Football singularity-Chapter 365 Wake Up Call

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[28th Minute]

Leverkusen restarted the game with urgency. Volland, visibly frustrated, clapped his hands, urging his teammates forward. Wendell advanced up the left flank, combining neatly with Bailey to bypass Thommy. The Jamaican winger took off, his electric pace leaving Düsseldorf’s right side scrambling. Bailey’s quick step-over and burst of speed brought him to the edge of the box, where he unleashed a low-driven shot aimed for the far corner after gaining separation from Zimmermann Düsseldorf’s right back.

Steffen reacted like lightning, diving to the ground to his right to palm the ball away. He wasn’t given a chance to react and could only let his muscle memory do the job and luckily for him, he took his daily training seriously. However, the rebound spilled dangerously into the six-yard box, but Hoffmann came to the rescue sliding in heroically clearing it just before Volland could tap it home.

"We were wondering how long it would take them to respond, and we didn’t have to wait long, what an attacking sequence from the Jamaican." Derek Rae exclaimed following that attack fully engaged in the game.

"Indeed, that was a needed response for them after just concerning a goal. However, let’s not forget Steffen’s outstanding reflexes that keep his team ahead!" Stewart Robson chimed in. "And Hoffmann with the follow-up—Düsseldorf holding firm under immense pressure!"

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[35th Minute]

The Red Lions clearly did not pay attention to Albert Einstein in school as they did not let up no matter how much they failed to score. They trusted their training and tactics launching attacks down the wings by switching tempo at a moment’s notice. Quite a few times they had caught the Düsseldorf defence off guard when one of their attackers decided to break through setting off a chain reaction from the rest of the team.

One such moment happened in the 35th minute when Havertz took control of the ball just at the edge of the final quarter. Red jerseys stood in his way causing him to hesitate for a moment but in the end, he decided to risk it. Flicking the ball to his mid-field partner Demirbay he charged forward in between the Düsseldorf defence.

Before they could react, he had received the return pass and was snaking past the figure of Baker. Having torn through the heart of Düsseldorf’s midfield, he gained a little space to operate, and he did not waste it. Proving why he was for a time considered one of the best up-and-coming Attacking midfielders, he threaded a perfectly weighted pass to Bellarabi on the right.

The winger escaped his marker latching onto the ball a couple of yards ahead of the byline allowing him to dart into the box. Demirbay didn’t bother breaking into the box as he squared the ball across the face of the goal. Volland lunged for it but couldn’t quite make contact. The ball skidded past him to Wendell, who had sprinted forward to join the attack.

Wendell lined up a shot, only for Gießelmann to throw his body in front of it, deflecting the ball wide for a corner. "Düsseldorf’s defenders are putting their bodies on the line here," Stewart observed. "It’s chaotic, but it’s working."

From the corner, Demirbay whipped in a vicious inswinger. Tah rose above the crowd, his header crashing off the crossbar with a deafening thud. The ball ricocheted out, and Düsseldorf scrambled to clear their lines, the crowd roaring their encouragement.

[42nd Minute]

The match took another dramatic turn as Düsseldorf sought to double their lead. Karaman, still brimming with confidence, collected the ball deep in his own half and surged forward. His blend of strength and agility allowed him to shrug off Aránguiz’s challenge and power through midfield.

Karaman spotted Hennings making a diagonal run into the box. With a deft outside-of-the-foot pass, Karaman sent the ball curling around Tah and into Hennings’ path. The striker controlled it expertly, setting himself up for a thunderous strike.

Hrádecký was equal to the challenge, closing down the angel and diving to his left to parry the shot away. The rebound fell to Thommy, who fired on goal, only for Lars Bender to block it with a desperate slide. The ball pinged out of the box, and Leverkusen launched a counterattack.

[45th+2 Minute]

As the first half drew to a close, Leverkusen nearly found the equalizer. Havertz orchestrated the move, dropping deep to collect the ball and turning just as fast to initiate an attack. He slipped a deep pass to Bailey, who cut inside at the corner of the 18-yard box and unleashed a curling shot destined for the top corner.

Steffen, once again, reacted with cat-like instincts timing his jump just right but he wasn’t needed, and he realized that as well pulling back his outstretched hand. As expected, the ball sailed over the frame of the goal heading into the stands. The referee barely waited for the keeper to land on the ground as he blew his whistle causing the Düsseldorf fans to rise to their feet in applauding their team’s performance.

"And that’s halftime!" Derek announced. "Düsseldorf leads 1-0 thanks to a brilliant solo effort from Karaman, but Leverkusen has looked increasingly dangerous. This match is far from over, Stewart."

"Absolutely, Derek. Leverkusen has had their chances, but they’ll need to be more clinical in the second half. As for Düsseldorf, they’ve shown grit and determination, but can they maintain this level of intensity?"

The players trudged off the pitch, Düsseldorf buoyed by their lead, while Leverkusen looked determined to turn things around. The second half promised to be a battle of tactics, endurance, and nerves.

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[Away Looker Room]

The atmosphere in the Leverkusen locker room was tense but the players remained professional doing their best to regain their energy. Most players sat on the benches, sweat dripping from their brows, as they chugged down some water. Some leaned forward, staring blankly at the floor, while others fidgeted with their shin guards or towels. The dull hum of muffled crowd noise seeped through the walls, but no one was idle enough to listen.

Frustration was the only emotion and thought in everyone’s minds as they couldn’t understand why they struggled to convert. They dominated possession and did their best to create threatening attacks, but it was the execution that let them down. The fact they were 1 goal down didn’t even bother them, knowing they could easily come back from this deficit.

Peter Bosz stood at the front of the room, his face stern and his eyes scanning the group of players. The noise from the stadium outside faded into the background as he spoke, his tone sharp yet focused.

"Listen up," Bosz began, his voice carrying an edge of calm authority. "We’re still in this. We’ve controlled the game, and we’ve been unlucky in the final third. But I need you to make your own luck out there and put that Dam ball into their goal!" His voice was calm to begin with but to words the end he was shouting his final words surprising all present in the room.

"You guys are professional and your entire life revolves around putting a ball into the back of the net. So, at some point being unlucky is no longer a good enough excuse for a forward." He continued as he stared at the group of forwards which included the entire midfield line and Volland. "You don’t see L. Hrádecký blaming his luck when someone scores on him so go and make something happen or let me know and I’ll bring someone on who will."

The group of forwards gulped, feeling the tension suddenly reach another level, as they were used to the laid-back nature of their coach. Seeing him so intensely demanding them to perform wasn’t something they were expecting. The pressure was defiantly on and none of them dared to voice any form of displeasure at being suddenly singled out.

The room was heavy with silence after Bosz’s fiery words, each player feeling the weight of his expectations. The usually calm and collected coach had just shifted gears into a mode they rarely saw, and it hit them all hard. The team knew Bosz was right. They had dominated the first half in every department except for the one that mattered most — the scoreline.

Peter Bosz took a step back, his eyes locking onto key players. His gaze lingered on Volland, Demirbay, Havertz, and Bailey, each one pivotal in the attack but guilty of missed chances or poor decisions in the final third.

"We’re better than this," Bosz continued, his voice now composed but still carrying a sense of urgency. "Volland, you need to be more selfish in front of goal. You’re being too careful out there and the defense doesn’t fear you. As a matter of fact, they treat you like a friend who is just there for a visit, you’ve got to remind everyone why you deserve to be Leverkusen’s main striker."

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To Be Continued...