Amateur Old Man, Enjoy Reborn Football Life (Booked)

It's been a month since I swore my battle to Mr. Lillian.

The calendar was in November.

A German trilogy league game was also held today.

"All right, here we go!

Late thirty minutes. I hold the ball in a decisive setting.

It is now two to two with the same point. This is the right counter situation.

"Come on, Mr. Julian!

Pass out to Mr. Julian on the front line who was in a great position.

While surrounded by enemies, Mr. Yulian breaks through with his personality and scores the goal as it is.

Now the game is 3-for-2 with F.S.V. reversed.

(That's Mr. Lillian. But in the situation just now, should I have shot him directly? No, I can't help but regret it)

Too bad I couldn't score a goal myself. But if we keep this up, the team will win.

I focused on the rest of the second half of the day for another goal chance.

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Then a dozen minutes later.

As it was, the game was won by F.S.V. 3-for-2.

We will triumph over to our own locker room.

"It was a nice game! That's three wins in a row!

The director was in a good mood in the locker room.

It was the worst start of the draw in seven consecutive openings. But after that, the winning streak and the team were doing well.

"Next battle too, please!

In this season's German three-part league, it is still in the bottom line. But luckily, there has never been a loss.

If we keep winning over this, F.S.V. can aim to outrank last year.

'All right, the meeting's over. I'll be there first.'

The director leaves the locker room in a good mood.

The rest of us take a shower and get dressed, and today we're disbanded.

'Uh, can I have a word? There are about six things that bother me about today's game?

In that, I make suggestions.

I was wondering if we could have a meeting just for the players in the locker room?

Even though we won, there was clearly a collaboration that needed to be improved even in today's game.

"Also, Coata. You're too hard to think about. I won, so let's make it easy. '

But Coata's pointing it out.

"Yeah, I think so, too."

My teammates are tattoos in the game.

But with all his stupidity, he accompanied me to the athletes' meeting.

This neighborhood is just a professional group.

"This semester, Julian is highly capable of scoring. That's why I passed to Julian. '

"No, but Coata had a better position in that situation."

My teammates bump their opinions on my point.

The words were quite strong but many, and some were emotional.

'If you're going to say that, that scene in the first half...'

"Wait a minute? That would be your best choice, wouldn't it?

"It worked this time, but..."

The discussion of that meeting spreads to the locker room.

We are serious about each other and opinionate on each other's play.

Some people had a fighting tone that made me worry about this one I was listening to.

Many foreigners give their opinions more clearly than the Japanese.

'A bus has arrived to the clubhouse. Please move!

Such intense meetings do not end even in the words of the stadium's staff.

Later, on the bus from the stadium to the clubhouse, a second meeting of the meeting follows.

F.S.V. has changed slightly since I declared war on Mr. Julian.

This is what happened after the most recent game, and the atmosphere was instant and intense.

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It will be the next day of the game.

All team practice is closed today.

It was Sunday again, so there was no middle class, and I had a free day.

"Ah, Elena. Morning!"

"Morning, Coata"

Say hello to Elena on Sunday's practice field.

Recent Sundays, I've been meeting Elena like every week. to hold a secret meeting on the survival of the team.

"How's Elena?

"I'm more of a bummer. The director promised me the same cooperation as before. If you're the grandfather of the club owner... almost there."

If F.S.V. didn't do well this quarter, he risked being left out by his main sponsor.

That's why Elena, the owner's granddaughter, and I, the athlete, worked hard to survive.

"How's Coata? I'd like to see my team get better with three wins in a row these days, though?

"I wonder if I haven't... if the team will have more fighting vibes..."

A month ago, for the reform of the team, I declared a scoring battle with Mr. Lillian.

The rumor spread to all my teammates at some point.

"The" Julians ”and the" Coatas "... interesting schematics."

The F.S.V. players were currently divided into two large factions.

One is the “Yulian" pushing Mr. Yulian to the scoring king.

The other was two “Coatas” pushing me to the scoring king.

"Everyone said it out funny at first..."

We both fall into the younger category of the team.

That's why my older teammates started betting funny.

That escalated step by step. That's how intense meetings started after the game.

"But for athletes who had“ warm water syndrome, "it could be a good stimulation, right?

"Am I right...? But if you say so."

F.S.V. is also a club in the German tripartite league with a high year stick in the top class. Losing out also rarely resulted in a significant reduction in the number of year sticks.

So over the past few years, athletes have been soaking in a relaxed "warm water syndrome”.

But the players have different eye colors in the last three games.

I was focusing on me and Mr. Julian, trying to bump into each other for real.

Maybe it's a fighting tone because we're telling each other the truth.

"Speaking of which, Coata. Do you, Julian, have a chance to win for your brother?

"Um, I don't know... it's hard as it is. Can you handle it?

So far I had lost by six points.

I have about two months left until the deadline, but it is a delicate situation.

"If you lose, you say you're leaving F.S.V. and returning home... are you kidding me, Courta?

Elena has confirmed with a sad face.

I was wondering if I meant what I promised Mr. Julian.

"I'm serious, Elena. Of course I'm serious about getting Mr. Lillian to change his position!

So far, Mr. Julian has been a cut out and is the scoring king of the German three-part league.

If it stays this way, a few months from now, from the top clubs in England, an offer for the transfer will come.

In other words, Mr. Julian is involved in a taxi accident and loses his life.

To prevent it, I'm seriously trying to fight.

"I don't know what's going on, but I knew Coata meant it... then don't ever lose. I want Coata to be in Germany more... because I want him to be in this F.S.V."

"Yeah, I get it, Elena. Do something to win, I will! For Mr. Julian and Elena!

"Julian, take your brother down, for your brother and me... you're a really strange person, Courta"

Indeed, what I am saying is disheartening.

But Elena, who was sinking just now, smiled bitterly and smiled at me.

The future of Mr. Julian in an accident, I can't even tell her. But I definitely want to avoid Mr. Julian's accident.

"Well, I'll hang out with your grandfather and your sponsor, too."

"Bye, Elena"

This concludes Monday's secret meeting.

From now on, we will move to survive the club on our own.

"Well, I told Elena it was okay... I wonder what's going on..."

One person stays on the practice field and thinks while lifting.

How can I win a battle with Mr. Julian?

Let's sort out the situation first.

The contents of the match are the scoring king showdown within the team.

The period runs until December 20th of the last game of the year.

So far.

-Yulian: scored 20 points in 11 games

-Courta: 14 points in 11 games

So I was losing.

"Save six points in the remaining seven games..."

I've been scoring over the last three games. But Mr. Julian is doing pretty well, too.

There's another decisive handful: I'm thirteen years old and I'm low on stamina, and I'm only in the second half of the game.

If we keep up the pace, as of the game on December 20th, I will be calculated to lose by two points.

It's a situation where you have to figure out a way to open it.

"Do you deliberately reduce the path to Mr. Lillian...?

My position within F.S.V. is MF (midfielder) with the path as the main body.

Mr. Julian, on the other hand, is the FW (forward) in charge of the attack.

In my last pass this season, Mr. Yulian had decided to score.

"No, as a footballer, that's all you'll ever do..."

Against football, I didn't want to be cowardly.

Also during the game, Mr. Lillian plays with his whole body and spirit.

That's why we have to figure out a way to beat that guy with a positive offense.

"Changing my playing style...... is the only way?

I had a creed for play that saved me waste and dominated the pass.

In elementary school, a reliable striker named Hyoma and Aoi were on the team. That's why he took control of the game for both of us and was thorough with the shadow role.

"Stop scoring, I'm moving to FW? No, this physique makes it difficult..."

Being a freshman in middle school, I haven't grown taller yet. Bones and muscles are not enough either.

In this era of German leagues, it is suicidal to jump inside the enemy's formidable DF formation.

Simply put, it's like a little middle school student jumping into a professional wrestler.

"So... what do I do...?

Hold your head as you lift.

Even though Elena made a big deal out of it, she couldn't come up with a specific way to open it.

"Do I have the talent to score dots in the first place?

I'm getting anxious gradually.

Of all the soccer positions, FW needed the most talent.

Not only is he skilled well, but he needs a sense of smell for goals and his own spiritual strength.

"The gift of a natural striker..."

Of all the players I've ever met, there were two strikers of nature.

One was your teammate, Hyoma Sawamura, and the other is Serbio Garcia of Spain.

"Those two were really awesome dotters..."

Basic techniques such as paths and traps at the moment are probably better on me than the two of us.

But those two had the ability to score beyond skill.

"Especially the U-12 World Cup showdown..."

I just remember playing then, but my chest fills up.

They would be born nature strikers. We were both always aiming for goals to make our eyes shine.

"How are you both..."

Hyoma, like me, you are here in this Europe to study football. But he should have joined the team of Italian junior youth.

I don't know his contact details over here, so I don't know what's going on with him the last few months.

Again, Serbio, as history suggests, you should be on the prestigious team in Spain.

"Speaking of you, Serbio..."

I remember something as I explore the memory of his play.

"'Coata. You must have more talent for attack. Why don't you just take it seriously?'... or"

That's what Serbio told you after the award ceremony for the U-12 World Cup.

He asked me strangely, turning to me, the subject of the pass.

It was a sudden question then, and I didn't understand what it meant.

"This is my attack talent..."

But for some reason, Serbio, that word of yours was caught.

It feels like it could cause something in me.

The words of Serbio Garcia, who will be the highest player in the European League in the future, are so great and intense.

"Okay. Let's stop thinking!

I stopped thinking. I don't like to think hard.

So I simply get to the answer.

"Even as I pass as I've always been...... I'm serious about scoring!

This was my answer.

From the next game, he decided to go for the score more seriously than ever before.

I can't explain exactly what I'm going to do.

Anyway, we're going to do everything we can to earnestly aim for a bang score.

"You're starting to get excited... it's been a long time since you've felt this way"

The thrilling feeling was similar when I was in elementary school.

That was in second grade, when I first met you Hyoma to compete.

Even compete and fight each other's scores, regardless of the pass or game make.

I was chasing the ball and going for the goal every day.

"All right, seven games left until the deadline, let's go gunning!

My operation has been decided.

This is how he changed his style of play to challenge the German three-part league to battle.