Chapter 902: A Counterattack from Morita!

For a moment, everything seemed to be in Frankfurt’s hands. After all, they controlled the whole game, only leaving Schalke with 27 percent of possession. It was basically the home team encircling Schalke, not giving them any chance to create something.

Hell, people even started to speculate when the goal would come, as no matter how good Higo was, they truly believed that he wouldn’t be able to stop everything by himself.

People had already noticed that it was Higo who held everything together, and without him, the team’s defense was just at a relegation-zone level, so as long as Higo was beaten, everything would be alright.

However, everyone—including Schalke’s own players—forgot that some people had a greater ambition than just stealing a draw here. No, even though they laid low, those people still hid their ambition in silence, getting ready to take action once the opportunity arose.

One of them was, of course, Morita, who managed to steal a goal earlier before getting disallowed by the referee.

Currently, he was strolling around behind Mark Uth as the striker, helping to put pressure and remind Frankfurt’s defensive line not to get too far into Schalke’s territory. However, his eyes kept scanning the whole area, intending to map every single move inside his head.

’Damn, I feel like the fucking Blackbeard infiltrating the Whitebeard Pirates... Now, I just need the dark-dark fruit to appear so that I can take an action to show my fangs...’ He murmured amusedly inside his heart.

Well, the chance that he had been waiting for finally came in the 41st minute, when the game was so close to meet its end. Once again, though, it started with Makoto Hasebe moving far too forward, leaving the space between the midfield and defensive line empty.

Once the ball was back in Higo’s hands, he caught this situation immediately, and with one glance, the boy noticed Morita in the exact same position as when the goal was disallowed before.

So, without any second thought, he threw the ball there, and Morita took action immediately, not wanting anyone else to catch it.

"FUCK! IT’S HIM AGAIN!"

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE MIDFIELDERS?! GO BACK! GO BACK!"

This time, the three of Frankfurt’s central defenders dropped back instantly, trying to lock on all of Schalke’s offensive players first. Once they were so sure, though, their captain, David Abraham, stepped forward, trying to shut the distance between those two.

It seemed the man had learned his mistake from earlier. He didn’t want to give Morita too much space, wanting to avoid a solo-run dribble like before.

Unfortunately, though, he forgot that Morita was not just a boy with one pony trick. No, besides dribbling, he was known for his scalpel-like pass and vision that could get through anything, and this time, the boy took advantage of it to the fullest as he saw a big space open after it was left by their captain.

’Fabian, you are still two steps behind, but you have to move your fucking legs! Come on! Run!’

Thud!

A through pass was sent the moment David Abraham was close enough to Morita, and it went to the half-space area where Fabian Reese was running in that direction. The other two Frankfurt defenders didn’t really expect that the ball would go there, so they gritted their teeth while turning around with all their might, wanting to anticipate any penetration from that side.

"Shit! Ndicka, you run to get him! I’ll cover the others!"

"Come on! Don’t let him get it! Don’t let him get it!"

For a moment, a race was on between Evan Ndicka and Fabian Reese, as those two were chasing the ball from two different directions. The blonde winger himself gritted his teeth, knowing that this kind of a chance was something that would only happen probably once in a game, and he couldn’t waste it away if he wanted to contribute for the team.

’Morita is trusting me to get this shit. If I cannot even win in my best trait, sprinting, what the fuck am I doing on the pitch here?!’

With that thought in mind, he exerted all the muscles in his lower limb, even starting to feel the burning sensation in it. However, the winger didn’t slow down even for a second, and in the end, even though Evan Ndicka managed to get so close, it was he who got the ball first, pushed it forward, and got through the French defender completely.

"FUCK! YES, FABIAN!"

"GET THE JOB DONE! COME ON!"

Everyone was so excited at this point. Well, at least those from Schalke’s side, since all the people on the bench rose unconsciously to get a better look at what would happen next.

Frankfurt’s last defender was also feeling so nervous currently. The man, Martin Hinterreger, wanted to close the distance between them and challenge Fabian straight away. Unfortunately, he couldn’t really do so, what with Mark Uth also running behind from his blind spot.

’If I rush in, the ball could be passed on to that guy behind me. But if I don’t take any action, he could just get into the penalty box. Fuck! What should I do?!’ The defender gritted his teeth, finding a cold sweat rolling down his back.

Poor man, he couldn’t really decide what he should do in that moment. This hesitation could be seen in his half-assed movement, and Fabian didn’t need a second thought to kill that man with his speed.

’Yes! I can get this done! The goalkeeper is there, come on!’ He grinned widely, knowing that his chance to get a goal had finally come.

After locking on the goalkeeper’s position, Fabian didn’t even wait for him to enter the penalty box. No, he just leaned his body slightly so that he could plant his foot on the ground better, and without hesitation, he used his instep to aim the ball at the near post of the goal.

Thud!