Amateur Old Man, Enjoy Reborn Football Life (Booked)

Two months have passed since I swore my battle to Mr. Yulian.

The calendar was in mid-December.

German trilogy league games were still held today.

"All right, right here!

Later half thirty minutes. I hold the ball in a decisive setting.

Same point now, one-on-one. It is a perfect reversal of the situation.

"Hey, Coata!

An ally who was in front of the goal demands a pass. He was a former Swedish representative and highly physically capable FW.

"Let it be!

But the enemy team's defenses are also moving fast. I'm going to block the pass course with a thorough mark.

"Mr. Coata!

A request for a pass also came from Julian, an ally who was on the other side. The enemy team's defense will respond even more robustly to the emergence of a scoring king currently in the German three-part league.

"Thanks to that, the reverse side is sweet!

In the meantime, a momentary gap was created in the defense of the enemy team.

I don't miss that gap and switch from path to dribble all at once. Keep shooting hard.

"Goal!"

Live people's voices echo in the stadium.

My chute got stuck in the goal net. [M]

"Wow!"

"Coata! Coata!

"Coata! Coata! Coata!! '

At the same time, the audience at the stadium cheers loudly.

The supporters of F.S.V. were crying out in solidarity with my registered name, 'Courta Noro'.

Over 10,000 spectators are excited about the reversal goal and the entire stadium is shaking heavily.

"Thanks a lot!

After scoring a goal, I bow down to such an avid supporter seat.

I'd really like to pose cool and appeal, but I still can't be ashamed of myself.

Is that it? If you look closely at the supporter seat, there's also a cross section with my number and name 'Coata 14' on it.

When was such a wonderful thing...... I am impressed with this.

'You did it, Coata!

'That's a lot of bastard, dude!

You changed your operation and you used us for a living, let's do this!

My teammates attacked me one after another when I was so impressed.

This is an act of celebration for the F.S.V. routine scorer. I'm gonna slap a bee and my whole body.

Especially the former Swedish representative I deliberately slapped, laughing bitterly.

'Oh, I'm sorry. But somehow, it felt better for me to hit...'

In the meantime, make excuses and escape the attack of celebration.

Either way, F.S.V. has a lot of tough players. If I keep getting slapped like this, my still weak middle school body will be full of blue bruises.

"Ugh, that hurt...... but you look like a big goal today in a good way. All right, let's go for more!

The game is still fifteen minutes away.

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.

The game was won by F.S.V. on a 3-on-1 basis with me making more additions.

We, F.S.V., triumph into our own army locker room.

"It was a nice game! That's ten straight wins, you guys!

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

This season's F.S.V. was the seventh straight draw of the opening, with the worst start. But after that, he won the Miracle Ten in a row.

"The next battle is the last game of the year. Before Christmas, please, you guys!

There's no reason why the director should be in a good mood.

Ten straight winners, F.S.V., were running up to fourth place in the German three-part league.

Today is mid-December and the next game will be the last game of the year. If we can get a winning spot next time, F.S.V. will rise to third place.

'All right, the meeting's over. Keep up the celebration tonight, you guys.'

The director leaves the locker room in a good mood.

During the season in F.S.V., athletes are free to drink in private. Tomorrow the practice is also all day, so the liquor-loving Germans will taste the winning drink of the evening.

The rest of us will be disbanded today.

'Hey, guys. Take a shower, get dressed. We're having a players' meeting!

But in the meantime, F.S.V. 's captain will be the center of the athlete's meeting.

All players, including refraining, will be discussing improvements and good play in today's game.

Two months ago, the athlete meeting I told you about was now a routine activity for nature and the team after the game.

"That first half scene..."

'No, that play...'

"The collaboration between the defense and the middle..."

'And more for all...'

F.S.V. has many serious German players. I was also actively participating in these meetings to give my opinions.

Also, foreign frames players are highly conscious of experiencing representatives from different countries and generations. Everyone hasn't hesitated to attend the meeting.

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

Such 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.

What's on the agenda is, 'How can F.S.V. win? Can you play professional?' and so on.

(This is the adult's... professional idea... don't be a study)

I was excited to attend such a lively meeting.

By exchanging opinions with real German athletes, my professional consciousness grew rapidly within me.

(Nevertheless, F.S.V. may have become more active these days...)

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

Until a month ago, it was just a one-touch, fierce atmosphere to express opinions.

But now they were coming together for the team's victory, even though they were bitterly in disagreement.

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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.

"In about an hour, is it time for Elena to come?

Last Sunday, I've been meeting Elena like every week. I'm here faster than she is, waiting for her to practice herself.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Did Elena come early?

I see signs of someone coming to the practice area.

There's no team practice today, so no one else from Elena should be coming.

Good morning, Mr. Coata.

"Huh...? Good morning, Mr. Julian."

But even the same Vasmeyer family came, but his brother, Mr. Julian.

What's wrong with having no team practice today?

"I came to talk to you slowly. Are you all right, Coata?

"Talk to me about this... yes, of course I'm fine!

I hear Mr. Julian wants to talk to me. What the hell would that be?

You mean yesterday's game? Or are you talking about the game plan for the next game?

"It's not about the game, it's about the two of us, Mr. Courta."

Oh, well.

Are you talking about the battle between me and Mr. Julian?

I've been focusing on getting my dots anyway for the past month, and I totally forgot.

I was conscious of taking points to win the battle, but I forgot what I did at the end of the day.

"I didn't know you forgot about the battle. But Coata in the last few games you've been so focused on goals that it's probably not surprising..."

What I forgot, it seems, was spotted by Mr. Julian as well.

As the words put it, the past month has been grumpy. Anyway, I spent every day thinking about taking enemy goals.

"Uh, Mr. Lillian is winning the current scoring battle by two points. This Saturday is due..."

I sort out the current situation.

This Saturday December 20th will be the last game of the year.

So far, I've been chasing Mr. Julian up to two points away. It is a marginal battle that cannot be read to the end.

"Right, Mr. Courta. Next game is destiny..."

If you lose this scoring battle, you are forced to make a big decision.

If you lose to Mr. Lillian, a change of position from the FW of the current attack to the DF of the defense.

If I lose, I will leave F.S.V. and be forced to return to Japan.

"Mr. Coata, are you serious about this battle?

Mr. Lillian has asked with a strange face.

I was wondering if you really would be more penalized for losing?

"Yes. Of course I mean it!

I answer instantly.

I forgot a little about the battle, but this thought was serious.

"Honest story...... now F.S.V. doesn't want to lose you. This is the will of all captains and teammates. Now the atmosphere in the team is good, so you can joke about the bet itself."

Against me like that, Julian told me the truth.

He said he came here today to represent F.S.V. 's teammates. Two months ago, my teammates, who were joking and making bets, were seriously worried that I would lose and leave.

"So why don't we stop this fight?

Ms Lillian has made a serious suggestion.

Without the very existence of the battle, I was wondering if I would continue to play as my teammate has always been?

Serious Mr. Lillian is not the type to make jokes. I've been serious about proposing to stop the fight.

"Really, Mr. Julian? But listen to me for a second. I have big dreams right now..."

I open my mouth to Mr. Julian like that.

"My biggest dream is to become a great football player and help build a professional club team in Japan's local city..."

This was the biggest goal of my life, never bracing in me.

This is how I dedicate all of my reincarnated life to football.

"Would you be a great football player... indeed, Coata, it would be possible. That's why we should still stay in Germany without going back to Japan!

Mr. Lillian asks with a serious look at any moment.

In Germany, a football developed country in this era, we have persuaded that we should learn more.

"Thank you, Mr. Lillian. But listen a little more. It's my dream, but I have another one during my time in this Germany!

"During my time in Germany? Another one?"

"Yes! It's about getting this team... F.S.V. to be the greatest team in Germany... to be one of the greatest in Europe!

F.S.V. is a prestigious club with over a hundred years of history.

Twenty years ago he also had experience winning a German one-part league.

Even then, the glorious era lasted for about ten years, and F.S.V. was a club that was also shining in Europe. This story may be Elena. I've heard it many times.

"F.S.V. hasn't been doing very well in the past few years... but if you don't give up, absolutely, this dream will come true!

To me, only thirteen years old and one player, there's not much I can do.

But the recent atmosphere of F.S.V. is clearly forward-looking.

I don't know how many more years or decades it will take from here. But if you don't try, your dreams will never come true.

"Give F.S.V. the glory of that time... again..."

Mr. Yulian snaps as he stares at the F.S.V. emblem listed on the practice field. Its emblem is a symbol that has remained the same for a hundred years.

Maybe he listens to me and remembers the old days.

Talking about Elena, Mr. Yulian also said he had been going to see the F.S.V. game every time since he was a young girl.

When Mr. Lillian was young in the ages, it was a time when F.S.V. was still shining in the German one-part league.

The cheers that rock the stadium at that time and the dazzling number of players playing must have been engraved all over Mr. Lillian's body.

"To make that dream come true, I will let you win the battle! So you don't have to worry about leaving! Sorry, but Mr. Yulian's turn to DF makes F.S.V. a much more awesome team!

I've played and figured it out before.

That means Julian Vasmeyer is a genius player.

There is one more thing. That meant he would shine even more talent in a defensive position.

(Mr. Julian's talent should have the potential to dominate the entire field...)

If he changes to a defensive position… this man has a unique talent for controlling the scene.

F.S.V., who has previously been weak due to a change of position, will make further leaps.

"My win will definitely make everyone happy! I can't really tell you the rationale or why..."

If he stays this way, Mr. Julian will become the scoring king of the German three-part league, and the death flag will be finalized.

Including that, my victory is a condition for everything to work out.

"Everyone will be happy, but I can't explain why well...... or you, Coata"

"Yes. It's full of contradictions, sorry"

"It's really full of contradictions. But I can't tell you how convincing it is, in your words. Really, Coata, you're a strange person..."

Mr. Lillian, who was strange, laughs bitterly.

Her expression was soothing and tenderness floated in her eyes.

Ah... I've never seen a lilian with such a look on her face.

This guy is always a gentleman, but he was building a wall somewhere in his heart. Ever since I wounded Elena, my real sister, I had built a wall of darkness.

"Kota... I can empathize with your dreams and goals. But as a proud German football player, I'm not out of my hands in the next game, am I?

"I just want it, Mr. Julian! I'll try everything I can!

After all, Mr. Julian would love to talk about football. That figure of talking football was even trying to get over the walls of his mind.

"Then again, I'll bet on the Vasmeyer family's name and challenge you to a scoring match!

"Yes, thank you!

I have a firm promise to shake hands with Mr. Julian.

The heat coming from that hand was above all hot and strong.

(Yulian is a great player after all...)

I feel like today is the first time I've heard the truth about Mr. Julian.

As teammates, I felt like we had been hit for real as men.

It was a battle I bet to leave, but I was able to receive a clear feeling of what I said.

(Ok...... next game out of everything you can have so you don't regret it!

My soul is also inspired by Mr. Julian's enthusiasm.

Then a week passed, and the day of the game of fate came.