He is one of the tallest players on the box; the guard around him will be the tightest. Schuler is also the same. So, that means Brackelmann? Timo Becker? Could they get it, though?’

For a moment, Higo was entangled here, not knowing which one to choose. However, right at the moment the referee blew the whistle, someone suddenly moved so quickly back to an area in front of the box, and in that exact second, Morita knew exactly what that person wanted.

’So, this is what you want, Fabian? Fine, let’s see if you can do this!’

Thud!

Instead of a long ball to the box, Morita just sent it straight to the pocket area in front of the penalty box, and there, Fabian, who had just let himself escape from the opponent’s tight defense, didn’t hesitate to execute it on his own.

BAM!

The rocket was launched, and everyone couldn’t help but hold their breath while jumping from their seat.