Chapter 883: Second Half Begins! Another Blitzkrieg Attack!

Well, Frohling was trying his best to be merciful, but in the end, the man got defeated by his emotions. In the end, besides Higo, all the defensive players, even Omar Mascarell and Nabil Bentaleb, to some extent, got the hair-sprayer treatment from the head coach here.

"Fuck it! What the hell are you doing?! That number 27 is not even that strong, Oz! You should’ve killed him since the beginning! What, losing confidence after getting injured or what?!"

"You too, Benjy! How the fuck could you let him slide so easily?! What, because he is a fucking Frenchman like you?! Hell, you look so incompetent that my fucking grandma would be better than you, and she is fucking crippled!"

"Fuck! Omar, how many times are you going to use that excuse again?! Use your fucking brain! What?! You forgot to bring it here?! Go to fucking hell! I don’t care how slow you are; you are supposed to be the fucking brain here, shit! This is not acceptable at all!"

"Honestly, don’t you have any shame or what?! Relying completely on a fucking 19-year-old boy, even being a fucking burden for him?! Is that really your real face?!"

"I swear, if you are tired of playing, I can replace you guys right now! Yes! You! You! And you! Don’t think your position is that secure, Bastards!"

Fortunately, before the public execution descended on the locker room, Frohling had already asked Higo to get out of the room first. In the end, the goalkeeper just listened to everything from outside, and he couldn’t help but grimace, finding himself to be lucky that the coach decided to not involve him in this matter.

’Yeah, I cannot imagine how I would feel after getting shouted straight to my face about how bad I was... Fortunately, I played well so far...’ He sighed in relief.

It took quite a while, but once the fourth referee came to the locker room to remind everyone that the game was about to begin, all the players started to come out one by one, and while their faces still looked so pale from all the shouting and scolding that they received earlier, at least they regained some life in their eyes.

"Come on, Higo! Let’s try to kill them~!" Benjamin Stambouli high-fived the boy enthusiastically.

"Yes! I’ll die before letting them get closer to you! Let’s go, Higo! I’ll make sure that you are jobless in the second half!" Malick Thiaw added.

Honestly, Higo couldn’t help but snort here, feeling so amused at how everyone reacted. They really wanted to make themselves look okay, but if anything, their stiff movements, coupled with their facial expressions, were really hard to see.

’Oh, well, hopefully, this wouldn’t kill us later, or the scolding that we are going to receive if we got anything other than a win would even be worse...’ He murmured under his breath.

Later, the referee finally came with the ball in his hand, putting it straight in the center spot of the pitch. Both Mark Uth and Morita stood there, whispering to each other lowly while also covering their mouth as they were getting ready to start the game.

If anything, it seemed that they were ready to come up with a new scheme since their usual Blitzkrieg attack had already been known by all the teams in this league.

As for Mainz’s side, they only made one change in their current squad. Their winger number 5 was out, getting replaced by a tall and bulky dark-skinned player who looked quite intimidating the first time he came onto the pitch.

’Damn, Rudy-san will not be able to survive if he is forced into a physical battle. I have to keep an eye on that side.’ Higo took a note inwardly.

After making sure that everything was also ready for the game, the referee finally nodded as well, checking his watch one last time before...

FWEEE!

The whistle was finally being blown! The kick-off of the second half!

Right off the bat, Mark Uth sent the ball and passed it to Nabil Bentaleb before rushing forward with the speed of someone who wanted to chase his train schedule. Not only him, but the two wingers and two fullbacks also joined the operation, trying to overwhelm Mainz’s defense with pure numbers.

"Come on, Nabil! Left! Left!"

"I get the right side on my bag! Let me kill them!"

All the Schalke players on the opposition half shouted, asking for the ball there. However, Mainz also knew what Schalke wanted to do, so they didn’t rush forward, but dropped back to their own territory to fight with numbers as well.

Hell, at this point, they even got all 11 players in their own half, wanting to survive this ordeal first.

Still, it was like a psychological game between two chess masters here. Mainz knew what Schalke was going to do, but Schalke also knew that Mainz knew as well.

In the end, the away team came with a new scheme, as instead of launching the ball far forward, Nabil Bentaleb just passed it to the middle where Morita was standing still, and in the next second, the Japanese midfielder turned around quickly, finding that he had all the space in the world.

"FUCK! Not a long pass?!"

"Striker, put pressure on him! Don’t let him run so easily!"

Mateta and that new player, Karim Onisiwo, rushed frantically, not expecting that the ball would go there. However, with all the space in front of him, the midfielder didn’t even need to think too much. With a little push, he slipped through the area between those two, getting rid of their entanglement with just one move.

Then, with a quick glance at the frontline, he saw one person sneaking into the penalty box, and without hesitation, Morita chipped the ball, sending it a little bit high to that person there.

’Well, Mark, let’s see if you can back up that big mouth of yours with a real ability here...’

Thud!