Chapter 848: An Overhead Assist! Morita Announces His Return with a BANG!

Well, Morita couldn’t really know what Higo was thinking, but he intended to do what the goalkeeper was hoping for. The moment the referee blew the whistle...

FWEEE!

Morita charged forward with the other four players, getting ready to receive any ball on the frontline. As for why he wasn’t the one who initiated the blitzkrieg attack, well, with Nabil Bentaleb being there, he could be freed from this task, which only made the attack way more dangerous than before.

BAM!

The long pass was launched, going straight to the heart of the away team’s defense! There, Paciencia and Benito Raman, the two who acted as the team’s strikers, tried their best to distract their opponent, and one of them took off the ground the second the ball was about to fall.

"Paci! Get it!"

"Shit! Friedl, don’t you dare losing the contest!"

In the end, the Portuguese striker fought in the air against one of the Werder Bremen strikers, and somehow, the ball just bounced back to the middle again, forcing Morita to turn back to pick it up.

Just this alone was enough to make the away team sigh in relief, as they thought that it was enough to stop Schalke’s blitzkrieg attack.

After all, it would take time for Morita to pick up the ball, turn around, and send it to a threatening space, and before the boy could get into the final stage, all the players with the green jersey were confident enough that they could shut down all the Schalke players on their territory.

Or... So that was what they thought.

However, in his first time touching the ball, Morita did something unexpected.

He didn’t even stop the ball here, letting it bounce once on the ground. The boy also didn’t need to turn around and check for his teammates, as their running path had already been locked inside his head.

So, the moment he was close enough to the ball, he executed an exquisite pass with an overhead kick, getting the ball through Werder Bremen’s defensive line from above.

Thud!

"Wait, what?!"

"How could he do that?!"

Even Kumiko and Sakura gasped in awe in the stands when they saw this. It reminded them once again that before coming here, Morita was still the best player in the country, beating everyone left and right.

"Come on, Beni!"

"Get it done!"

Even though the pass itself was a little bit longer since Morita couldn’t really look at his final position, Benito Raman was still confident in his speed. It also helped that everyone was so dumbfounded by the midfielder’s action, as he was the only one still running blindly before the pass was even made.

True enough, he beat everyone else to get the ball first, and when the Belgian winger saw that the goalkeeper was rushing toward him, he just flicked the ball a little, not too high, just a few centimeters above the goalkeeper’s left shoulder.

Thud!

The ball bruised that poor goalkeeper’s hair without the man being able to stop it, and in the end, he just watched helplessly as it found the back of the net, giving Schalke the second goal of the game.

"OH! What a goal!"

"BENI! BENI! BENI!"

"Hey, don’t forget the assist! What a fucking pass, Morita!"

"Come on!"

All 300 people in the stands cheered instantly when they saw this, celebrating the goal like crazy. Some guys who had just come back from wherever they were and thought that they wouldn’t miss anything for being late for only one or two minutes looked like they regretted everything in their life, but still joining the celebration with the others.

Benito Raman himself didn’t celebrate alone on the pitch. No, the moment he confirmed that the ball went in, the Belgian boy turned around with the biggest grin on his face as he pointed at Morita excitedly.

"Damn, Morita! That pass! What the hell is that?!" He asked with excited laughter, hugging the one who had just assisted him. "Fuck! I don’t even know what is going on here!"

The others also had the exact same reaction, looking at the Japanese midfielder in wonder.

Honestly, everything that happened in the last few seconds was indeed a little bit too much for them to proceed. It was just a few minutes ago that they were still in the locker room, and yet, here they were, the very first second of the second half, and they had bagged a quick goal from an amazing assist.

Morita himself could be seen grinning foolishly while the others just rubbed his hair in exasperation. It was clear that he was the most ecstatic one here, what with him managing to bag an assist on his first touch in a real game after having to recover from the injury for more than three months.

The moment he managed to escape from his teammates’ celebration, the boy didn’t forget to look at the stand, pointing at his right foot as if he wanted to say, ’This is the foot that created that miracle!’

The supporters couldn’t really stop their standing ovation when they saw this. Inwardly, they also wanted to gloat on the rest of the supporters who decided to not come here, thinking that they could brag about being able to witness such a beautiful goal with their own eyes.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere on Werder Bremen’s side also dropped by miles after that. No one, not even their captain, dared to turn around at the bench, not wanting to meet the coach’s furious gaze.

Honestly, this blitzkrieg attack was already within their calculation, and they had done everything that they could to stop it. However, Morita’s execution pass was out of their mind, and they could only stare at each other helplessly right now.

’Yeah, fuck! What else can we do to stop that?!’

OF course, they would never dare to say that out loud. No, that would mean they accepted this goal, which would only make thing difficult once they were back to the locker room. Instead, they could only do one thing to rectify this matter.

’After this, we have to score as quickly as possible, or we are going to be so screwed!’