Chapter 835: Bayern’s Attack Continues!
"Fuck! Rudy-san, how many times do I have to tell you?! Keep your eyes on him! On him!"
"Benjamin-san, don’t get baited! Let Omar-san be the reinforcement!"
"Don’t foul him! Don’t foul him!"
Brugh!
FWEEE!
Higo couldn’t help but groan when he saw this. It was another free kick for Bayern Munich, the third time since Jamal Musiala came to the pitch.
Even Higo himself had to admit that he had never thought that the boy would be this good, wreaking havoc on Schalke’s defense. This was definitely not on the notes that Kumiko gave, as the girl would probably also admit that Jamal Musiala would be anything more than a benchwarmer in this game.
Still, the boy was one thing, but his teammates’ reaction was another. Honestly, Higo had enough of them right now, wanting nothing but to come and shout in their ears for still taking everything easy.
Sebastian Rudy, especially, really infuriated Higo right now.
The boy had already asked Stambouli to relay his message, and as if it was not enough, he even came straight to the man himself, giving the direct instruction on what to do regarding Jamal Musiala.
𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Yet, the man still failed to keep up, fouling the teenager so many times in the most dangerous position possible.
This was just another one of the example, as Sebastian Rudy pushed Jamal Musiala from behind the moment the teenager managed to create an angle to himself.
He was so lucky that it happened slightly outside of the penalty box, or even Higo himself would lose control if a penalty happened there.
Still, with only one meter away from the goal, the threat was quite dangerous for Schalke. Higo was so wary right now, especially when Lewandowski himself was the one who stepped into the free kick spot.
’Damn, if I remember things correctly, he likes to use a power shot to break through all the wall in front of him. I need to be careful for either a low shot or one to the near post here.’ Higo glanced at the small space next to him that wasn’t guarded by the human wall between the goalkeeper and the taker.
Well, Lewandowski himself also eyed Higo directly, not even looking at the wall here. Just from his bore-hole gaze, it was as if the wall didn’t exist, and it was only him and Higo that mattered here.
This alone was enough to make the human wall in front of him gulp, starting to think that the moment the whistle was blown, they would spread apart so that they didn’t get caught in this crossfire.
Unfortunately, one person was unlucky enough to be late to dodge. The moment the whistle was blown, Lewandowski took the shot...
BAM!
Suat Serdar somehow dodged to the spot where the shot was aimed, and the next thing he knew, the ball went straight to his head before it bounced way high in the sky and went out of bounds.
As for the man himself, poor him, he collapsed on the spot, with his face so red and a mark of football on his cheek. If it were any other occasion, Higo would laugh immediately, finding this situation to be quite funny.
’Damn! That should be what you call a headshot, right?’ He felt the corner of his lips twitching a little.
Hell, even the medical team had to go down to the pitch, checking to see if he was okay or not. After all, receiving such a rocket straight to the face shouldn’t be good for anyone’s health, and they needed to check whether a concussion had happened or not.
Poor Suat Serdar; he was so confused about what was going on here. The man looked around for a moment, finding that even his teammates were holding back their laughter at this.
In the end, though, Frohling decided to take him off, not only because the medical team said that Suat Serdar wouldn’t be able to play at his best if he continued, but also because the coach had already planned to sub him off earlier.
This just gave him a convenient excuse to do so.
Lewandowski himself was so helpless right now. Honestly, the man even started to think that this was just not his day, as every single chance that he took would always find something to block the way to the goal.
Hell, even when he managed to get an advantage against the goalkeeper, his finishing would always be off, as if someone had just bewitched him to prevent the man from scoring today.
He was not a superstitious person, but at this point, the man would probably start believing something so absurd as that.
However, God of Football was always fair, and it seemed that he was not completely abandoned here.
In the next corner kick, Lewandowski’s chance finally descended on the pitch.
It all started with Benjamin Pavard, who lifted the ball high to the back post, and there, Jerome Boateng managed to win the aerial duel against Fabian Reese to get the ball. However, instead of heading it directly to the goal, the centre-back sent the ball to the middle, where the biggest crowd was gathering.
The aim was simple: to create the biggest chaos in the box.
Thomas Muller also acted decisively here. His smell of the goal was sharp as hell, managing to slip amidst the crowd to get into the most dangerous position possible. There, he arrived straight in front of the goal, being the closest one to receive the ball as he pushed it with his right foot.
Thud!
It was just a gentle push that Higo didn’t find troublesome to stop. However, Omar Mascarell was standing in front of him, guarding one side of the goal with his body. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t hide his hands well, and as a result...
FWEEE!
The referee blew the whistle without hesitation, and before anyone knew it, the man had already pointed at the white spot in the middle of the penalty box.
"Handball for Schalke’s number 6! On-site decision, a penalty kick for Bayern Munich!"