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Chapter 23: Deconstructing the Nerazzurri

I Am the Supernova of Wolfsburg

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Inside the home dressing room, Dieter Hecking demanded the squad maintain the exact same pressing volume they had established prior to the interval.

The objective was transparent: the coaching staff intended to secure complete mathematical leverage over the two-legged tie within the opening ninety minutes, avoiding any structural risks in the secondary leg.

Riding the emotional high of their continuous development, the Wolfsburg players fully endorsed the directive, checking their boots while communicating their operational targets before returning to the tunnel.Full novel: I Am the Supernova of Wolfsburg — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠

The match resumed under intense acoustic pressure from the local stands.

While the Inter Milan midfielders maintained high physical exertion, the territorial rhythm of the contest belonged entirely to the hosts.

Mancini paced his technical area with a dark expression, sensing that his central block was being completely overmatched by Wolfsburg’s velocity.

In the fifty-fifth minute, the Italian bench executed a necessary structural adjustment.

Mancini withdrew Hernanes to introduce Mateo Kovačić, shifting their central geometry to establish a technical twin-pivot alongside Shaqiri.

To alter their current passive profile, the visitors required a creative outlet capable of retention under the counter-press.

The inclusion altered Inter’s distribution metrics instantly.

With Kovačić managing the initial exit lanes, Shaqiri was freed from dropping deep into his own half, providing a secondary target for central recycling loops.

Playing under absolute territorial restriction was an exhausting exercise, and the young Croatian’s technical composure offered immediate stability.

Kovačić’s movement profiles matched his elite reputation, displaying premium ball-handling and natural coordination under contact—the exact traits that would eventually draw long-term monitoring from Real Madrid’s recruitment department.

With his presence active, the visitors generated a succession of fluid counter-attacking sequences, showing they were still capable of contesting the channels when granted a yard of space.

Neutralizing both creative hubs simultaneously became an exceptionally complex task for the Wolfsburg pivots.

However, as the match crossed the hour mark, the physical deficit from Inter’s intensive first-half tracking began to compromise their positioning.

Aside from the newly introduced Kovačić, the physiological reserves of the aging Italian roster dropped to a critical threshold by the sixty-fifth minute.

As their running velocity declined, the spaces within their defensive block expanded significantly.

The Wolfsburg forward line recognized the breakdown, shifting their alignment to punish the tracking errors.

In the sixty-ninth minute, De Bruyne delivered a sweeping diagonal pass toward the right touchline.

Leon Vance collected the drop on his instep, using a delicate, lofted ball into the wide channel to drag Davide Santon out of position.

Dost synchronized his tracking, moving out of the central eighteen-yard box to secure the lateral pass.

Juan Jesus, bound by his strict marking assignment, followed the striker’s path, abandoning his central slot to cover the flank.

The moment the ball left his boot, Leon triggered his maximum acceleration, cutting diagonally behind Santon’s blind spot toward the vacant central lane Dost had just vacated.

Dost evaluated the interior space and delivered a crisp reverse pass back into the box, matching Leon’s vertical arrival perfectly.

Juan Jesus attempted a desperate recovery run but could not adjust his center of gravity in time, leaving a massive structural seam uncovered.

Only Ranocchia remained inside the passing channel to contest the entry.

Facing the advancing center-back, Leon executed a rapid body feint, shifting the ball laterally to clear his frame by half a yard before identifying a clean shooting angle.

As Leon prepared to release the strike, Santon arrived from behind on a recovery slide, throwing his torso across the line of sight to block the target.

Remaining completely detached from emotional haste, Leon declined to force the low-probability shot.

He moved the ball sideways, delivering a soft pass to De Bruyne, who arrived at the edge of the D.

De Bruyne lifted his right boot to mimic a heavy drive, drawing the remaining three red jerseys into a desperate block.

Sensing the convergence, the Belgian adjusted his balance mid-motion, clipping a delicate return chip back over the defensive cluster to Leon.

Leon met the dropping ball on the volley, his mechanical contact perfectly centered to release a powerful strike into the far corner of the net before Carrizo could shift his weight.

2-1.

The Volkswagen Arena transformed into a solid wall of sound as Leon raced toward the baseline, high-fiving De Bruyne before executing a smooth, continuous knee slide along the turf.

“The technical coordination inside the area is spectacular!” Ballack cheered from the media gantry.

“Leon Vance secures his second continental finish through absolute precision.

I doubt there is an individual under seventeen across Europe executing at this specific standard, Lothar.” Matthäus adjusted his microphone, his expression rigid as he watched his former side surrender the advantage.

Driven by institutional loyalty, he remained reluctant to concede the match entirely.

“The tactical margin is narrow, Michael.

A disciplined side like Inter retains the capacity to secure a secondary away goal if the host’s full-backs remain overly aggressive.” “The tracking data suggests otherwise,” Ballack replied with a sharp smile.

“The control is complete.” The restart signaled a sustained offensive siege from the hosts.

Leon and De Bruyne manipulated their passing lanes with total freedom, exploiting the physical decline of the opposition’s midfield screen.

Medel, having covered immense mileage throughout the opening hour, could no longer match Leon’s turning velocity.

Whenever Medel attempted to establish a double-team alongside Guarín, Leon released the ball with single-touch efficiency, shifting the focus wide to Perisic before the screen could close.

Compared to De Bruyne’s premium distribution, Leon’s long-range vision remained a developing trait, but his short-range recycling loops kept possession entirely secure.

De Bruyne maintained total control over the geometry of the match, using sweeping long passes to stretch Inter’s defensive line across the entire width of the pitch.

Supported by the deep structural screening of Guilavogui and Gustavo, the Belgian dominated the central third, leaving Icardi and Palacio entirely isolated from service upfront.

With Shaqiri’s vertical distribution lanes completely neutralized, the visiting forwards were reduced to spectators inside the final third.

“The options are evaporating for the visitors,” Ballack noted as the match entered its final phase.

“The structural dominance from Wolfsburg is absolute.

It might be time to align your support with the local side, Lothar.” Matthäus remained silent, his gaze fixed on the pitch as the defensive coordination fractured again in the seventy-eighth minute.

Vieirinha advanced past the halfway line, collecting a crisp reverse pass from De Bruyne.

Instead of forcing a direct wide dribble, the fullback moved inside, using his body weight to obstruct Kovačić’s recovery path.

As Vieirinha drew the central markers, Rodriguez initiated a rapid overlap along the opposite flank.

Gustavo scanned the movement, dropping a weighted pass straight into the left-back’s path.

The transition moved with exceptional speed, compressing Inter’s backline against the edge of their own area.

Vieirinha tracked the deep space, evaluating the shifting positions before delivering a sharp cross from a forty-five-degree angle toward the penalty spot.

Dost was locked in a heavy physical duel with Ranocchia near the near post.

As the delivery dipped into the central pocket, Juan Jesus stepped forward to clear the line, but Leon anticipated the trajectory first.

He exploded into the six-yard box, rising above the static center-back to meet the ball at its apex, executing a powerful header toward the center of the goal.

The strike traveled with immense velocity, rattling off the underside of the crossbar before bouncing firmly past the line.

Carrizo threw out a desperate hand, but his reaction lagged a fraction of a second behind the pace.

3-1.

The home fans erupted into a continuous chant, Leon’s name echoing across the tiers as he turned toward the corner flag.

Hearing the three syllables chanted by forty thousand supporters for the first time delivered a profound sense of professional fulfillment, and he raised his arms to salute all four stands.

Conceding the third goal under complete physical exhaustion broke Inter’s competitive intent.

The institutional confidence dissolved, replaced by a defensive low block designed entirely to restrict further damage.

Even Shaqiri and Kovačić abandoned their advanced channels, dropping deep into their own half to help clutter the box.

On the touchline, Mancini leaned back against the dugout, realizing their European campaign had reached its functional conclusion.

Having assumed administrative control mid-season, the manager accepted the pragmatic reality: their remaining resources were best directed toward securing a domestic top-four finish in Serie A.

The Europa League had always been an auxiliary objective for their current depth.

Wolfsburg, however, showed zero competitive mercy.

They were not a side to afford an international giant room to recover, continuing to press their advantage to eliminate any administrative complications ahead of the travel to Milan.

In the eighty-first minute, Gustavo stripped the ball from Shaqiri near the center circle, moving it forward with a sharp vertical pass.

Granted complete spatial freedom, De Bruyne assess the lines and unleashed a magnificent, forty-yard through ball that traveled straight down the right seam of Inter’s penalty area.

Leon Vance triggered his run from an exterior channel, covering twenty yards of turf at maximum velocity to pierce the box.

Reaching his peak acceleration threshold, he utilized his maxed-out Balance and core stability to execute an abrupt, sudden stop, dragging the ball back to unbalance the recovering fullback.

He initiated the second movement instantly, cutting diagonally across the face of the area to search for a clean window.

Dost dragged Ranocchia deep to clear the central lane, preventing the center-backs from forming a cohesive double-team.

Leon turned halfway toward the target, opening his hips to release a perfectly curved chip shot aimed at the top left corner.

The trajectory bypassed the defensive cluster, outbreathed Carrizo’s despairing dive, and settled into the roof of the net.

4-1.

A senior hat-trick in European competition against an icon of Italian football.

“GOAL!

The hat-trick is verified!” the broadcast announcer went wild.

“Leon Vance hits three past Inter Milan!

To deliver a performance of this magnitude on the continental stage at his age is an historical anomaly!” Even Matthäus joined the praise, leaning into his microphone.

“The mechanical composure is undeniable.

De Bruyne’s distribution remains elite, but the individual execution from Vance carries the parameters of an absolute star player.” The final whistle confirmed the 4-1 scoreline, locking down an authoritative home victory that left the Nerazzurri facing an impossible recovery path at the San Siro.

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