Chapter 862: Crazy First Minute of the Second Half! (I)

The sound of the whistle signaled everyone that the second half finally began, and Goncalo Paciencia didn’t wait for too long, pushing the ball back to Nabil Bentaleb. This action was followed by him, Fabian Reese, Benito Raman, Morita, and the two wingbacks on the flanks rushing, as they were ready to receive the long ball from the French midfielder.

BAM!

"OH! Yes, Nabil! What a pass!"

"Come on, Fabian! Kill him!"

The pass was sent to the left side, where Raphael Guerreiro was guarding that side. It was a deliberate move, as there was a 17 cm difference in height between the Portuguese wingback and Fabian Reese, giving the blonde winger a great advantage to win the ball.

True enough, he won the aerial duel so easily, sending the ball to the middle where Morita had already arrived. However, the Japanese midfielder didn’t have any room at all, with Axel Witsel and Jude Bellingham surrounding him instantly.

Hell, it would be great if Morita could survive under their pressure, as those two were way bigger than him in this regard, the complete opposite of the duel between Raphael Guerreiro and Fabian Reese earlier.

However, Morita himself didn’t need to hold the ball for too long. After all, in the Blitzkrieg attack, everyone rushed forward so quickly, giving him so many options in the opposition half.

This time, before Axel Witsel could shake his balance, the boy pushed the ball further to the same flank where he had just received the ball, where Fabian Reese and Raphael Guerreiro had just recovered from the aerial duel.

Thud!

"OH, SHIT!"

"Rapha! Where are you?!"

"Fuck! No one is there!"

Indeed, the pass went behind Raphael Guerreiro, catching the man off guard. There, Sead Kolasinac had already rushed to receive the ball, and before anyone from Dortmund could shut him down, he did exactly what Morita had done earlier, releasing the ball quickly to create chaos in the middle.

BAM!

"Shit! I get it! I get it!" Roman Burki shouted while his eyes were still on the sky, tracking the ball in the air. "Get away! Get away! This is mine!" He said once again, wanting to remind his teammates to give him some space.

However, the ball was somehow longer than ever, going to the far post instead of falling to the six-yard box. It seemed that Goncalo Paciencia was just a distraction, and the aim of this pass was Benito Raman, who hadn’t touched the ball at all in this little scheme.

Seeing the ball was about to fall on his side, the Belgian Winger couldn’t help but grin, recoiling his right foot as he got ready to whack the ball with all of his power.

’Well, let’s see if I could do this...’

BAM!

A half-volley shot was made!

However, at the same time, Matt Hummels also reacted, jumping straight in line to block the ball with his body. Hell, the commitment to jump straight in front of the cannon was commendable, and Benito Raman himself couldn’t help but grimace, feeling the phantom pain after listening to how loud the ball was hitting the man.

Well... That was at least until he realized that it was his shot that was blocked, and the ball failed to get into the back of the net as he expected.

"FUCK! It is blocked?!" He clutched his hair in disbelief. "Fuck! Sorry, everyone! Mission failed! Mission failed!" The winger turned around quickly to apologize to his teammates.

The rest of the team just clicked their tongue in annoyance. After all, everything went well from the start to the finish line, and yet the execution itself was problematic here. Still, no one blamed Benito Raman too much, because in such a high-speed scheme like Blitzkrieg, the success rate was indeed not that high.

Meanwhile, Roman Burki could feel his heart beating fast right now. That attack... He failed to read where the cross would fall, and as a result, the man was completely out of position to stop the attack from Benito Raman.

It was fortunate that Matt Hummels was still there, or he wouldn’t be able to leave the stadium alive if he conceded the second goal right now.

"Thanks, Matts. You really saved me from a great disaster here." He thanked the defender quickly while also helping the man get up from the ground.

Matts Hummels just grunted lightly while also rubbing the spot where it was hit by the rocket earlier. If only he could take his top off right now, the man would be able to see how red his back was from getting whacked by that kind of ball from a close distance.

"Don’t lower your guard; they still have a corner kick." He said after getting back on his own feet.

"Sure. I’ll never make that mistake again." Roman Burki vowed solemnly.

After this, the attention shifted to Dortmund’s penalty box, with Morita holding the ball for the corner kick situation. Five Schalke players were at least there, getting ready to receive the cross. Morita himself raised his left hand open, signaling for a scheme that they repeated so many times in the training session.

BAM!

The moment the referee blew the whistle, he sent a cross to the back post, and there, Fabian Reese managed to win the aerial duel for the second time in the last minute, heading it toward the middle where Nabil Bentaleb was ready to receive the second ball.

BAM!

The French midfielder didn’t even control the ball here, launching a rocket from his spot. However, at the same time, Axel Witsel turned himself into a human wall, blocking the shot perfectly and letting it bounce far toward the midfield. There, Marco Reus managed to pick it up, and in the next second, the table was turned.

"SHIT! MOVE BACK! MOVE BACK!" Sead Kolasinac shouted while he started lowering his stance, getting ready to slow down this counterattack as the last person on his own territory.

However, with such a big space behind Sead Kolasinac, it was easy for Marco Reus and the other Dortmund players to take advantage of it, as in the next second...

Thud!

A through pass was sent to the space behind the Bosnian defender, and Higo only had one reaction when he saw this.

’Yeah, fuck... This is bad...’