Chapter 1010 A Slight Discomfort in Higo’s Fingers?!

Honestly, Higo had already forgotten when the last time he felt this way was.

It should be when he was in high school, fighting for Hakodate Nishi, where a little physical clash could intimidate him for the whole game or even more, and make him hesitate to approach any direct confrontation against the opponent’s players.

Oh, man... That was such a long time ago that Higo couldn’t help but feel nostalgic about it.

Still, the point was, it had been a long time since Higo played with discomfort in his body, and honestly, if the boy could, he would never want to recall this memory for the rest of his life.

Unfortunately, sometimes, things couldn’t be avoided anymore, just like right now when he had to fight with his fingers feeling slightly uncomfortable after making that save earlier.

While the power of that shot was not something that troubled him, the route was too tricky to handle, and he had to put all the weight of the ball in his fingers, which was not an ideal scenario to handle that threat.

Still, after shaking his hand off a few times, the boy tried his best to ignore that discomfort and put his focus back on the pitch.

No, if he said anything about it right now, this would create panic on the team’s side, and that was definitely not what the team needed when they had just gained a lead.

If anything, it was time to stabilize the team’s morale, and Higo knew what he had to do in this scenario.

"Come on, everyone! We have gained our lead, so defend it with your life!"

"Don’t let them roam freely in our territory! Surround them like before! Don’t let them get an easy ball!"

"We can do this! Come on!"

"Let’s bring the win back to our home!"

This roar caught everyone off guard. However, they all recognized that this was Higo’s attempt to lift the spirit of the team and also put them back on the original route, forcing them to move on from the goal a moment ago.

"Yeah, Higo is right! Come on, we have to defend this!" Sead Kolasinac also stepped up as the team’s captain. "Come on! Don’t let them get everything so easily!"

Now, all of the Schalke players finally got the same light in their eyes, intending to fight and defend this lead with their sweat and blood.

Of course, Dortmund also thought the same here, as they wanted nothing more than to get a goal that would level the score right now.

After the threat earlier was over, they got a chance for a corner kick, and once again, Matts Hummels managed to beat Hoppe inside the penalty box before Dortmund’s veteran defender aimed his header straight to Higo’s left.

BAM!

’Fuck!’ Higo gritted his teeth as he caught the ball there.

It wasn’t like the chance was difficult to handle. No, if anything, he didn’t even need to move to catch the ball.

The problem, though, was that the middle and ring fingers on his left hand felt uncomfortable, and whenever the ball fell on his clutch, the boy always felt a slight, sharp pain knocking on the door.

This also prevented him from throwing the ball far and launching a quick counterattack, so the boy buried the idea of doing the same scenario that gave the team so many chances in the first half earlier.

Of course, this surprised some of the players for a moment.

However, after thinking about it, they knew that Schalke had already gotten the lead, and now, their task was to waste all the time in the world slowly, and this was Higo’s attempt to do that.

After that early threat, though, Dortmund finally went berserk, overloading Schalke’s territory with almost all of their players on the pitch.

Hell, sometimes, Hummels and Akanji even crossed the center line together, joining the attack as another focal point to receive the ball and recycle the team’s possession.

However, all of their efforts still failed to get them any positive result. No, if anything, this only made their head coach’s hair turn gray from frustration, as none of their attack got close enough to Higo’s area.

"Fuck! Morey, your support is always late! Come on, be a little bit faster!"

"Matts! Thomas will back you up! Switch position and be the holding midfielder! You are better in that space!"

"Reus! Reus! Free yourself from the crowd! Receive the ball first and move!"

No one knew how he did it, but Edin Terzic had already been shouting for the last five minutes non-stop, always managing to find something that he could correct.

Honestly, his attention to detail was incredible, something that not a lot of head coaches possessed in the world.

Still, looking at the man whose voice was gradually turning hoarse, Frohling couldn’t help but smirk, snorting in amusement.

’Yeah, just shout all you want; this will not change the result at all.’ He murmured under his breath. ’Come on, everyone! Wait patiently, and make them frustrated beyond death! Once the opponent arrives again, we will kill them mercilessly!’ He signaled his players on the pitch.

Yeah, somehow, a one-goal lead was not enough to satisfy his appetite. This was the Revier Derby, so the more goals that the team could get would be better.

Now that Dortmund finally lost control of their discipline, more opportunities would come, so the best thing that they could do right now was wait patiently until the mistake was on the pitch.

Unfortunately, before that, they still had to face the unwavering attack from the home side, as things got crazier than ever.

Hell, in the 57th minute of the game, somehow, Haaland with his big body managed to dribble through three defenders in such a tight space, showing his incredible agility to find a space for himself.

Once he managed to get one, the boy didn’t hesitate to launch the most powerful shot he could muster, and seeing the ball zooming into his face like lightning, Higo couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

’FUCK!’

BAM!