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Football: The Ultimate Midfielder, Rebuilding German Glory

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Chapter 6: Dimensional Strike One Goal and Two Assists

Football: The Ultimate Midfielder, Rebuilding German Glory

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Beierlorzer and the assistant coach high-fived, with brilliant smiles on their faces.

He knew Rolin would definitely score, but he didn’t expect the goal to come so quickly.

The Hertha BSC head coach looked calm, showing no signs of impatience due to conceding the goal, and still sat on the bench with full confidence.Full novel: Football: The Ultimate Midfielder, Rebuilding German Glory — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠

However, his inner self was not as calm as the surface, and instead, alarm bells were ringing wildly.

Although RB Leipzig had good strength, last season their counterattacks were nowhere near this sharp.

His gaze fell on Rolin, who was wearing the number 10 jersey.

As a veteran youth training coach, he saw innate talent in this kid.

And what was most important wasn’t actually the talent, but his calm mind.

From receiving the ball and passing opponents to sending through balls, and then rushing to the goalmouth to slot the ball in, every single one of his handlings was just right.

It was hard to believe he was only an 18-year-old youth.

Even if this ball were handled by players who had roamed the Bundesliga for years, they wouldn’t necessarily have handled it better than him.

At such a young age, he already had the demeanor of a seasoned general.

RB Leipzig had really struck gold this time!

Just as he was deep in thought, Hertha BSC, trailing by a goal, launched a counter-offensive, continuously producing brilliant attacks on both flanks.

But RB Leipzig’s defensive line was extremely solid, successfully clearing the ball time and time again.

When the first half of the match reached the 42nd minute, a pass from Hertha BSC attacking midfielder Kade was intercepted by Paul Groschopf, who quickly passed the ball to the left flank.

After receiving the ball, Przemysław Płacheta used his speed to shake off the defense and pushed forward rapidly.

Demirović and Rolin rushed to support the middle, and Przemysław Płacheta made a cut-back pass.

Demirović let the ball run at the near post, and Rolin behind him raised his left foot, feinting to shoot.

Hertha BSC center-back Ernesto slid down to block, and goalkeeper Schaffran also made a saving motion.

However, Rolin did not choose to shoot, but gently sent the ball to the front right.

Amangi Diawusie burst out from the right, lifted his leg and unleashed a powerful shot, the ball hitting the net in response.

Hertha BSC’s entire defensive line’s attention was attracted by Rolin, completely failing to notice the advancing Amangi Diawusie.

After scoring, Amangi Diawusie rushed to Rolin at the first instance, and the two celebrated passionately, pulling off a dual knee-slide.

Rolin played a little trick, turning his right toe inward while knee-sliding, leaving a deep trace on the ground.

The pretty young ladies in the stands saw this scene and were so shy they directly covered their eyes.

However, their fingers were spread open; covering like this was the same as not covering at all.

In stark contrast to the liveliness here, Schaffran angrily spewed profanity, rebuking the defenders for a lack of concentration.

Hertha BSC’s defenders were also very innocent; everyone thought Rolin was definitely going to shoot, and even the fans in the stands thought so.

But Rolin deliberately chose to pass, playing a bit too selflessly.

Actually, Rolin could completely take this shot himself, but he found that Amangi Diawusie had a tendency to advance, so he passed it over without hesitation.

If he chose to take the shot himself, the probability of scoring would only be fifty percent.

The opponent’s defender had already made a blocking motion, and the goalkeeper had also rushed out; there was a high probability this ball would hit them.

If he chose to pass, once the ball was threaded through, what Amangi Diawusie would face was an open goal.

Is it really that hard to choose between a fifty percent scoring probability and a one-hundred percent scoring probability?

Having said that, if this opportunity were given to a player who plays quite selfishly, they would definitely choose to take it themselves.

But Rolin not only possessed excellent football IQ, but also maturity far beyond his peers.

He could make the most correct choice at critical moments.

As the team’s core, he couldn’t just care about scoring himself, but also had to organize, coordinate, and vitalize the entire team.

A player who only has the goal in their eyes can never become a superstar.

The first half of the match ended quickly, and players from both sides returned to the sidelines to rest.

Beierlorzer clapped his hands vigorously, sending applause to this group of youngsters.

“Played well, lads, especially Rolin, who deserves praise!” Rolin accepted the coach’s praise, but did not show joy on his face.

After all, this was just the U19 League, merely a single goal and a single assist.

When Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi were his age, they were already playing first-team matches, and both had goals and assists.

Compared to them, he was still far behind; what was there to be proud of?

Beierlorzer didn’t say anything out loud, but his favorable impression of Rolin skyrocketed linearly.

This kid not only played football well, but was also very modest, not getting carried away because of his outstanding performance.

This truly was a good prospect, worthy of the team’s full cultivation.

But if he knew Rolin’s inner thoughts, he would surely be dumbfounded to the core.

Good grief, just starting out and already taking Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo as targets, his ambition was simply too huge.

But what he didn’t know was that Rolin was someone carrying a system; no matter how big his ambition was, it wasn’t an exaggeration!

Beierlorzer restrained his smile and said in a serious tone: “Although we are currently leading by 2 goals, we still cannot let down our guard in the second half.” “Hertha BSC’s attacking power cannot be underestimated.

Cheer up in the second half, and whoever drops the chain will make them experience the bittersweet agony of extra training!” Hearing this, everyone gave a start.

Good grief, RB Leipzig’s extra training was at a hellish level; they definitely didn’t want to experience it.

Even a freak of stamina like Rolin was tormented to agony by the extra training, let alone them.

The halftime break passed quickly, and the second-half match soon began.

Hertha BSC’s attacks were sharper than in the first half, and RB Leipzig’s defensive line was once in a precarious state.

When the second half reached the 75th minute, a powerful shot from Barker outside the penalty area was punched out by Tom Wallenstein with both fists.

But the football didn’t fly far, landing right at the feet of Hertha BSC attacking midfielder Kade.

Kade didn’t control the ball, volleying a shot with his right foot, and the football deflected off Dominik Frank’s body.

Tom Wallenstein couldn’t react in time, and the football flew over his head and into the goal.

Kade didn’t celebrate, and at the first instance hugged the ball and ran toward the center circle.

Rolin looked at his somewhat dejected teammates and smiled as he spoke out: “Everyone defended with no problems, the captain and Dominik Frank didn’t lose their positions, and Tom’s save was also very pretty!

They just got lucky.

Don’t forget we are still leading by 1 goal.

Everyone cheer up and strive to score another one!” Rolin and team captain Jeff Chabot pulled Tom Wallenstein up from the ground.

RB Leipzig’s players also relaxed, and a strong fighting spirit burst out from their eyes as well.

That’s right, they were still holding a 1-goal lead; what was there to be dejected about?

Beierlorzer rubbed his chin and murmured softly: “I didn’t expect this kid to also have the temperament of a team leader, truly rare.” He turned his head and said to Aigner: “Record down that this kid possesses leadership temperament; this point is very rare!” Aigner raised his laptop and replied with a smile: “Does this even need you to say?

It’s already been recorded.” After the match restarted, RB Leipzig played in an orderly manner under Rolin’s organization.

Hertha BSC was eager to equalize the score, pressing their defensive line a bit too far forward.

RB Leipzig seized the opportunity, with Elias Abouchabaka initiating a counterattack, and Rolin sending a fatal pass once again.

The one who scored this time was Demirović, who trapped the ball on the edge of the penalty box, followed by a semi-turned powerful shot.

This shot was immensely powerful, with the football having no spin at all, heading straight for the top-left corner of the goal.

Schaffran made an all-out save, but was still a beat too slow.

Relying on this goal by Demirović, RB Leipzig changed the score to 3:1, locking in the victory!

As the referee blew the final whistle ending the match, RB Leipzig achieved a good start at home.

The best-performing player was undoubtedly their new number 10 — Rolin Bachmann.

In this match, he contributed 1 goal and 2 assists, being the biggest contributor to the team’s victory.

Compared with other players, Rolin played with ease on the pitch, which was simply a dimensional strike!

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