Shooting Trajectory is Visible - Chapter 68



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18R Elversberg Expedition.

Since it was a match held only once a month and it was an away match, the team’s stadium was packed to the brim with spectators.

However, compared to Hanover, its scale was noticeably smaller; it was a stadium with a capacity of 10,000 people, with about 3,400 seats and 6,300 standing seats.

The capacity is 1/4 that of Hanover.

But the heat was no less than that of Hanover.

Because it was a match held only once a month, it felt even more exciting.

Although they weren’t cheering for us, it was a great scene for a soccer player to see 10,000 fans gathered in the stadium, singing cheers and waiting for the game.

‘Elversberg was a team that was in the third division and then got promoted to the second division this time, right?’

The source was Sophie.

“The team that will be playing against Hannover this time is very interesting. They got promoted from the 4th division to the 2nd division in one go!”

“yes?”

“In Germany, the ‘Regional Liga’ is divided into regional leagues starting from the 4th division. Elversberg was in the 4th division, but was promoted to the 3rd division the year before last, and then to the 2nd division the year after that. Isn’t that interesting?”

“It’s interesting, but it seems difficult to get promoted to the third level.”

“Hehehe. Part 2 is on a whole other level!”

As Sophie said, Elversberg was a club that had risen to the second division after being promoted one after another.

I would like to continue the momentum and get promoted from the second division to the first division, but the reality is not that easy.

If it was easy to do that in the first place, why would people be so thirsty and excited to see a team no one expected defeat the powerhouses and win the championship?

It is touching and more valuable because it does not come easily.

Anyway, Elversberg had flown up to the second part, but now he seemed to be struggling.

Although the league was not over yet, Elversberg was currently at the bottom of the league at the midpoint.

It could have been a reverse ending that went beyond the ending of the original manga, and what’s even worse is that it could have been an ending that went back to the original.

‘2 wins, 4 draws, 11 losses in 17 matches. They will try to get as many points as possible at home to avoid relegation, so we can’t let our guard down.’

If you let your guard down due to familiarity and comfort, your starting position can be shaken. In times like these, you need to be more thorough in guarding the goal.

*

Hannover is currently ranked 3rd.

The record was 9 wins, 4 draws, and 4 losses in 17 matches, with 31 points.

Elversberg was our 1/3, 10 points.

Therefore, whether in terms of ranking or points, Hannover must dominate this match.

That was the normal flow.

but.

‘Why?’

why?

I punched the rushing header again without thinking.

‘The opponent will definitely be the weakest!’

Elversberg, who would have been beaten up even if they moved to the K League, was beating Hannover by locking them up, as if they had taken a sip of steroids as a group.

The flow of the game was very different from what was expected.

Besides, this was already the seventh corner kick.

I can’t even remember how many times I had to block headers that kept flying in.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!”

The Elversberg home fans are pumped up and singing their anthems at the top of their lungs.

Another corner kick.

The opposing players wave their arms up and down as if asking for their voices to be louder.

Every time that happens, the voice gets louder and louder.

Beep-!

Another corner kick.

The opponent’s attacks continue one after another.

‘This is a real crisis. This is really dangerous.’

After loosening the screws a bit, the opponent shook Hannover’s defense to a truly unstoppable degree.

It was just luck that we hadn’t scored a single goal so far.

Sometimes a shot comes through that cannot be stopped even by its trajectory.

There were so many shots in this game that there were a few like that, and each time we got lucky and hit the goal post, we were able to avoid conceding a goal.

‘Huh!’

I jumped up again and blocked the header.

This time, I grabbed it firmly without punching, and rolled over onto my back.

Our fucking defense is so weak in corner kick situations. We should be grabbing their jerseys or something to stop them from heading it!

‘Even a scarecrow can defend better than you guys!’

I sighed, holding back my swearing.

Corsic. It’s nice to play with you, but you really make things difficult for people.

We should seriously consider canceling and reassigning running mates.

He was designated as a running mate because he felt similar to Ko Young-jun, but he is now being treated very harshly.

If you feel the same way as Ko Young-jun, you should have run away without looking back…

“Jump forward!”

I threw the ball to Captain Fisher, who was running forward screaming.

Fisher, who received the ball well, continued to hit forward.

For now, don’t come near me at all. Please.

***

Luca Schnellbacher was the striker who took on the role of Elversberg’s ace.

He was a striker who made a great contribution to bringing the team from the 4th division the year before last up to the 3rd division, and last year, when the team was in the 3rd division, he was a top-class striker in the league and helped the team earn promotion with all his heart.

And the second part came up.

It was definitely a hassle now.

The days of good team spirit are gone, and the coach who brought the team to where it is now has been fired due to poor performance.

So, there were rumors that Daniel, who had just been given the title of director, would soon lose his job.

They were at the bottom of the league, and if they continued like this, they would not be able to avoid relegation, and above all, the team atmosphere was at its worst due to the continued losing streak.

“Here! Give it here!”

Luca Schnellbacher was on fire against Hannover in the league opener after a month away.

And the good atmosphere continued throughout the first half.

They continued to hit Hannover, a top-tier team in the second division, in a half-court game.

‘Just a little more. Just a little more. Just a little more and it’ll go in!’

It was about time for a goal to be scored.

The opposing goalkeeper was a guy named Kim from Korea who had only recently made his professional debut and was quite young.

It seems that they are trying to bring down the unshakable starter Chiller with their recent strong performance. I don’t know about other people’s family circumstances, but it was good news anyway.

‘Young people are mentally weak. So you have to shake up their mentality. Asian people are especially weak.’

Luca Schnellbacher admitted that this unmannerly behavior was neither honorable nor embarrassing, but the team was currently in a state of crisis.

It was a moment where we absolutely needed three points and a rebound was needed.

For the sake of the team’s victory, I was able to put aside some of my sportsmanship.

“Hey, you little bastard. You block things well with those little eyes. You’re short too.”

It was when I was preparing for a corner kick.

Schnellbacher said this while leaning close to Kim. Kim tilted her head slightly and whispered in his ear.

“You really can’t swear. Didn’t your mother teach you how to swear? Oh, no? You learned how to swear at home on your own-”

Kim flew up and punched Schnellbacher, who was momentarily stunned.

It’s a clean save.

“Your mom was dashing at me, so I stopped her. Good job, huh?”

A 17-year-old Korean boy winking one eye.

‘You crazy kid.’

Luca Schnellbacher shook his head and decided to change his plan. He would just do well.

I don’t think mental shaking will work, and it seems like it would be faster to just attack and score.

They continued to attack like that throughout the first half.

Elversberg’s offense was so sharp that it was hard to believe that our team had ever been this good since being promoted to the second division.

But, nevertheless,

“Eww! Shit!”

Luca Schnellbacher was left crying as he squandered another crucial chance.

It was perhaps the goalkeeper’s number one super save.

I pound the grass and throw my fists at the air, but I can’t seem to get my anger under control.

‘Why aren’t you going in? Why? Why on earth!’

The process, the development, everything is good, but it just doesn’t add up. It gets stuck at the end.

That goalkeeper was either so lucky or so good that it felt like he had used up all his luck for the year.

‘The other Hanoverians came back from a month of rest and felt sluggish, but that one alone… Damn it!’

What good is it if you develop your attack well?

What good is it if you break through the opponent’s defense by exchanging 2-on-1 passes?

What good is it if you dribble past a few people?

After all that process, the final result is a goal, but that damn goal just won’t go in.

I keep getting blocked by that little kid.

Or hit the goal post. Damn it.

All the players were running and linking like crazy to score, but the opponents were laughing at all their actions and blocking them, so I felt helpless.

The audience cheered with anxious voices as they seemed to be entering but not yet.

And then······.

“Ah. Shit.”

The opponent’s counterattack.

Hannover’s new captain Henrik Fischer was driving the ball. He even gained some momentum, and our defense was exhausted from the aggressive attack, unable to keep up with Fischer’s run.

And a 2-on-1 linkage like ours.

Fischer passed the ball to opposing striker Teuchert, who neatly slotted the ball into the net with a one-touch shot.

It was a futile counterattack goal that made all the strength drain from my body.

“Fuck···.”

I sat down on my seat with a thud.

That fucking goalkeeper.

This goal was also a goal that went in because the goalkeeper threw the ball at the right time.

I want to cry.

***

And so begins Hanover’s counterattack.

The ball possession ratio in the first half was 3:7. Hannover had 3 and Elversberg had 7.

In the first half, the attacking chances were 1:11. Hannover had 1 and the other side had 11.

However, we only managed to score one attacking chance and at half-time Jan changed tactics.

It was an attack-oriented tactic in a balanced tactic.

And the second half began with Hannover dominating from the start.

Elversberg, who had literally exhausted all their strength in the first half, fell like autumn leaves to Hannover’s attacks.

It was a matter of seconds before the score became 2:0, 3:0, and by the 61st minute of the second half, the score had widened to 4:0.

By then, the opposing coach, realizing the seriousness of the situation, quickly made a player substitution.

All players were out of stamina, so they used up all five substitution cards, and Jan Rytl also used up his substitution cards and changed his tactics.

It was defense.

More precisely, a counterattack after a defensive line.

Hannover, who had made it 4-0, locked in a locked defense and looked for a chance to counterattack, and when it seemed like the opponent was going too far, they immediately threw a long pass forward to look for a quick counterattack opportunity.

It felt like the old-fashioned Korean soccer game, but a little more accurate.

In this way, Hannover paid back the humiliation they suffered in the first half with interest in the second half.

The game ended with a record-breaking victory, with a score of 6:0.

As the final whistle blew, all of Elversberg’s players fell to the field. The fans watching them booed loudly.

Some fans, their faces flushed with emotion, were trying to storm the field, but security guards were blocking them.

“Whew. It’s literally the ending of Buk-san.”

Elversberg, who gave their all in the first half, suffered an unexpected counterattack goal and suffered a crushing defeat in the second half that seemed like a lie.

It was a score that made me worry that I would get a beating from excited fans on my way home. 6:0.

‘You should have just been a little bit more assertive.’

It really makes me sick to my stomach to see that racist guy sitting on the field with tears streaming down his face.

No. That’s not how it should be…

“excuse me.”

I tapped the shoulder of Luca Schnellbacher, the opposing striker who had provoked me.

The guy glared at me with bloodshot eyes.

“what?”

“Can you exchange my uniform for me?”

It’s a kind of trophy.

It’s like, “I gave a proper fuck to that racist guy, so I’m taking your uniform away.”

The guy seemed taken aback by what I said.

He makes an ambiguous expression, whether he’s angry or about to laugh, then sighs and takes off his clothes.

He was cooler than I thought.

I followed suit and took off my clothes and handed them to him.

“thank you.”

“Get out of here quickly, part 1.”

“You get out of here in three parts.”

Luca Schnellbacher opened his eyes wide at those words and burst out laughing.

If you laugh after crying, hair will grow on your butt.

I didn’t bother to comfort him and left for the locker room.

I’m going to suck up the 3 points well~

End

ⓒ Doctor Am

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