Roma's bench.
A hard-faced man applauded softly.
He was Totti.
The symbol of Rome.
At thirty-nine, he had not completely faded from Garcia's tactical plans.
He could still help Roma turn the tide at crucial moments.
It was just that...
He felt rather lonely.
Of his former rivals and friends, in Serie A—no, across Europe—it seemed only Buffon remained.
He could not name a single one of Bayer Leverkusen's young players on the pitch.
Had he grown old? Or had it been too long since he had read the newspapers?
The match continued.
Bayer Leverkusen controlled possession.
Leo Kang tried various ways to advance the ball.
But the results were not very apparent.
Old man Topp gestured at Kießling and Brandt!
The two Bayer Leverkusen players quickly switched positions!
Roma's midfielders tracked their runs closely.
Leo Kang spotted a sliver of space.
He slipped through another exquisite pass!
Still aimed at Son Heung-min!
"Here it comes again!"
"This is different from last time! Bayer Leverkusen's entire formation has pushed forward!"
"Can Roma withstand this attack?"
De Rossi's interception was perfectly timed.
Son Heung-min did not burst forward immediately after receiving the ball.
Instead, he laid it off to Hilbert, who was overlapping down the flank.
Hilbert had played as a left winger in his youth, and his explosive power was tremendous!
With one powerful touch forward!
He simply blew past Florenzi, who had tried to step up and challenge him!
Roma's "second chain" was about to be broken through!
Hilbert charged to the byline with the ball!
Just as he was about to cross!
Something pitch-black suddenly entered his field of vision!
Roma's center back—Rüdiger!
At twenty-two, his defensive ability was not particularly strong, but he was incredibly fast!
In terms of stride frequency alone...
Messi ranked first in the