The second half had just begun.
Adrian Vandenberg stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, his gaze locked onto the pitch.
His focus was entirely on his players in possession.
Though deep down he knew the outcome was still up in the air, he firmly believed the team would deliver a better performance after the halftime adjustments.
Munich 1860 kicked off first, the ball being passed to Florian in midfield.
He turned gracefully, shielding the ball with his body against the pressing of the Stuttgart midfielders.
With nimble footwork, he quickly distributed the ball to Stefan, who was making a high-speed run down the flank.
Stefan received the ball and exploded Forward, his acceleration tearing right through Stuttgart’s right flank and leaving his marker far behind.
Gasps erupted from the Stuttgart fans in the stands, but that was only the beginning.
Stefan charged to the edge of the penalty area.
Seeing two opposing defenders tracking back quickly, he didn’t choose to shoot directly; instead, he decisively squared the ball into the center of the box.
Saša understood the intent perfectly and arrived right on time.
Holding his position, he met the ball with a direct side-footed shot, and the ball tucked precisely into the bottom right corner of the net!
“GOAL!!!!!!!!” the commentator shouted excitedly, his voice sounding as if it would pierce through the entire stadium.
Saša spread his arms and sprinted toward the sidelines, embracing his teammates tightly.
This goal stemmed from the veteran Saša’s finishing and Stefan’s coordination.
As a Forward in his thirties, his shooting technique remained impeccable.
Despite the massive boos erupting from the Stuttgart home fans, he didn’t mind at all, simply pumping his fist toward the distant stands in a display of pure dominance.
Adrian applauded Saša from the sidelines.
This goal was not only a manifestation of Saša’s individual ability but also a success of the tactical adjustments.
“Stefan, just like that!
You’ve made huge progress!” Adrian shouted to Stefan.
Stuttgart was not a team to be easily crushed.
After falling behind by a goal, they immediately organized a fierce counterattack.
Takuma Asano appeared frequently on the wing, constantly trying to break through the Munich 1860 defense with his speed and agility.
In the 55th minute, Stuttgart earned a corner kick.
The corner was taken, the ball flying high into the center of the box.
Stuttgart striker Simon leapt high and powered a header toward the goal.
Munich 1860 goalkeeper Zimmermann made a desperate save.
Although he got a touch on the ball, the power was too great, and it eventually crossed the goal line.
“Zimmermann did his best, but there was nothing he could do about that one; it was an unstoppable shot,” the commentator remarked.
“Stuttgart has shown their resilience!” The score was level at 2-2.
While the Stuttgart fans on-site let out deafening cheers, Adrian didn’t show the slightest hint of panic.
He walked to the touchline and shouted loudly, “Steady the rhythm, boys!
It’s just an equalizer, we haven’t lost!
Don’t panic!
We still have time!” The 2-2 scoreline made the match even tighter, and the contest between the two teams reached its climax.
Under Adrian’s tactical guidance, the players continued to hold their ground, looking for opportunities to counterattack.
In the 65th minute, Munich 1860 intercepted the ball in midfield.
Florian quickly distributed it to the wing, and Stefan accelerated again, breaking through between two Stuttgart defenders and forcing his way into the box with pure speed.
However, this time he chose to shoot directly.
The ball was parried by the opposing goalkeeper but fell to the feet of Stojković outside the penalty area.
Stojković didn’t hesitate for a second and struck a direct volley!
The ball flew like a cannonball straight into the top corner of the goal, leaving the Stuttgart goalkeeper completely helpless.
“GOAL!!!!!!!!
Stojković!
A worldie!
A world-class goal from a defender!
This goal is definitely the Goal of the Week!” The commentator was nearly frantic, repeatedly marvelling at such a rare strike.
This goal undoubtedly gave a massive boost to the morale of the entire Munich 1860 squad.
Stojković spread his arms like a soaring eagle, the excitement and pride on his face plain to see.
After running to the corner flag, he performed a sudden knee slide, pumping both fists into the air before heavily thumping his chest and shouting something.
His voice was drowned out by the boos and cheers, yet it was filled with heroic passion.
His teammates quickly swarmed him, surrounding him in a group hug.
Adrian strode to the touchline, his voice rising above the din of the stadium as he shouted, “Stojković, you can enjoy a massage when we get back!
You’ve earned it!” “Thanks, Coach!!!!!” he responded loudly.
With the lead reclaimed, Munich 1860’s momentum grew even stronger.
Stuttgart, on the other hand, appeared somewhat agitated.
Several of their attacking attempts fell apart due to haste and panic.
Takuma Asano was getting anxious.
Since joining Stuttgart, he had yet to score a goal.
He wanted to prove his worth to Arsenal who sent him on loan; he didn’t want to fade into obscurity.
Unfortunately, Takuma Asano’s several attempts to break through with speed were all successfully neutralized by the opposing backline.
In the 75th minute, during a rapid break, Asano was decisively tackled by the defender Jan and fell heavily.
He clutched his foot in pain, unable to get up for a long time.
After confirmation from the team doctor, he was eventually carried off the pitch on a stretcher.
The Stuttgart home fans erupted in angry boos, but Jan stood up expressionless, patted his shin guards, and turned to run back to his defensive position.
“From the replay just now, it doesn’t look like a foul.
Let’s see the referee’s judgment,” the commentator said.
After reviewing the footage, the referee saw that Jan had not committed a foul during the tackle as he brought down the ball first then the player and signaled for play to continue.
“It’s a shame; his injury doesn’t help the team to win a foul.
This loan player from Arsenal has yet to score a single goal, and the injury looks serious.
It seems he won’t be getting many more chances to play this season,” the commentator noted.
Adrian hadn’t expected Takuma Asano to be so fragile.
His physical contact attribute was only 13—neither high nor low.
Perhaps it was due to high training intensity, combined with his impatience to push forward which led to inherently high injury probability, that led to his forced substitution.
“Strike while the iron is hot!
They’re down on play!
Frontline, organize one last attack!
We want a beautiful victory!” Adrian commanded from the sidelines.
In the 85th minute, Munich 1860 launched another offensive.
Stefan surged Forward at high speed with the ball on the wing.
Without Takuma Asano’s interference, his attacking rhythm was even smoother.
After leaving the defenders in his wake, he sent in a cross.
Florian received the ball and quickly shook off two covering defenders before calmly slotting it into the far corner!
The score was updated to 4-2!
“Florian!
He is the top marksman for Munich 1860, and he has finished off Stuttgart in his own style!
Let’s congratulate Munich for taking these precious three points right from under Stuttgart’s nose!” the commentator shouted.
On the pitch, the Munich 1860 players celebrated wildly, while the Stuttgart fans responded with a chorus of curses and boos.
Some cursed their own players, but more were directed at the Munich 1860 squad.
Adrian understood German and didn’t care about the harsh profanities at all.
He cupped his hand to his ear, gesturing for the home fans to shout even louder.
The post-match press conference began amidst a cacophony of noise.
Adrian wore his team jacket, his face radiating confidence.
His hands were folded on the table in front of him as his gaze swept over the bustling crowd of reporters below.
The first to ask a question was a reporter from Kicker, a veteran known for his sharp inquiries.
“Mr.
Vandenberg, congratulations on your two consecutive League wins.
However, some believe that the 3-0 victory over Düsseldorf in the last match was largely due to luck, and that today’s match was simply a result of Stuttgart making too many mistakes.
What is your take on this?” When the reporter threw out this question, his tone carried a hint of testing and disdain.
It was clear he still didn’t quite acknowledge the Belgian coach.
The corner of Adrian’s mouth twitched upward, as if he had long anticipated this question.
He paused for a moment, answering with mock seriousness.
“Ah, luck…
to be honest, it’s quite a headache for me too.
If you know how to keep it on my side all the time, could you let me know?
I’m willing to pay.” He paused, scanning the room before adding, “Of course, if you still feel it’s all down to luck, then I can only say my luck seems quite good—if this good fortune can be maintained, then my players won’t need to train hard anymore.” The remark was delivered nonchalantly but carried a quiet counter-punch, causing the reporters below to chuckle in low voices.
The Kicker reporter was clearly a bit helpless, only able to force a smile and quickly look down to record something.
Immediately after, a reporter from Sports News stood up, switching to a relatively lighter question.
“Mr.
Vandenberg, who do you think was the Man of the Match today?
Could you share your thoughts with us?” Adrian sat up a bit straighter, that cunning smile reappearing on his lips.
“Man of the Match?” He deliberately drew out the words as if in deep thought.
Then, he spread his hands and said in a relaxed tone.
“Regarding this question, I think you should go ask the Stuttgart players.
They truly felt the threat from every single one of our players today; perhaps they have more of a right to speak than I do.” As soon as he finished, the room gave a light chuckle, with some reporters murmuring among themselves.
Seeing this, Adrian took the opportunity to continue his banter.
“Of course, if I had to choose one, I can only say that Stuttgart’s defenders were very ‘generous’ today.
Jan and Stojković helped provide the team with many opportunities.
I really admire that level of assist-making.” This humorous response completely livened up the atmosphere at the press conference.
The reporters took notes while laughing, clearly impressed by Adrian Vandenberg’s wit.
The atmosphere of the post-match press conference grew increasingly lively, and the reporters’ questions became sharper and sharper.
A reporter from Bild stood up and asked in a somewhat probing tone.
“Adrian, what do you think of Takuma Asano’s performance?
As a player on loan from Arsenal, expectations were high for him, but today’s performance seemed a bit subdued.
Where do you think the issue lies?” Adrian Vandenberg smiled calmly.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the table a few times before speaking in a measured, diplomatic tone.
“When players step onto a big stage, the pressure can be immense.
Sometimes, if they struggle to fully execute the tactical framework, it creates frustration and leads to mistakes.
That is a hurdle many young players have to face and overcome.” He paused briefly, maintaining a composed expression, and then continued.
“Takuma is a talented player with a lot of potential.
Adapting to the pace and demands of this level takes time, but I believe he will continue to grow and find his rhythm as the season progresses, like a car moving on a highway.” A warm murmur of appreciation rippled through the press room.
A German reporter nodded approvingly, smiling as he followed up with a question.
“Adrian, speaking of cars, what kind of vehicles do you prefer?” Adrian Vandenberg offered a polite, knowing smile.
“As for cars, I have always preferred German engineering,” he replied smoothly.
“They use solid materials, boast powerful performance, and above all, they are reliable and stable.” He gave a slight, respectful nod toward the German journalists in the audience.
“Much like German football itself—disciplined, rigorous, and built to withstand the pressure when it matters most.” Adrian Vandenberg’s thoughtful comparison resonated with the room, subtly nodding to two things Germans take immense pride in: their engineering and their football.
Murmurs of quiet approval rippled through the press section as reporters exchanged pleased glances.
“He’s quite sharp,” a German journalist remarked softly.
“He understands more than just the game itself.” However, a reporter covering Arsenal raised a hand, looking slightly unconvinced.
“Mr.
Vandenberg, you mentioned the pressure of a big stage, but do you think it’s fair to single out a young loanee like Asano so publicly?” Adrian offered an easy, reassuring smile, his tone completely professional.
“It wasn’t meant as a critique of his character or potential, but rather an observation on the steep learning curve every young player faces.
Adapting takes time, and patience is part of the process.” He paused, a light-hearted glint in his eye, and added, “Though if anyone at Arsenal wishes to debate vehicle reliability, I am always open to a chat about car engineering.” A wave of light, good-natured laughter filled the room at the smooth pivot.
A young reporter near the front smiled and called out, “Adrian, it seems your wit is just as sharp as your tactical vision.” Adrian spread his hands in a gesture of gracious acceptance.
“Then I thank you for the compliment.
Though I suppose if my tactics were ever duller than my jokes, we would truly be in trouble.” In the latter half of the press conference, the reporters’ questions became more relaxed, and Adrian Vandenberg always maintained a neither humble nor arrogant attitude, using humor and wisdom to defuse every sharp or probing question.
Finally, when the press conference ended, he stood up and bowed slightly.
“Thank you everyone, see you next match.
I hope to see your familiar faces then.” — T/N: You won’t believe me, it was so racist of an interview like, words description are insufficient, he called bro a Nissan car which is fragile and not worth investing in player like these and then publicly called him trash, he spoke to arsenal to invest in youth than to invite trash japanese players, to just curry favor with German media who was destroying him, like man the ass licking, this is the first time saw a Chinese author have ass licking as their skill.
Its good that I haven’t read the full novel just proof read destroy racist ass licking, we will say this from now on, and then bam!
upload chapter, that’s what I am doing.
— After all the post-match work was finished, the players could finally rest completely.
The intensity of this match was much greater than the previous one, and the team members had consumed a lot of physical energy and needed a good rest.
Adrian Vandenberg returned home, took a quick shower, and sat at his desk.
He hesitated for a moment before finally opening Instagram, preparing for an interactive live stream with his fans.
He knew that on the stage of German football, there was always a group of Belgian and global fans who loved football watching him from behind.
As soon as the live stream started, viewers flooded in rapidly.
In the frame, Adrian Vandenberg was wearing a Munich 1860 short-sleeved shirt, with a trace of fatigue on his face, but even more so, an irrepressible excitement.
“Good evening, guys, we meet again.
Today let’s talk about the match that just ended, Stuttgart vs.
Munich 1860.” The bullet chat instantly flooded the screen, with messages scrolling rapidly: [“Oh my god, I’ve finally waited for your live stream.”] [“Streamer, can you share with everyone how you won?
I really want to hear it.”] [“This match was played really well.”] Adrian Vandenberg looked at these enthusiastic comments and smiled.
“This match was indeed not easy; the intensity was much greater than the Düsseldorf one.
Especially in the first half, my defense had some issues, but fortunately, we pulled it back in the second half.
Let me explain it to you, guys.” Seeing that Adrian Vandenberg was about to explain tactics, the fans in the live stream room perked up.
This was a proper professional tactical explanation.
Adrian Vandenberg picked up a whiteboard from the table and drew a simple diagram of the pitch on it.
“Before the match, I studied Stuttgart.
Their wings are very fast, especially Takuma Asano, combined with Mane’s coordination, they shouldn’t be underestimated.
So, I arranged for Stefan to use his explosive pace along with diagonal runs, while having Stojković and Jan in the backline strengthen their positioning to avoid being cut through directly by their wingers and midfielders.” [“Streamer, where did the inspiration for this tactic come from?”] [“Stefan’s instant acceleration today was terrifying!
Takuma Asano was left far behind in explosiveness.”] [“By the way, how did Asano get injured in the end?
Was it a tactical arrangement?”] Adrian Vandenberg shook his head.
“No, there is nothing intentional, but I did borrow some defensive ideas from others, specifically Emery’s tactics, but I emphasize attacking in the front court more.
As for Asano’s injury, that was a normal defensive play.
Jan’s tackle was clean and decisive, first contact on the ball and then player, so no foul.
The injury was his own problem.” He looked at the bullet chat and continued.
“As for the key to victory, I think it’s the execution of our Forward players, especially the coordination between Florian and Stefan.
And Saša, he is currently our most stable attacker.
Also, did everyone notice the goal Stojković scored?” [“I noticed!
A world-class goal from a defender, hard not to notice.”] [“Streamer, what were you shouting at the time?”] “Me?
I was so excited I jumped up and shouted ‘Beautiful!
Just like that!’.
That kid really performed well this match.” The bullet chat exploded once again: [“It’s so good to see a Belgian coach, and so young and so handsome too.
It’s really great.”] [“Streamer, I just want to ask, if you achieve great results in the future, will you have the chance to come and coach the Belgian Football Team?”] [“Yes, yes, streamer, will you have the chance to come back and lead the Belgium in the future?”] Adrian Vandenberg saw these messages and fell silent for a moment, then looked seriously at the camera.
“I know that my being here isn’t just for a German team.
I hope through my own efforts, just like why I start these live streams, to let everyone see that people like me who don’t play football can also win respect on the international stage.
Although the road is still long, as long as I am still in this position, I will definitely give it my all.” Adrian Vandenberg continued.
“As for coaching the Belgium Football Team, it’s still too early.
I still need to do a lot of preparatory work—funding, personnel, venues, and so on.
These are all issues.
Most importantly, it’s my own coaching record.
My current experience is still too little.
Along the way as a coach, I can’t do without everyone’s support and encouragement.
For now, I can guarantee one thing: at the very least, after this season ends, I will definitely provide a satisfactory answer to my guys.” The fans’ replies were even more enthusiastic: [“Streamer, I really hope you coach Bayern Munich.
That way there should be a chance to bring our Belgian kids into the Bayern youth academy.”] [“The streamer said it so well!
A ten-year Munich 1860 fan reporting for duty.”] [“I have high hopes for the streamer.
If you really need everyone’s help in the future, you can say it in the live stream room.
We’ll all work together to help with football.”] [“I hope to see the streamer coach a giant Club in the future.”] The live stream lasted for over an hour.
The fans bid farewell reluctantly, and Adrian Vandenberg also ended this pleasant interaction.
He turned off the stream and took a deep breath.
The night outside the window was still dark, but there was an extra sense of steady strength in his heart.
His path has only just begun.
In Belgium, far across the ocean, many eyes are already silently watching and supporting him.
— T/N: This is the original conversation, I am sure if you have read it you would be trashing me so yeah at the end of chapter so grace the racism deployed here, This is the original conversation, “Adrian, what do you think of Takuma Asano’s performance?
As a player on loan from Arsenal, expectations were high for him, but today’s performance seemed very mediocre.
Where do you think the problem lies?” Adrian Vandenberg smiled slightly.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the table a few times before speaking in a relaxed tone.
“If I were the head coach of Arsenal, honestly, I would rather invest that money in youth training or, more practically, improve the living standards of the first-team players.
After all, as a giant Club, resources should be used where they matter most, not for loaning this kind of, um…” He paused intentionally, as if weighing his words, then a meaningful smile curled the corners of his mouth.
“Players who seem brilliant in the short term but actually have many issues.” The reporters held their breath, waiting for his next sentence, and Adrian Vandenberg certainly did not disappoint them.
He continued.
“Takuma Asano, I can only say, is like a Nissan car of questionable quality.
It looks good and the design is fancy, but once it hits the road…” He spread his hands, his tone carrying a trace of mockery.
“Regrettably, it shatters on impact.” A burst of laughter erupted in the hall.
Many reporters laughed out loud, and some even couldn’t help but slap their thighs in their seats.
A German reporter couldn’t resist saying: “Adrian, your analogy is absolutely brilliant.” A German reporter couldn’t help but ask with a smile.
“Adrian, then what kind of car do you prefer?” After hearing this, Adrian Vandenberg showed a meaningful smile: “As for the car I like…
I prefer German cars.
They use solid materials, have powerful performance, and most importantly, they are reliable and stable.” As he spoke, he gestured slightly towards the German reporters in the audience.
“Just like your football, although it sometimes seems to lack flair, it is always steady and solid, never failing at critical moments.” Adrian Vandenberg’s words struck a chord with the Germans present.
Cars and football are considered two of Germany’s national treasures.
The German reporters were beamed with pride by these words, and many began to praise him in low voices.
“This coach is quite interesting; he doesn’t just know football, he knows cars too.” “No wonder he can achieve results at Munich 1860; he sees things very clearly.” However, an Arsenal fan reporter asked unconvincedly.
“Mr.
Vandenberg, isn’t your evaluation of Takuma Asano a bit too much?
Won’t Arsenal have some issues with your remarks?” Adrian Vandenberg shrugged with a smile, his tone relaxed: “This is just my personal opinion.
Besides, I was talking about cars, not players.” He paused and intentionally added, “Of course, if Arsenal really has an issue with me, I suggest they try switching to a German car.
They might discover a different ‘driving experience’.” These words once again drew laughter from the entire room.
A young reporter even blurted out.
“Adrian, it seems your sense of humor is as excellent as your tactical level.” Hearing this, Adrian Vandenberg spread his hands and said with a smile.
“Then thank you for the compliment.
But if my tactical level were worse than my sense of humor, that would really be unacceptable.” T/N: If you have read till here, than man you are something, but worry not when I am here do not fear.
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