Chapter 1003: Another Counter?!

"SHIT! COME ON, MORITA!"

"DON’T WASTE IT AGAIN, PLEASE!"

"GET IT DONE YOURSELF!"

The moment the ball landed on Morita’s chest, all the supporters roared immediately, praying that the final product of this counterattack would be better than before.

This time, though, Dortmund showed their experience once again, as they didn’t panic like before. If anything, their move was more coordinated, dropping back in order to stop the attack.

Thomas Delaney was the one whose role was to slow Morita down in the midfield. His task was not to stop him completely, but at least to make things difficult for the boy.

It was a slow-down tactic, while all the other players moved back to put pressure on Morita and come back to their own positions.

Morita could see it clearly as well, and he knew that this time, the offense wouldn’t be smoother than before.

"Oh, well, that means I have to stretch my legs a little bit, right?" He mused while also chuckling inwardly.

Once the boy had already set his mind, he didn’t hesitate anymore. The boy waited until Delaney was closer, leaving a little space behind him.

The moment that happened, Morita changed direction quickly, taking advantage of that space to get through Delaney and face the opponent’s defensive line immediately.

"Fuck!"

"Cover! Cover!"

"What are you doing, Thomas?!"

Delaney couldn’t help but curse when he saw Morita was already behind him. However, he didn’t panic, because Raphael Guerreiro shrank from the flank to chase the boy from behind.

No matter how good Morita was, there was no way he could beat Guerreiro’s speed, right?

Or... So that was what everyone thought.

Unfortunately, Morita didn’t intend to compete in the aspect where his opponent was the best at. He knew that he was outmatched in speed against Guerreiro, but that didn’t mean the others would suffer from the same fate.

’Well, Beni, you are always proud of your speed, right? Come on, show it to me!’

Thud!

A through ball was sent, and in that exact same second, Benito Raman blitzed like lightning, coming to the ball like a hungry beast.

"FUCK! HOW COULD HE BE THERE ALREADY?!"

"MATTS! That’s your job!"

"Stop him! Stop him!"

This time, panic finally started to descend, as Benito Raman’s position was so close to the box already when the whole defensive system hadn’t recovered to their original position yet.

Benito Raman also knew it, and when he noticed that Guerreiro had already changed direction back at him again, the Belgian winger realized that he couldn’t hold the ball any longer.

BAM!

A low cross was sent!

He whipped it fast, trying to use velocity to create more chaos inside the box.

It also helped that Hoppe and Fabian had already arrived there, trying to overwhelm Hummels and Akanji in that small box.

BAM!

In the end, Fabian tried to push the ball with his right foot, but Akanji also made a big tackle to block it.

"FUCK!" Fabian couldn’t help but curse, finding that Dortmund’s defense was still as strong as ever.

However, in the next second, Morita arrived out of nowhere, jumping inside the box to receive the second ball.

Before anyone could realize it, he had already swung his right foot, and once again, in the next second...

BAM!

The second shot was coming! This time, it was a low shot to the bottom corner of the goal.

In any scenario, this should be a goal for Morita, especially when he did it in the middle of the chaos like this.

However, this time, Dortmund’s goalkeeper also tried to showcase what he could do.

Marwin Hitz, the team’s backup goalkeeper who had been replacing Roman Burki, who was underperforming under Lucian Favre’s tenure, made a move immediately. He dived deep to the ground with one hand stretching far to reach the ball.

As a result, his effort was proven to be effective, as before the ball could even pass the goal line, it met his hand first, denying the goal that Morita was ready to celebrate.

"FUCK!" Morita just clutched his hair in disbelief when he saw this. "What the fuck is going on?!"

Not just him, but even Frohling also felt the same way, looking at the ball outside of the pitch in disbelief. After all, he also knew what Morita was capable of, and other than Higo, the man had never seen any goalkeeper manage to stop him at such a close distance like that.

"Fuck! Come on, Marwin!"

"That’s a big save! Hahaha! You saved our ass here!"

"Good job!"

All the Dortmund players, especially those who recovered late, couldn’t help but laugh right now. After all, yeah, the man had just saved them from the coach’s scolding, as they knew they wouldn’t be able to survive it if the ball truly went in.

Marwin Hitz himself was so flustered right now. The goalkeeper from Switzerland got up quickly and fixed his long hair while also showing a wide grin on his face, clearly feeling his heart beating faster than ever.

The man had been the team’s first choice since Edin Terzic came to the team, but he hadn’t done well protecting the goal since they conceded a lot so far.

Even though he knew that Terzic’s system would get the team conceding a lot of goals, that didn’t mean he was willing to let that happen so easily. The man had been wanting to prove that he could protect the defensive line, and this was probably the first time he was succeeding.

"What a pity..." In the DAZN Studio, Daniel Herzog shook his head in exasperation. "Morita has done everything perfectly, and yet, the better defense still wins the contest here. It is unfortunate for Schalke, as they are, once again, being denied the first goal of the game!"

Michael Ballack nodded along, and yet, his eyes were still on the goalkeeper who was still being highlighted by the camera.

"I have a gut feeling that today’s game will be a contest between two incredibly talented goalkeepers. Whoever managed to conquer them first will have the greater momentum for the rest of the game; take note of my words."