Is This the Level of a Youth Team?

By the sideline.

Old Topp nearly lost his footing and fell.

"Leo Kang, how did he do that? How could he have such terrifying shooting power? It was practically like—"

The assistant coach quickly snapped out of his shock.

He hurriedly steadied the Bayer Leverkusen manager and calmly said, "Boss, that's what the coach on the other side should be saying. What we should be doing now is celebrating!"

"You're right! Celebrate!"

Old Topp raised both fists high and led the Bayer Leverkusen bench in wild celebration!

On the other side.

Augenthaler stared blankly.

His team was actually behind?

And that Chinese kid had scored in such an unreasonable fashion?

A staff member beside him tried to comfort him. "Could it have just been luck—"

"Luck my ass!"

Fuchs shuddered.

It was terrifying.

If that thunderous long-range shot had hit—

He glanced down at his crotch, still shaken.

Luckily, Leo Kang had chosen to nutmeg him instead.

That kid might have tremendous power in his feet, but his shooting accuracy really didn't seem that good!

In a settled attack.

There was a high chance he'd accidentally injure someone!

Kurt stood there in a daze, his expression complicated.

He secretly clenched his fists.

Countless negative emotions tangled within him.

He was supposed to be the star of this match!

Damn it!

Why had a Chinese kid stolen all the spotlight?

Even more disgusting than a black bastard!

The Bayern Munich fans in the stands still had not fully recovered.

Leo Kang did not celebrate.

He picked the ball out of the net.

Then ran back to the center circle.

The Bayern Munich fans were baffled.

"Bayer Leverkusen finally scored. Shouldn't they celebrate a little and run down the clock?"

"Could that Chinese kid be more than just mute? Is there something wrong with his brain too?"

"The effects of aphasia on the brain are complicated. Maybe that really is the case—"

Amid wave after wave of noise.

Leo Kang remained calm and raised his left hand.

He held up three fingers.

That provocative gesture.

Instantly set Säbener Stadium ablaze!

The proud Bayern Munich fans' faces twisted as even more vicious insults spewed from their mouths!

Cans, lighters, and all kinds of debris were hurled wildly onto the pitch!

The stadium security personnel grew tense.

This sort of thing had happened before.

But Bayern Munich Youth Team players would usually quickly erase the fans' negative emotions with a goal.

Today, however, seemed a little different.

Havertz and his teammates excitedly crowded around.

After a brief celebration.

Leo Kang placed the ball at the center circle.

The referee could not help but smile.

Other than in cup competitions with complicated formats.

Very few teams would deliberately shorten their celebration after taking the lead.

"Brother Leo is saying: Hurry up, one goal isn't enough for me!"

"Football is war in peacetime! Goals are the strongest counterattack!"

"Destroy them!"

The match restarted.

Under Kurt's direction.

The Bayern Munich Youth Team pushed their formation forward like mad.

They became increasingly cautious.

Their attacks flowed smoothly from pass to pass.

Without a single mistake.

They quickly advanced to the area thirty meters into Bayer Leverkusen's half.

Just as the midfielders and attackers slightly slowed the tempo of their passing, intending to use Positional Play rotations and positional switches to seize control of the match.

Kurt noticed something strange about Bayer Leverkusen.

That mute Chinese kid kept making the most basic universal football hand signals as he ran.

Each time, the direction of his fingertips happened to point toward Bayern Munich Youth Team's attacking focal point.

Not only that.

The Bayer Leverkusen youngsters' covering runs in every area repeatedly cut off the links in Bayern Munich Youth Team's attacking routes.

In the eyes of both sets of fans.

The match gradually became dull.

There were more and more stretches of garbage time.

"Bayern Munich Youth Team just can't do it! Brother Leo will bang in another three-pointer later and make them cry!"

"This is so boring! I'm going to get a glass of water!"

By the sideline.

Both managers were watching the players' movements with rapt attention.

Topp said in surprise, "This kind of command in settled defensive play isn't simply match-reading ability controlled through vision and awareness. It's tactical anticipation."

The old man with the afro suddenly laughed. "He's making me look fucking redundant."

After thinking for a moment, the assistant coach said, "Berenta often praises Leo Kang's diligence. I heard from the dorm staff that he watches footage from Europe's top five leagues every night and even takes notes."

Topp shook his head. "If that stuff were so useful, we wouldn't need to train players. We could just drag a bunch of students from the University of Göttingen's football research program onto the pitch!"

On the other side.

Augenthaler rested his chin on his hand and fell into brief recollection.

Why did he look so much like Guardiola in his younger days during settled defensive phases?

That calm composure while commanding an army?

La Masia's "number four role"?

And he could personally provide the most crucial interceptions and positional blocks?

The only difference was that one was mute, while the other never shut up.

How had Barcelona failed to keep such a genius?

Damn it!

Since Barcelona did not want him, why had Guardiola not brought him to Bayern Munich either?

The team was unable to break the deadlock for a long time.

The negative emotions in Kurt's heart were like a balloon that kept inflating.

Why did this mute guy resemble Guardiola, that chatterbox manager of the first team, so much?

Fuck La Masia!

Fuck Positional Play!!!

When the ball reached his feet.

The balloon burst.

Kurt chose to push the team's attack forward in his own way.

With a light touch, he knocked the ball ahead.

He displayed incomparable precision in his control.

He accelerated!

Dropped his shoulder!

Changed direction!

He shook off the tracking Havertz!

Then charged straight at Leo Kang!

I'm the real genius!

Säbener Stadium.

Erupted in cheers once more!

This was the Kurt they loved most!

That unimaginable dribbling!

Those rhythm-filled changes of pace!

He would definitely humiliate that arrogant mute Chinese kid!

Get past him!

"Guys! I'm back—holy shit! Bayer Leverkusen is in a bit of danger now!"

"Bayern's number ten is insanely skilled! If he gets past Brother Leo's defense, then a through ball, a pass out wide, or a chipped ball in front of the penalty area will all easily tear apart Bayer Leverkusen's back line!"

"No, he isn't deliberately carrying the ball toward Brother Leo. Brother Leo just happened to intercept him in front!"

Facing Leo Kang's interception.

Kurt did not slow down.

He sprinted at full speed while displaying dazzling technique!

He stepped on the ball with his right foot.

His body spun!

The instant he closed the distance.

He dragged the ball again with his left foot!

The entire stadium gasped!

"Fuck! That's insane! Is this really the level of a youth team?"

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