Chapter 1034: A Disastrous Game

Well, it turned out that no one expected to gain anything in the game against Freiburg.

Time flew quickly, and before Higo knew it, he had already found the answer to his question, as the players failed to be in their best state to face Freiburg for a spot in the European competition next season.

Some players looked lazy, not even wanting to run faster than they usually did and even lacking a sense of urgency whenever the opponent attacked their territory.

Meanwhile, some others also looked distraught, getting beaten in an isolated play so often to the point that the closest teammates had to rush forward to fix the mess before the damage was far too great for the team to handle.

Hell, fifteen minutes into the game, Higo had to snatch the ball in the air four times already, and all of them were in a situation where he was so close to the opponent’s striker.

If he had missed by a few milliseconds, he wouldn’t have been able to claim the ball, and it would have been so easy for the opponent to put the ball in the back of his net.

The boy couldn’t help but feel annoyed here, not even showing any mercy when he scolded all the defenders around him.

"You guys... Are you fucking serious or not?! What the hell are you doing here, just wanting to stroll around stupidly or what?!" He roared after once again snatching a cross from getting too close to Emir Demirovic, who was already breathing down his neck.

"Also, Sead, you are the fucking captain! Show some attitude! You are not a newbie, Bastard! Don’t act like one!"

Sead Kolasinac just rubbed his hair awkwardly, truly not expecting to get called out and scolded by a goalkeeper who was ten years younger than him like that.

Fortunately, the man knew that he was indeed far from meeting the standard, and he deserved all the scolding that Higo spouted straight in his face earlier.

The unfortunate part, though, was that this didn’t change anything inside the team.

The wave of attack from Freiburg still came, and the most infuriating part was that those all should’ve been manageable if only the team played properly, as they usually would show.

Today, though, everything seemed to be far different than the usual.

Mustafi and Tanaka always communicated late, letting a gap between them be exploited by the opponent’s midfielders so easily.

Benito Raman and Fabian were unwilling to drop back too far, just wanting to camp on the frontline while waiting for the supply from the back.

Sead Kolasinac and Ozcipka had to cover so much ground and got overwhelmed whenever they were surrounded by two or even more of the Freiburg players.

Hell, even Morita didn’t look like himself, as his movement was so sluggish and it was so easy for him to lose the ball today.

This was definitely a strange game when everyone’s mood was at rock bottom, as no one was willing to put in more effort to save the team today.

In the end, though, their terrible performance finally got punished one minute before the first half was about to finish.

At that time, Roland Sallai, the away team’s right winger, managed to get past Kolasinac’s defense and whipped a low cross. Unfortunately, Mustafi, who wanted to cover that space, couldn’t hold back his hand’s movement, raising it high enough to let the ball hit it.

FWEEE!

The referee finally blew the whistle, pointing at the white spot inside the box as he gave a penalty kick for Freiburg.

Higo himself just covered his face helplessly, getting so exhausted dealing with all of this shit.

He wanted to be angry, and yet, the boy didn’t know who he had to lash out that bubbling fury at right now. Everyone sucked, and it was as if he was fighting alone in this game.

’Yeah, fuck it! This is starting to get ridiculous...’ He murmured under his breath.

Unfortunately, he had no time to think about that, especially since the boy had a penalty kick to face. The one who took it would be Roland Sallai himself, the one who got the penalty kick from his cross.

The man put the ball in place before stepping back three times quite calmly, watching the goal and trying to play a mind game with Higo by shaking his head once before nodding a little as if he was calculating what kind of shot he should take.

However, Higo was so immune to this kind of trick, and if anything, he just snorted in amusement at the comical scene in front of him.

Since his career began, he had faced so many penalties in the past and saved quite a lot of them, so this one was nothing special at all.

True enough, with his clairvoyance ability, the boy didn’t even get fooled by Roland Sallai’s antics, reading the intention perfectly to block the shot from his spot.

UNFORTUNATELY!

Yeah, there was still an unfortunate part in this scenario, as Malick Thiaw who should’ve cleared the ball since he was the closest one to the rebound there got beaten by Emir Demirovic.

In the end, the opponent’s striker didn’t need to do much, just heading it to the empty goal since Higo was still kneeling on the ground.

The goalkeeper sighed helplessly as, once again, he was being let down by his own teammates here.

Malick Thiaw also knew that he was at fault, trying his best to avoid Higo’s accusing gaze. However, the damage had already been done, and no amount of apology would be enough to turn back time and fix this mess.

Higo didn’t get up quickly, just kneeling quietly on the spot while also eyeing all of his teammates one by one.

When he saw that they looked so lost, though, as if they didn’t know what to do when things should be obvious like this, the boy finally reached one conclusion.

’Yeah, fuck it! We are so screwed, and nothing will be able to save us today.’