Chapter 23: Munchen’s Arc #4
The sweat poured down on Dennis' face. He played with so much aggressiveness, giving not even himself time to catch his breath. The boy's breathing was hard; thankfully, it was already the match's second half.
'I'm going to score, definitely.' On the field today, he was not a gentle giant, no. Quite the opposite, actually. He was a big bad boy that everyone was afraid to get near. The defenders had an especially hard time guarding Dennis.
'Lukas can't playmake if he doesn't have a football… Yeah, and the striker can't score without a football at his feet.' Dennis remembered the words from his coach. He wasn't really a good coach, but he had some inspirational words for the students. If you want to have a ball, always fight for it, was one of them.
He'll still do it if it takes him more energy to get the ball. The aggressive pressing on confused played like these… Dennis unintentionally smiled, 'I'll give myself a hell.' With this self-harming thought, he charged.
The game today was quite tiring, so Lukas was already slow compared to him in the first half. So, his surprise was quite alarming for his teammates, as was Dennis getting close to him from another side.
He faced a different direction to make a safe pass. Lukas saw his teammate raise his hand, so he was there to make a straight pass… Dennis didn't slow down, slid on the natural grass, and dirtied his shorts.
'Dang, he got here quickly!' Lukas kicked the ball, but too slowly, it smacked into Dennis' feet, and due to not being able to avoid jumping over the slide, the playmaker fell to the ground. 'Bastard!'
Lukas got on his two feet quickly. The ball wasn't his, but he could at least get it back if he acts quickly enough. Swung! He made an attempt to kick the ball out of Dennis' grasp, but the forward reacted quickly, hovering his boots over the football, just glazing it a little bit was enough for it to move away from the strike.
"This is mine!" Dennis called out the opponent. Irritated from all the hassle he had to go through because of this.
Lukas ran after him, "Not for long!"
Both only picked up the pace; Dennis' speed allowed him to still be on par with an opponent's speed, even if he had to control the ball simultaneously. Lukas gritted his teeth as he tried his best to get closer. The efforts weren't paying off; Dennis slowed down after seeing someone else stand before him.
The defender tackled the blue-eyed boy to steal the football, but when his tackle got physical, Dennis didn't even budge. Despite the little pain he felt, he continued with no hesitation. 'What is he?!' Lukas was bewildered. His teammate was in pain, while Dennis' should have been on the ground. It was the polar opposite!
So much aggression couldn't be contained for too long. Dennis yelled roughly and put all the force he could muster into his legs. Bang! The fabric material used in the ball had a terrifying slapping sound. It got launched at a very high speed.
Due to distance, the goalkeeper had jumped, and while thinking the football was reaching his hands, suddenly it started rotating to the left side from him. 'No!'
He couldn't reach the ball, which powerfully went into the goal. Something peculiar about the shot was that it didn't spin the entire time it was flying. It was so hard to guess its actual direction, as it was kind of vibrating in midair.
The goal was too much as well not to use the moment to intimidate his opponents, "Goal!!!!!!!!!!!" His face showed so much excitement and intent that veins popped out even more.
"What the actual…" Lukas's reaction was similar to that of the coaching staff, as they witnessed this play firsthand. It was aggressive, unique, and mainly intimidating. How a young person like Dennis could shoot knuckleballs over twenty-five meters away is unimaginable.
The main coach, Johan, was also jaw-dropped by this scene, "He is too aggressive." He acted like an undisciplined. "I can only remember one person with similarities to him…" The entire staff had similar thoughts.
To this point, there was only one person who Dennis reminded of… Cristiano Ronaldo, back in his days with the Red Devils. A machine loaded with power that could injure itself from overexerting the force while also being capable of running at high speed and dribbling.
"And at such an age…" The skill and the talent in Dennis were undeniable. Ironical how everyone changed their minds about Dennis in a single moment. His attitude was speaking of itself, obviously, but who wouldn't when you can shoot like this? "A canon."
The coaching staff was getting excited, "I can't wait to see them face off against the older generation."
"Kaiser will have a monster competitor…"
… … …
If not for the gloves, the goalkeeper of the white team would have trouble feeling his hands. With powerful shots, the more you are blocking, the more you feel your hands go numb. Considering the keeper was still a kid, the football was going at around 130 kilometers per hour, or 81 miles per hour; it hurt pretty darn well.
Did it stop Dennis? No, not really.
His desire was uncontainable, and his control over them was always on the loose. If Dennis wanted, he had to achieve them at all costs without failure. This is one of the major maniac traits he had, and he would definitely feel another surge of frustration sometime in the future when he finally failed at one thing.
Had the coaching staff known about this, they would have tried to interfere; however, what was on their minds during that time was how they would improve him as a player and not as a person. Unfortunately, they shared similar ideas with other players.
They didn't give much thought to what those youngsters felt during the game. Even if that youngster was as talented as Lukas. In whose mind there was turmoil.
'I underestimated Dennis Kemp! Mother, you were speaking the truth when saying that there are always people better at something than you.'
Player as a whole… Dennis was much better and more productive than he was. So, Lukas was quite saddened by this realization. Earlier, he was thinking how much better he was than others; now, he can't even stand up against one striker.
'There should be something that I can exploit!' The smart playmaker considered many options. But even the mental battle with Dennis seemed impossible due to him not even giving a thought to his surroundings.
Goal! Goal! Goal!
Dennis hasn't scored since the first one, and Lukas wasn't seeing him score at the moment. But expectations were there, as his heartbeat increased and he became more nervous. The blue-eyed boy was seriously insane if he intended to play like this.
The aura emitted by Dennis was so much superior to others he played against. As if he was about to be consumed by pure anger and anguish. This was so much different from all his other games,
Lukas was finally slapped with the reality of the football world. There would always appear a competitor who was better than you, and that someone might not be a merciful enemy. 'What can I do to stop him?'
His brain rambled, thinking of one specific way to stop Dennis from getting another chance. This was to not let him touch the football.
"It's worth the try." Immediately, he told his teammates to pressure Dennis as much as possible, even doing two-man-marking on him. Even if it let other opponents get through, Dennis would be blocked, making it easier for them.
'What are they doing?' Dennis asked inaudibly. He saw the two defenders sticking only with him and with nobody else. They were in front of him, so obviously his teammates were afraid to take the risk and pass.
"Pass!"
Dennis would yell, but nobody dared to even attempt to make a pass. He would then run, but slam his shoulder against the defender, thus slowing him down. By the time he was close enough and away from defenders, the football was already on the other side of the field.
Thirteen-year-old cursed, "Fuck, so that's what you are doing."
The German remembered how he played against his uncle once, it was one on one play two or three years back. Being honest with himself, even if it was his uncle, Dennis hated not being able to even touch the ball. They were clearly having fun, but inside he was angry, and it wasn't just a childish mentality.
They always told him, "Just enjoy!", But how can he enjoy not being able to fathom what he can do on the field fully? It's always a hard thing to grasp, but there were already times when Dennis did so. It was an exhilarating feeling that he didn't want to forget.
So whatever it takes him, he'll enjoy football in his own way.
The clock was ticking as the game went on. The white team was playing to tie the game, while the black team aimed to not let them score. They would win either way if none of them scored. "This is so pathetic." Dennis cursed out loud.
For someone who wanted to win by scoring goals, this was not the style of play he would like a team to play. 'This fuckers just won't let go of me either!' Dennis used force and pushed the defenders around like ragdolls. They were getting on his nerves too much.
"Dude just let go of me." He mentioned it while pushing once again. They were still not responding. The provocations didn't work, and the defenders kept on pursuing their only target, which was Dennis. 'I'll kill them…'
His thoughts were a little bit exaggerated, but at that time he seriously wanted them to be gone.
Minute passed,
They were still on him, even going so far as to catch him by the shirt.
Five minutes passed,
The running was taking its toll on the young players, and the tempo of the match was dying down. The Defenders were too tired to run after Dennis during his sprints as well. As the last push to avoid getting scored on, the black team pushes once again. They finally attack instead of wasting time.
As the winger raced down the field, the sun beat down mercilessly, casting long shadows across the pitch. Sweat dripped down his forehead, but he refused to slow down. The sound of his feet pounding against the grass echoed through the stadium as he weaved around defenders.
Meanwhile, Lukas, the defender from the opposite team, felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins as he saw the winger approach. He knew he had to act fast if he wanted to stop the impending goal.
Others held their breath as the winger approached the box. With a sudden burst of energy, he launched a powerful cross toward Dennis, who had positioned himself perfectly for the shot.
The ball hurtled towards Lukas, who leaped into the air, his eyes fixed on the ball. He was so close he could feel the wind as it whistled past his ears. But in a moment of panic, he closed his eyes and braced for impact.
At the last second, he felt a gust of wind as the ball sailed past him, landing perfectly on Dennis' chest. Dennis lifted the ball into the air, preparing to take his shot.
He could feel the heat from the sun beating down on his back, but he didn't let it distract him. With a swift motion, he kicked the ball, sending it hurtling toward the goalpost. It was a direct hit, and the ball soared past the goalkeeper, landing perfectly in the back of the net.
The sun shone down on him, casting a warm glow over the field as he reveled in his victory.
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