Chapter 1019: A Simulation Training! Offense VS Defense!

"I don’t know what else I need to do, for fuck’s sake!" Frohling groaned, having a headache whenever he thought about the team’s current situation.

"I mean, I don’t even know what Higo did that is so different than Fahrmann! The defensive line is still the same, and yet, their performance was way worse without Higo on the back, fuck! Do they hate Fahrmann that bad or what?!"

It was the day after the game was over, and like the usual, Frohling spent the first 30 minutes of his day moaning and complaining about his difficulty managing the team.

Not that Waldoch had any room to defend the team, of course, since the last two games had been quite disastrous for the whole organization.

After only conceding 16 goals in 24 and a half games that Higo played—Yeah, a half, as half the time when he defended the team against Dortmund was still being counted—somehow, the team crumbled instantly, conceding 10 goals in the last 210 minutes on the pitch.

As a comparison, Werder Bremen, who were the worst defensive team in the league, managed to hold their own ground in the last three games, only losing 7 goals against tougher opponents like Dortmund and Leverkusen.

This was definitely not a good sign, as their performance was way worse than even the worst team in the league so far.

"We can spend the rest of our entire morning complaining, but what is your next move, Boss?" Waldoch asked, still with his usual flat expression.

At least, though, his calmness was enough to make Frohling regain his composure as the man started to think as well. Unfortunately, this was not a situation that could be solved just by racking his brain for the entire morning.

"Punishing the team is definitely not a recommendation here." He shook his head quickly at that idea. "Two consecutive defeats are not something that any player could overcome so easily, so any punishment will make the spirit worse. But not addressing this matter is also not an option."

"Should we talk to Omar? I mean, even though he is injured and in a rehabilitation plan, he still is the team’s captain, right? Maybe he could do something to lift the mood." Waldoch suggested.

Frohling pondered that for a second. Even though he didn’t think Omar could change the whole situation just with his words, at this time, he didn’t really have any option, so the man just nodded reluctantly.

"Let’s call him after the training session is over."

However, what they didn’t expect was that the solution they were searching for was already in front of them, and they just hadn’t paid attention until that person arrived in the training ground.

That person was, of course, none other than Higo, who somehow decided that it was a good idea to challenge the team’s offense for a positioning duel.

"Come on, guys! You have only scored two goals since I left the team, you know?! Where the fuck is your fucking dignity?!"

"Hey, hey?! What are you afraid of, a crippled me?! I have just recovered from an injury, you know?! Come on, you fucking cowards!"

Well, when Higo put it that way, there was no way the offensive line would just keep silent here. No, from Hoppe to Morita, all of them eyed the boy with an anger that they had been holding since the last game was over.

"Shit! Don’t think that just because you are the best goalkeeper in the league, you are invincible, Ryusuke! Don’t forget that I am still the best in our generation!" Morita exclaimed.

"Hey, Morita! Give me a better pass, okay?! Your distribution to the box has been trash in the last two games!" Hoppe shouted as they were about to start the matchup.

"Tch! If you cannot rely on the striker, at least give the ball to me, Morita!" Fabian also warmed up on the flank side, getting ready for this matchup.

The defensive players just looked at each other with uncertain expressions, not knowing why the hell they would get dragged into this mess.

However, since the coach approved the challenge, they could only comply with this matter, letting Higo be their commander once again to face the frontline they usually supported.

"Okay, no-nonsense business here," Higo spoke shortly before the simulation began. "You guys know what they are capable of, even the littlest habit that they have on the pitch. The instruction is simple. Just kill them before they could enter the penalty box!"

With that, the simulation game finally began.

The format was simple. It was six offensive players against six defensive players, as the former would start the game from the half-line like a normal kick-off.

It would be a ten-minute game, and as long as the offensive team managed to score five goals, they would win this competition.

It might sound a lot, but they didn’t even have a defense duty here. It was all about offense against defense, so they had all the time in the world to orchestrate everything inside their mind.

If they still couldn’t win, that showed just what level they were currently at.

With that in mind, Morita started the game immediately, scanning through the whole defensive system first before playing it short to Tanaka. Those two became the control tower of the team, recycling all the possession while controlling the tempo from the back.

The defensive team themselves also moved more in sync than in their last two games. With Higo on the back, they became more confident in their movement, unconsciously knowing that they had someone big enough to handle their mess on the back.

It also helped that Higo’s instruction was always on point, just like what happened thirty seconds after the game began.

"Rudy! Move back! He is going to attack the touchline!"

"Jonas! Get ready for the second ball! Benjy will win the duel!"

"Cover up! Cover up! He is going to pass to the flank again!"

BAM!

As Ao Tanaka fell from Mustafi’s tackle before moving the ball to the wing, all the players from the defensive team roared passionately.

"YES! COME ON!"