Amateur Old Man, Enjoy Reborn Football Life (Booked)

It was December after the month.

Four months have passed since the opening of the German two-part league.

Our F.S.V. kept it in excellent shape with 10 wins, 2 losses and 3 minutes in 15 games.

I was still just finishing the winning game.

'No, you're doing terribly well, this season!

'Oh. Right!

The players after the game were excited in the locker room.

So far, F.S.V. has kept first in the two-part league.

At the end of May if at the same pace, it was a calculation that remained within second place.

"Maybe we should go to one part?

'Right, let's go!

There's no point in the athletes being excited.

In the German two-part league, if you end up within second place, your promotion will be confirmed.

In other words, if we keep up the pace, next August, F.S.V. will be in a one-part league.

"No, we're finally a part player..."

"You're too early, aren't you?

'You know, you're moving under the water, too, aren't you? For next semester? Ha ha ha...'

The athletes were floating, although promotion had not yet been decided.

Originally, it is a locker room that needs to be tightened for the sake of the great enemy.

But the possibility of being promoted is visible to everyone here.

That's why nobody else is stopping it.

This is a good vibe.

(Is this the good feeling of air…)

I was dressed and watching my teammates like that.

I'm still in middle school, so I'll keep a humble eye on you.

"Thank you, Mr. Coata!"

'... Huh? Is that me?

All of a sudden, I'm talking to you.

It was just when I was changing my pants, so I'm about to accidentally fall out of my chair.

"Bo, I didn't do much..."

"What japanese joke are you talking about, Courta?

'Oh, yeah. The heart of F.S.V. right now is definitely you, Coata!

Wake me up I was falling, and my teammates slap me on the shoulder hard.

I guess they're telling me for real that this is how it is.

But I'm always the best at what I do, and I don't usually contribute to the team.

And yet why is “center”?

'You haven't noticed, Coata? Thanks to your special training, I became the two-part scoring king last season!

He is one of F.S.V. 's three FW (forward) crowds.

He's a German player who got attached to last year's ball trap special training.

Thanks to that special training, he said he found the ultimate in new shooting. I've been thankful for that.

'If you say so, so am I. Thanks to my special training for Coata, I was elected to represent my country!

He is also one of the three FW people.

Last month, he was pleased to be elected his first A representative in his home country. He said it was also a shame for his special training with me.

If you're gonna say that, we're in the middle of it. Thanks to my special training with Coata at the summer camp this July, I helped!

'Right. Now they say, "The middle of F.S.V. Gold“!

They are a mid-MF (midfielder) group.

I asked them to help me improve the accuracy of my path at the July camp.

Special training to keep super fast passes coming out instantly...... I had that hanging out for a month. As an example, it continued every day in the early morning.

'I thought it was hell at first, but it would have been awesome if you got used to it, what's that Coata special training?

'Oh, right. Thanks to you, the enemy team that handled last year also felt easy this season!

I don't know if it's because of my special training with me.

But the middle of this season's F.S.V. has been a stone's throw.

Individual forces had grown more than last year, and collaboration had intensified.

"So this is all thanks to you, little Samurai!"

'Hey, Coata's getting bigger too. It's time to end that call, isn't it?

'Speaking of which, you are! At first, they were so small and cute! Ha ha ha...'

My teammates gush my hair. He's probably praising me, skinning.

(Height...)

Speaking of which, when I was in third grade, I grew taller.

It's just 170 cm now.

This is just a little over the Japanese 15-year-old average.

When I first joined the group two years ago in my first year of secondary school, I only had 155 cm. Considerable growth if you think about it.

(Do you still feel like it's going to grow?

In the previous life, his height stopped at 170 cm.

But in this world, where we live healthy lives, we're going to grow a little bit more. Ultimately, I feel like I'm going over my father's 175 cm.

"But compared to us, we're still pretty gullible. Why don't you just say" little Samurai ”?

'Right. That's what the support team still calls it! Ha ha ha...'

I was stretched up to 170cm, but the smallest in the team.

In any case, the Germans have a better physique than the Japanese.

There's about a difference between a pole and a wall when I'm standing next to them, which I haven't really done yet. Of course I'm the one with the flickering pole.

But all this is a body I was born with, so I can't help it. We just have to cover it with other technologies.

"But is he in here who can beat such a gullible coata" one-on-one?

"Whoa... give me a break with that question"

'Oh, you're right. Let's take care of adult pride.'

The locker room suddenly gets awkward air.

That was a month ago at practice.

A "one-on-one tournament” of play in the team was held.

I was the winner there. I'm sure everyone is saying that.

(One-on-one battle...)

I'll remind you, the tournament was pretty tough then.

The opponents are the adults who are teammates. They were all physically and overwhelmingly outnumbered fierce.

That's why I fought desperately.

I opened up my sports vision and fought in advance of all my opponent's movements.

Anyway, I managed to win by keeping them from touching me.

'Ha ha... if you think about it, Coata is really a lot of him!

'Oh, right. So we're gonna have to go for it this season!

'Right! Let's win the rest of the game in December and run till May next year!

with laughter, the bright atmosphere returned to the locker room again

This will be the atmosphere within the team, which is in excellent condition and continues to go fast.

(You're all good... but sounds good)

Anyway, everyone, looked forward and believed.

own power and the power of my fellow men.

He believed in a clear vision that he would definitely be promoted to a one-part league! …

"Mr. Coata, are you okay?

"Ah, Mr. Julian."

Mr. Yulian has spoken in Japanese.

"With all the hot guys, you got a problem, right?

He was worried he'd become an excited teammate's toy.

"No, I'm fine. I like everyone here, too, so it's just fun talking."

This is for real.

Now F.S.V. was making a great team.

Everyone loves and plays football, regardless of age or nationality.

Everyone's thoughts were moving forward unanimously.

"Right, Mr. Courta. I didn't think that would happen in the first place."

"Right, Mr. Julian?"

The F.S.V.1 Army had a terrible vibe when I joined the group.

At the time, he continued to lose consecutively in a three-part league, in danger of (hitting) a four-part demotion.

Plus “warm water syndrome," one army was the worst motivation.

"It's really thanks to you, Coata, for getting here. And you saved me from the bottom of the dark, thanks to you. I want to thank you again."

"Yu, Mr. Yulian, no..."

Julian Vasmeyer, a genius, lowered his head.

I am unexpectedly behaving suspiciously.

(But Julian got so bright, and it was really good...)

Two years ago, I was desperate to save Mr. Julian from the death flag.

From the big club in England at the time, the scout story had come to Mr. Lillian.

But it was definitely Mr. Julian himself who turned it down. I felt like I didn't do much.

"And you, Coata. Can I have a personal word with you?

"What, yes?

Personal talk with me?

What the hell is this about?

"Courta, you're going back to Japan next June, right?

"Ah, yes. I'm planning on doing that."

In May next year, the German two-part league will close.

That's why I was scheduling to return to Japan after that final game.

His father's German transfer lasted three years.

So I also had a contract with F.S.V. as a special player for only three years in the middle department.

Next May I'm going home with my family, it was just in time.

"This is my personal emotion. If you can, Coata, I want you to stay in Germany after next June."

"What, are you in Germany...?

"Oh. I want this F.S.V. to stay forever. Courta, I want you to stay as a full-fledged professional athlete after your 16th birthday."

From Mr. Julian, no way. It was a favor.

That genius Julian Vasmeyer has told me that I need to do this.

"Oh, um... Mr. Julian, I'm glad you feel..."

"This is not my only will. I won't put it in my mouth, but Elena feels the same way. Courta, I want you to stay in F.S.V. forever."

"What... that Elena...?

The name of the real person came up.

(Elena wants me to stay in Germany... because?

She's never shown me that before.

Because she told Elena about my dream in Japan.

I go back to Japan and help a local club… I should have known that dream.

"Actually, Coata, I also know about your dream story in Japan from Elena. That's why my sister can't tell me. Coata, I don't want to interfere with your feelings of wanting you to stay and your dreams... be the plank of those two emotions."

"Oh no... that Elena..."

It was just a fact.

Either way, Elena is a wise girl.

Now that I'm fourteen, I'm smart enough to do my college professional studies.

Was she such an emotional plank......

We've been together forever and I didn't realize it.

"My sister looks mighty, she's actually delicate. So it's going to be tough. In the future, Coata, I want you to support me... this is my favor as a brother."

"And indeed, Elena in the future, it's going to be hard..."

Now F.S.V. was entering a major transition period.

Promotions are coming within range into a one-part league, and moves from super big sponsors are coming.

Along with that, he said, the construction of a new stadium of 50,000 people has already moved considerably.

At its heart was Elena, a special adviser.

We had meetings with adult F.S.V. executives, and we worked hard all night long, like day after day.

(Surely Elena's been working too hard these days...)

She had moved too much by herself to be too smart.

Before the new stadium is completed as it is, there is a great risk that it will fall.

It was obvious from my eyes.

Someone needs to support her in the future. It's not an adult, either, but someone close in age.

"Mr. Lillian, the story...... let me think a little more"

"Fine, Mr. Coata. I'll be waiting until next June for an answer."

I decided to get a reprieve.

Anyway, this suggestion is too much to worry about.

(Pro contract with F.S.V.…)

The biggest problem was getting a formal professional contract with F.S.V.

(Glad to suggest, but it keeps me away from dreams...)

My aim in this world is to save the local football club from its doom to extinction in sixteen years.

I'm still struggling in the local regional league right now, I want to help that club and go to J1 with it.

(But from Bundesliger's F.S.V., it's hard to move to a small club in Japan...)

Professionally contracted players are not easily available to other clubs.

Because there is the issue of transfer money.

What if I became a professional F.S.V. player?

In this case, a local club in Japan needs to pay the transfer fee to F.S.V.

The market for one Bundesliger part will require hundreds of millions of units of transfer money.

(Billions of units... you can't...)

This was the problem.

I can't afford to pay such a large sum to a small club in a Japanese region.

In other words, if I stay professional with F.S.V., I may not be able to fulfill my dreams.

(What to do...)

But I also know how Mr. Julian feels.

It was all thanks to my ability to join the F.S.V.

(Dream or... thank you... we need to think about it properly)

Anyway, I have until next June.

Let's think slowly and come up with an answer.

It's my bad ass to be in a hurry.

Next time, let's think carefully.

All right! We've got a policy.

Feelings are for future games, let's switch

"For that matter, you seem to have changed your mind, don't you, Coata?

"Yes, Mr. Julian! Now anyway, I'm going to run the two-part league until May!

"Yeah, you are. First of all, that's your number one priority, Mr. Coata."

The gentle Mr. Lillian said nothing more.

Thanks to you, I can concentrate on the football game.

(I have a lot to do this season...)

This year I was in the UCL Young League and the Domestic Cup, even outside of a two-part league game.

It's a pretty hard schedule.

(But let's do everything we can for all the games until May!

This is how I renewed my feelings and decided to start over.