Amateur Old Man, Enjoy Reborn Football Life (Booked)

It had been two months since the AC battle and it was early August.

That's right. Let me briefly describe the last two months.

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First off, the season-off June was just a short while away.

I was spending time in Germany, not going back to Japan. I go to middle school on weekdays to study properly.

I was coming to Germany to study. I also need to study hard.

Secondary to 2pm drops out.

Keep going to F.S.V. 's football park to practice voluntarily.

Rendezvous with two of the example junior teams who faced each other on the practice field. They became my football players.

Speaking of which, from the middle of June, other F.S.V. U12 players also took part and we all enjoyed football.

We're all about the same age as me, so a friend-inspired football exchange. It feels like we're new to Germany.

What, is Elena your friend?

Um, she's a special advisor to the club and a lady.

I guess it feels more like "comrade football” these days than a friend.

On my birthday in late June, I turned thirteen.

I was obsessed with football, and I noticed after a few days.

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Season off ends in July.

F.S.V. practice and camping began.

This year the league opens at the beginning of August the following month. Finish your team for it.

In July, the middle class is on summer break, so I was able to devote myself to football.

At camp all day, I could learn about football.

Apart from personalities and team play, the German-style tactics study group really helped.

F.S.V. 's expert coach really taught me a lot of things.

Some of them were workshops for special advisor Elena.

She had passed a tactical qualification that even adults had difficulty mastering.

She's only eleven...... no, I don't think she's a twelve-year-old girl after her birth, she's resourceful. And it was so passionate about football.

By the way, the German summer wasn't surprisingly hot.

Unlike Japan, humidity is low, so it's easy to spend.

I ended up playing football for most of my summer vacation.

But it was a full day and a really fun July......

The fruitful July camp thus quickly passes.

And the calendar changes in August… the official German league was to open.

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First game of the F.S.V. league.

It kicks off with the whistle of the referee.

This season has finally begun.

"Courta Noro. Depending on how it unfolds this season, we'll start in the second half"

"Yes, Director"

Being a bench starter just like last time, I get instructions from my neighbor.

Still thirteen years old, he had promised not to compete full-time.

It was an extraction that took into account stamina such as cardiopulmonary function during the growing season.

That's why I've been out most of last season since the second half.

Since this director and I will be dating for four months, we will continue to think about it today.

"And the opening match is so hot..."

Even though I'm on the bench, the stadium's enthusiasm is going to push me unexpectedly.

Sometimes the opening match had more than 10,000 spectators.

Since the beginning of the first half, they have had a loud backup match.

Sometimes today is the F.S.V. home battle, with an overwhelming number of supporters on our side.

Traditionally football-loving local citizens were rocking the stadium with a grunting cheer.

Whether I'm on the bench or not, I feel like I'm being pushed back with cheer.

"No, that's a great German game... it doesn't have the same vibe as Japan..."

I fall in love with the atmosphere of the stadium while on the bench.

That's the historic German League. The air is different from Japan's J-League.

Of course, if you're in the game, I'm watching it right.

The sports vision that you've built up is handy at times like this.

"Oh... I knew it was good to be in Germany..."

"Hey, Coata. Don't get distracted!

Elena, who was behind the bench, scolds me in Japanese.

She found out that she was drunk in the stadium air.

"Be aware that you are also a top player in the Army!

"Yeah, you did. Sorry, Elena."

She is a special advisor to the club.

Besides, he is an important football comrade. I owe you a proper honest apology here.

(Well, from today on, I'm also a top player... an F.S.V. player. We need to keep our heads tight!

With Elena's encouragement, I recognise where I stand.

Speaking of which, I forgot to mention something.

In July, my team was changing.

Not the two armies of F.S.V. until June.

What a promotion to the top team in the club, F.S.V.

So the match venue isn't the same place it's been.

I was in a stadium dedicated to football at F.S.V., which now holds nearly 20,000 people.

So this supporter's enthusiasm was his first experience.

(I'm a player in the Army... I still don't feel it...)

I was promoted from the July camp.

He said he was appreciated for taking a rookie prize in the two armies and for his work in the exchange battle.

By the way, besides me, there were three people in the two armies who were promoted at the same time.

Two more army supervisors had also been promoted to one army supervisor.

Anything happened to a former military supervisor who was hospitalized after a sudden relapse. He said he was promoted as his understudy.

(I was surprised at my promotion, but don't be relieved to have a few faces I found out about...)

It is comforting to have acquaintances from the two armies in one army that has no real sense.

Especially for me, who is only thirteen years old Japanese, the environment changes dramatically.

(Probably won't get a chance for me to compete again today? Because this is the German Trilogy League...)

Even the trilogy is at a high level in the German League of this era.

The world's representative and former representative classes were gobbled up.

Incredibly, the audience also mobilizes more than 10,000 people per game.

It is a high-level world of about J1 in Japan in this era.

(I thought it was an AC fight, but the guys in the F.S.V. Army are awesome...)

F.S.V. was a historic club that also won in part of Germany about twenty years ago.

I'm not feeling well in the trilogy right now, but I'm a good fighter.

None of that would give me a chance to still be twelve-year-old.

Contractually, he's a “special player” close to semi-professional, so he probably benched in to study.

Maybe that's why I'm still unconscious of being promoted to a single army.

"Coata, it's okay, are you watching the game properly?

"Ah, Elena. Yeah, I'll take a good look."

I feel like I can speak to Elena.

The game was going on at some point.

My God, the first half of 45 minutes was over.

What's the game rolling out?... Ah, I'm losing.

At the end of the first half, self-defeated F.S.V. was losing 2-for-3.

Um, I remember exactly what the game was about.

However, in the first half, the F.S.V. was poorly coordinated and the defense collapsed.

It was the same bad pattern last year when one army lost in the league.

He was redeeming two points in Mr. Julian's lonely struggle.

All right, I remember you.

(Is that it? But I remember... what is this fluffiness...?

Move to the locker room during the break.

Instructions flew in from the director.

He was screaming that the only way to reverse it was to be more aggressive.

Elena, a special advisor, has also shared her advice with us.

He said it was time to make the moves he practiced at summer camp.

"Hey, Coata. Are you okay?... were you listening properly?

Elena's ears have been pounding after the meeting during the break.

He worried about himself, who had been in the sky all along.

"Yeah, Elena... you were listening right?

Though I answered that, my heart was still fluffy.

What is this feeling?

It felt like the first time.

Are you having a cold and not feeling well?

No... my body wasn't moving badly in pre-game practice.

'All right, we're going to change players in the second half! Courta Noro, it's time!

The second half begins at last.

Courta Noro...... that's a name I've heard of.

Maybe there was someone in this army with the same name as me?

Pippy!

Announcing the start of the second half, the sound of the whistle of judgment rings.

"Courta Noro, let's go!

Names are called by teammates of one army.

That guy is an amazing former Swedish player. He was properly signed during the camp.

That... but why would such an amazing person give me a pass?

And Nice Pass came to my feet.

"Whoa! What the hell? ⁉ This place is ⁉ eh ⁉"

Get a pass and suddenly return it to me.

The feeling of flutter suddenly cleared up.

"This is... the middle of the stadium... did I enter the game ⁉"

I'm finally back in the real world.

From the first half until now, it felt like I'd been in a dream.

(Really... Was I nervous? Is this the real nervousness......)

Extreme tension so far has been my first experience in my life.

That's why I didn't even realize it.

(I make my professional debut in the German Trilogy League......)

I finally got a feeling.

Just one army promotion and debut to just the German Pro League.

I'm nervous about too many dreamy developments and I still don't have my feet on the ground.

This is a bad situation.

(and we need to work hard anyway! All the best! We really need to blow up the tension!

My training in Germany thus ushers in a new stage.

As an F.S.V. player in the club, it was the beginning of a year of professional fighting.