Chapter 1030: Disastrous End

It all started with Morita managing to steal the pass toward the left flank. Not wanting to clear it away easily, he passed the ball to the midfield, trying to recycle possession so that not just he, but the other players could go back to their own positions first.

This was just a normal operation, not something that should bring panic to the away team’s side.

However, it seemed that Mustafi was possessed by a demon here, controlling the ball for too long with reckless body language, not even looking at his surroundings while his head scanned the frontline as if he was about to send the ball there.

No one knew what the man had inside his head. However, the damage had already been done, as, in the next second, their left winger, Yannick Gerhaldt, suddenly came out of nowhere with one foot stretching far to poke the ball away from the man’s possession.

Thud!

"FUCK!" Mustafi cursed, finally realizing what kind of a mistake he had just made here.

The ball rolled onto Maximilian Arnold’s feet, and the captain didn’t even wait for Mustafi or any other Schalke players to react before he delivered a decisive through pass to the channel area where Wout Weghorst had been waiting for him.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" Mustafi gritted his teeth, trying to recover as he rushed back to the penalty box as quickly as possible.

Well, in all honesty, this was a futile effort, since he was already two steps behind Wout Weghorst, who received the ball in the penalty box. Still, it was important to show an attitude, wanting to make himself look responsible for his mistake.

Unfortunately, though, this was proven to be his second mistake, as right in that moment, Wout Weghorst’s attempt was blocked by Higo head-on.

BAM!

"Damn! Again?!" Wout Weghorst scowled when he saw the ball bouncing back to the penalty spot.

To everyone’s shock, though, the ball ricocheted to Mustafi’s knee, and before the former German national team’s defender could adjust his stance, it hit him quite hard, making the ball bounce back to the goal before Higo could even recover from his situation.

Thud!

"Holy..." Some of the guys had their mouths gaping wide when they saw that somehow, the ball still managed to find the back of the net even in such a ridiculous way.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" The first to react was Wout Weghorst, as he finally roared wildly, venting out all the frustration that had been building inside him in this game. "FUCKING HELL! FINALLY!"

The man grabbed the ball on the back of the net, kicking it as high as he could before accepting all the hugs from his teammates.

"Hahaha! That’s a fucking good goal, Weghorst!"

"Trying to waste time?! That’s karma for you!"

"Come on! It is a draw again!"

Higo could only sigh helplessly as he watched all the Wolfsburg players celebrating and even mocking him so blatantly like this. Not that he could blame them, since the boy himself also knew how infuriating he was in this game.

He glanced at the culprit of the whole thing, and honestly, half of his mind wanted to snap at the man for the mess that he created. The man was so experienced, even taking part in the German team that won the World Cup in 2014, so how could he make such a basic mistake like that?!

Still, once he saw Mustafi looking so dead, his face so pale as if blood refused to get to his brain again, Higo just sighed one last time. He could blame the man, but the boy also knew that this was not the time to do that.

’Oh, well, he is the boss’s problem, so let the man deal with him.’ Higo muttered as he got up from the ground.

The others seemed to think the same here, as no one scolded or even said a harsh word toward Mustafi.

Honestly, some even felt pity toward the man. While the first mistake was unacceptable, losing the ball in the team’s own territory, the second one was pure bad fortune.

Who would’ve thought that the ball would bounce on his knee? And who would’ve thought that he would be so unlucky to suffer from two bad plays consecutively like that?

However, not a single one of them was willing to say anything, still feeling reluctant that the lead that they had defended with sweat and blood suddenly disappeared with one silly mistake.

Yeah, a silly mistake, since that shouldn’t happen at all.

It also didn’t help that Frohling had already made four changes so far, and all of them were with the intention to strengthen the team’s defense.

Now that the lead disappeared, there was no way they could try to get it back, as all of their offensive players had already gone at this point.

In the end, they went back to the pitch immediately, some with slumped shoulders as the team’s momentum was gone for good right now.

Of course, the same thing couldn’t be said for Wolfsburg. That goal really pumped up their spirit, as now they were so eager to score one more time to flip the table.

Their pressure didn’t decrease for even a single second, maintaining at least seven to eight players in Schalke’s territory to keep the pressure on.

Fortunately, Schalke’s defense also adjusted instantly. They all realized that one point was still better than a complete defeat, especially when they came here only with a target to get a draw.

Now, they defended back with all they had like their life depended on it, and Mustafi even played with the focus that he had never shown in the past, wanting nothing more than to pay back what he caused the team to suffer.

This state lasted until the final minute of the game, with Wolfsburg trying their best to kill Schalke while the away team resisted until the very end to avoid the final blow from the home team.

In the end, though, nothing else happened since that own goal from Mustafi, and before anyone knew it...

FWEEE! FWEEE! FWEEE!

The referee finally blew the whistle, ending the game with both teams sharing the point today.