Chapter 973: Second Half Begins! Schalke’s Blitzkrieg Attack Fails?!

Soon enough, all the players from both teams finally came out of the tunnel, getting ready to start the second half.

All the Bayern players had their eyes turned red and bloodshot, looking at the home team with murderous intent. It was clear that whatever Hansi Flick said in the locker room worked, as they were hungrier than ever to score a goal.

This time, even Thomas Muller himself didn’t come to have a little chat with Higo like he usually did in the last two games. No, he could be seen communicating with his teammates, probably trying to coordinate with each other on their tactics next.

’Yeah, they finally treat us seriously. I don’t know whether we have to be happy about that or not, huh...’ The goalkeeper couldn’t help but snort while muttering under his breath.

While he was flattered that Bayern finally treated them like they were a big team, the boy didn’t mind being looked down on. At least, that would give the team a chance to survive, as the opponent would be more laid-back against them.

Now, though, everything was different, and he also had to be ready for the incoming wave of attack from the best team in the world.

’I have already provoked them, so I need to bear the consequences. Let’s see how long I could survive in the second half...’ He took a deep breath while also getting ready under the crossbar.

Bayern also made a quick change in the second half just like Frohling had expected. Serge Gnabry was out, and the one who came was none other than the 18-year-old phenomenon, Jamal Musiala himself.

The boy looked so thin and innocent, completely out of place in the middle of the pitch.

However, at this point, everyone knew how capable Musiala was, and underestimating him would be the biggest mistake that Bayern’s opponent could make.

Still, that was for the later stage. Now that the kickoff was about to start, all the people in this Veltins Arena knew what it meant.

It was time for them to attack and chase the second goal!

Matthew Hoppe, who basically had done nothing worth mentioning in the first half, was jittery right now, wanting nothing but to challenge Jerome Boateng in a sprint battle.

’Come on, Old Man! Do you dare to match my speed?!’ At least, that was what his eyes said when his gaze burned a hole in Bayern’s veteran defender.

Morita himself sighed helplessly, at this point having already given up any attempt to warn the boy to be more subtle. No, the American striker didn’t have any of that in his bones, so it was better for Morita to take advantage of it later.

’Well, let’s see if I could get them all fooled after this...’ He murmured quietly while also shivering a little, finding the weather to be way colder than usual.

’Fuck! Whose brilliant idea is it to play a football game in the middle of winter like this?!’ The boy grumbled as well, tightening the gloves that he wore right now.

Fortunately, soon enough, the referee was ready as well, with the whistle on the tip of his lips, and without further ado...

FWEEE!

The whistle was blown, starting the second half of Schalke versus Bayern Munich today.

Soon enough, the ball moved to Morita, and the first one to come at his ass was Josua Kimmich himself.

It seemed that Hansi Flick didn’t want to take a risk, putting his smartest and most agile defender against Morita, who had already proved himself to be a tricky opponent to face.

Well, Morita didn’t panic. He just recycled the ball back to Stambouli and moved so that he could receive it again. When he saw Kimmich still following him, the boy made a quick signal that all of his teammates understood immediately.

’You think I am the only one who can distribute a long pass? Hah! Na?ve!’

True enough, instead of moving back to Morita, the ball went to Nabil Bentaleb, who had already occupied the space that the Japanese midfielder had just left.

Then, when all the attention was on him, including from Joshua Kimmich himself, Nabil Bentaleb moved the ball back to Morita, who finally had his own space to do what he wanted.

"OH! What a nasty combination!"

"Kimmich is getting fooled! Come on!"

"Morita! It’s your moment!"

This time, Morita didn’t wait for too long until someone from Munich pressed him. No, before Kimmich could turn around and haunt his ass, the boy had already swung his right foot, launching a long ball directly to the right side of the pitch.

BAM!

It went straight to Benito Raman, who was fighting against Alphonso Davies on that flank, as those two were trying to get a better position to hold the ball first.

Fortunately, it was an aerial fight, so Benito Raman, who had the advantage in height, managed to get an upper hand in this contest.

"I GET THIS!"

BAM!

Those two collided in the air, and in the end, the ball ricocheted to the center again.

There, Hoppe finally had a chance to fight for the ball as he fought tooth and nail against Jerome Boateng, whose presence was like a brick wall.

Yeah, somehow, the boy finally realized how strong the veteran defender was, as he couldn’t even move that man an inch.

Hell, he even tried some dirty tricks like pulling Boateng’s jersey or using his arms excessively, and yet, it was clear that Boateng was out of his league.

In the end, he forced his way too much, swinging his arms a little bit too excessively, and it landed straight on Boateng’s face, knocking out the veteran defender.

BRUGH!

"ARGH!" The man jolted while covering his face, roaring in pain as he rolled on the ground.

Of course, the referee didn’t need to say anything else here. Everything happened in front of his eyes, so the next thing people knew...

FWEEE!

The whistle was blown, stopping the game abruptly.