Amateur Old Man, Enjoy Reborn Football Life (Booked)

The 20th of December of fate is coming.

On this date, the first half of this year's German three-part league will be the last day. It was a game that each team was in the mood for the second half of the game, which will resume next January 28th.

'All right, you guys. Do me a favor today!

Before the game, F.S.V. 's director flies the last stir.

The team won 10 straight games, after an opening seven draw in the first half. He was on the wave with fourth place in a three-part league.

'As usual in the first half, we're going to collect the ball for Julian!

There will be a pre-game players' meeting, focusing on the captain.

Mr. Yulian, while the second youngest on the team, was still running, hitting the three-part league scoring king.

Its strength is also recognized by the generational representatives of each country and by F.S.V., which has many former representatives.

"And in the second half, go with our secret weapon coater, with two. Ready, Coata?

"Yes, Captain"

I'm only thirteen years old and I haven't been able to do my body, and I'm going to be a bench start today. This rule remains unchanged in the final game of the first half.

While I wait on the bench in the first half, I'll read the game thoroughly.

"Mr. Coata..."

Just before the start of the game, Mr. Lillian has turned his gaze.

Scoring battles with this guy are the last day to cry or laugh. There are many things we think of each other.

"Mr. Lillian, first half, please"

But I send a victory note off the bench.

Maybe I could lose the scoring battle. But as a member of F.S.V., I thought it best to win the team.

'All right, let's go!

"" 'Ooh!

With the captain's hanging voice, the F.S.V. players rush.

It was finally fate's game that kicked off.

◇

It's been 45 minutes since the game started.

"Pippy!"

The first half ends with the sound of the whistle of judgment.

Players from both teams move to the locker room to prepare for the second half of the game.

'You guys had bad luck in the first half. But the flow isn't bad! I asked for the second half!

The heat flies from the director of F.S.V. in the locker room.

So far the game has remained the same point 0-for-0.

Today's opponents are a mighty team that was even in the German two-part league until last year. He was also currently second in this season's three-part league and was a qualified opponent.

(They've been studying F.S.V....)

I remember the first half of the game in the locker room.

The other team has been researching this one thoroughly and working out all the measures.

The path to Yulian, the scorer, was perfectly sealed.

Ten wins in a row and too good would have made other teams wary on the contrary.

(Well, what is it...)

Work out the second half of the operation in the locker room.

Perhaps the opponent also predicts that I will be put into service in the second half. Of course, countermeasures must be available.

Until now, I've been messing with my opponent as an unknown trump card. But in this game, you have to take down the other team with your pussy.

It is a rather pressing situation.

(As it stands, this one is understated. Then why don't you put the other guy behind you? Or are we going to attack them with odd tactics?

Things have been going well lately, F.S.V., but I'm not in the mood yet.

It could be a two-part league with the same fighting power. But the last few years I've been down to the bottom with a big ramp.

It's a tough situation to beat today's deal in a positive way.

"Hey, the second half..."

"But to the other..."

"Then..."

My teammates are looking for a way to crack it down the same way.

But I couldn't find a definitive solution like this. So much so that today's opponents are formidable enemies and difficult to fight.

"Hey, do you mind, director?

That is the time.

A girl's voice echoes in the locker room where she can't find her way out.

Her name is Elena Vasmeyer.

granddaughter of the owner of this club and special adviser to the team of F.S.V. And now he was arguably the team's goddess of victory.

'Of course it is. Elena Vasmeyer Special Advisor'

To her wise, the director had full confidence. Turn yourself around and give up your seat to Elena with a warm grin.

"Today's opponent is a tough one. Plus the opponent is doing great this season. Preliminary data overridden… '

Elena summarizes the current situation to the athletes as she looks at her notebook, which she has surprisingly written down.

There are game developments in the football world where data alone cannot be deciphered, he sighs.

"There's no way to open it like this, and even if you attack it with your usual game expansion, it could push off F.S.V. in the second half..."

The German League is level even in three parts. Each team brings together national representative classes to win and promote.

That's not just F.S.V., it's the same with the other guy. Especially today's opponents were the biggest foes in both combat and condition.

So what measures does Elena have against an opponent who doesn't get through the positive method?

'So I'm going to propose a new operation in the second half! Briefly, add FW to the fixed two, plus Courta Noro to center the attack on the three!

Elena will write down the second half of the operation on the whiteboard in the locker room.

According to that, it will reduce the number of defenses and make them a tactic specific to the attack.

'I see, Miss Elena. But then, we don't have a defense team, do we?

The team's oldest captain unwittingly gives his opinion.

Today's opponents are highly offensive, and attack-oriented operations are risky.

'Right, Captain. Sure, this tactic is a sure way to lose ground... but if you get one point, you get two points and you win. Even if you get two points, you get four points back and you win.'

Elena answers with a grin.

Unlike Elena, who works out theoretical measures with her usual emphasis on data, she smiled as innocent as a child.

"But, my lady..."

"Did the captain forget the F.S.V. football tradition?

Elena blocks the words of the captain trying to argue with a serious look.

"This F.S.V. policy says," Rather than defend and draw, attack and choose to win or lose! "Oh, you forgot such an important thing, too?

Elena asks everyone in the locker room.

Traditional F.S.V. was formed a hundred years ago from now with those who want offensive football.

Twenty years ago now, in its aggressive style, it reigned at the apex of the then German League.

After more than a decade, the tradition shook up opponents and raved supporters, he said.

Elena, who was still young, remembers the game of glory and excitement.

"Of course I remember you, Miss Elena."

The oldest captain was at the time twenty years ago, a newcomer in his late teens who had just joined F.S.V. He also said he remembers the sights of that time, like he remembered yesterday.

"Of course we remember, ma'am."

"I wonder if it's because we admired F.S.V. back then and then joined Junior..."

'Oh, I miss you... you were hot, then...'

The same was true of the other young German athletes.

Many of them were born and raised in this city. Many have begun to play football admiring the F.S.V. style that they don't know to retreat from with their offensive tactics.

"I'm an outsider, but we also like the F.S.V. atmosphere of the offense, advisor."

'Oh, right. German football is tough, but F.S.V. is free and funny.'

The players in the expatriate frame also agree.

They had the option of moving to other clubs in the last few years, following a slump. But I love the atmosphere and traditions of F.S.V., and this is how it remains.

"I agree with Elena's operation."

Finally, Mr. Lillian nods loudly.

Due to the injury-inflicted losses, I had recently stopped expressing my opinions about my sister from myself.

But as a single player, I am seriously confronted with Elena.

Thus all the F.S.V. players in the locker room agreed to Elena's dangerous tactics.

"The second half is an offensive operation... that sounds interesting..."

Of course I agree with Elena's operation.

I don't hate defense either, but football is most fun when you're attacking above all else.

Dribbles and shoots as sharp as wind, from a quick path like lightning. It's the most exciting development, whether you're watching or playing.

"Attack me... it's just like a thunderstorm, Elena."

"What? A disease thunderstorm, what, Coata?

I can speak Japanese, but I don't know any hard words. I'll explain what I mean to Elena.

“Disease Thunder” means that action is extremely quick and intense, like strong wind and intense thunder. He said it also represented a highly aggressive army.

"I see... nice words, Coata..."

Elena nods loudly at the words she hears for the first time.

And then I switch from Japanese to German, and I go on with the words.

"Guys, listen, the second half of the operation is called" The Wind Thunder "! Attack, attack, attack!

"You think it's Ship Ujinrai?

'What a hot word. Ship Ujinrai!'

'Oh, that sounds good!

"Come on Ship Ujinrai!!"

Teammates also scream after Elena.

A new tactic of F.S.V. attacking and attacking...... I was mindful of “disease thunderstorms” by name.

"Cotta, it's a battle to see which scores more in the second half."

"Yes, Mr. Julian. I will take many without losing!

Thus the fire lit the souls of all the athletes of F.S.V.

As the first line of a new super aggressive style of "wind thunder," we jumped out of the locker room.

◇

Then fifty minutes later.

"Pippy!"

The whistle at the end of the referee's game rings.

The contents of the game were super random fights for scoring efforts, more than expected.

The battle is six to five.

F.S.V., who beat him to the end, won the battle.

Mr. Julian scored one on this day, and I scored four and had a blast.

In other words, I was able to win the scoring match with Mr. Julian by one point.

"Hmm... a wind thunderstorm operation... I'm tired, but it was a really fun game, Mr. Courta..."

"Yes, Mr. Julian! That was really exciting!

But so much so that we forgot about the battle, we were soaked in contentment after the game.

We're both sitting in the locker room for putting all our energy into the attack.

"Looking forward to the resurrection of the glory of F.S.V."

"Right, Mr. Julian!

In the first half of the German three-part league, F.S.V. closed the curtain with a good achievement of third-place surfacing.

"Hmm... I'm tired, but that was a really fun game..."

And I stayed in Germany and could play again with everyone.