The steam in the home dressing room during halftime was laced with the raw smell of sweat, adrenaline, and cold tactical determination.
Felix Magath didn’t scream.
He simply walked up to the whiteboard, erased the wide wingers, and drew a compact central diamond.
“Pizarro, you are coming on for Zé Roberto at the hour mark,” Magath commanded in his gravelly tone.
“Leverkusen’s central midfielders are exhausting themselves trying to mark Ballack and Weiss simultaneously.
When Pizarro joins the front line, Weiss, you will operate in the half-space between Ramelow and Juan.
Drag their center-backs out of the box.”
Leonhard adjusted his shin guards, his eyes calm and focused.
“Understood, Coach.”
The second half began under the floodlights of the Allianz Arena with the intensity turned up to maximum.
In the sixtieth minute, Claudio Pizarro jogged onto the pitch, slotting directly into the central attack alongside Leonhard.
The dual-striker structure immediately disrupted Leverkusen’s defensive balance.
Minute sixty-eight.
Bastian Schweinsteiger intercepted a loose pass from Simon Rolfes in midfield.
Without looking, Schweinsteiger fired a crisp diagonal ball into Leonhard’s feet thirty yards from goal.
Brazilian defender Juan lunged in aggressively from behind, using his shoulder to throw Leonhard off balance.
But Leonhard used his hips to absorb the impact, holding off the ninety-kilogram Brazilian with his outstretched left arm.
With Ramelow rushing in to double-team him from the left, Leonhard didn’t take a heavy touch.
Instead, with a flick of his right ankle that surprised the entire Leverkusen defense, he scooped a delicate, floating no-look chip over the heads of both defenders into the six-yard box.
It was a pass straight out of a football genius’s playbook—weighted to perfection.
Michael Ballack stormed through the gaping central channel like a charging bull.
The Bayern captain launched himself into the air, connecting with a thunderous header that smashed into the bottom right corner past a helpless Jörg Butt!
Goal.
2–1 to FC Bayern München!
“WHAT A PASS, WEISS!
ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT!”
Sixty-six thousand Bavarian supporters erupted into song, the vibrations rattling the LED boards along the touchlines.
Leverkusen, desperate to salvage a point from Munich, committed seven men forward into Bayern’s half.
Dimitar Berbatov dropped deep, orchestrating frantic attacks, but Lúcio and Valérien Ismaël stood like an iron wall.
Minute eighty-six.
Leverkusen pushed too far forward.
Martin Demichelis won a fierce tackle on the edge of Bayern’s penalty box and cleared the ball upfield toward the right wing.
Leonhard chased the bouncing clearance into open space.
He controlled the ball with a velvet touch on his chest twenty-five yards from goal, cutting inside onto his stronger right foot.
Juan sprinted across to block him, but Leonhard didn’t hesitate for a microsecond.
His God’s Eye (2026 Vision) locked onto the slight gap under the crossbar.
As the ball bounced off the turf, Leonhard drew his right leg back and struck through the center of the ball with the full kinetic fury of the Batistuta Artillery trait.
The strike sounded like a cannon shell detonating across the Fröttmaning night.
The ball turned into an unstoppable screaming comet.
It rose violently, dipped sharply over the desperate dive of Jörg Butt, and crashed off the underside of the crossbar before nestling into the back of the net!
Goal.
3–1!
The Allianz Arena reached an absolute state of delirium.
A brace on his senior home debut.
Four goals in two Bundesliga matches.
At fifteen years and two hundred and four days old.
Leonhard jogged toward the corner flag, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt slightly as he spread his arms wide, soaking in the thunderous adoration of sixty-six thousand supporters chanting his name. Read this novel at novelping dot com for the best experience.
In the ninety-first minute, there was one final moment of drama.
A desperate Leverkusen cross struck Lúcio’s arm inside the box, and the referee pointed to the penalty spot.
Dimitar Berbatov stepped up to take the spot-kick.
Oliver Kahn stood between the posts, his blonde hair dripping with sweat, his eyes fixed on the Bulgarian forward like an angry grizzly bear defending his den.
Kahn didn’t move an inch until Berbatov made his run-up.
Berbatov placed a low, placed shot toward the bottom left corner.
With an explosive leap that defied his thirty-six years of age, Kahn flew across the goalmouth, parrying the ball away with a thunderous one-handed claw!
Kahn leaped back to his feet, letting out a primal roar that resonated across the entire stadium as he pumped his fists into the cold night air.
The referee blew three long blasts on his whistle.
Full time: FC Bayern München 3, Bayer 04 Leverkusen 1.
[SOVEREIGN QUEST COMPLETE: ALLIANZ ARENA CONQUERED]
• Match Result: 3 – 1 Victory vs.
Bayer 04 Leverkusen
• Individual Performance: 90 Minutes | 2 Goals (Brace) | 1 Assist
• Milestone: Youngest Player to Record a Brace on Full Home Debut (15y 204d)
• Rewards Acquired: [1x Sovereign Essence Node]
• Trait Permanent Upgrade: [Thunder Strike Lv.
2 Unlocked]
As the final whistle faded, sixty-six thousand fans rose to their feet in a unanimous standing ovation.
Up in the executive suite, Franz Beckenbauer clinked his glass of champagne against Uli Hoeneß’s with a deep, knowing smile.
Down in the family section, Clara Schneider wiped a tear of pure pride from her cheek, waving her red scarf as Leonhard looked up into the stands and smiled warmly in her direction.
The throne of Bavaria was no longer an empty seat.
The Crown Prince had officially been crowned in his own fortress.