The stands at the Red Bull Arena.

Not far from the south stand where die-hard St. Pauli fans gather, there is another specially designated area.

This place is not close to the venue, and most of the people around are supporters of St. Pauli. Among them, there is also a group of young children.

They are the young players and fans who came to Leipzig with the team this time.

The friendly match for the young players is tomorrow, so none of them are present in the stands today. However, as the game progresses, they have changed from being curious and excited at the beginning to being dejected now.

The young players who can be selected for the St. Pauli U15 naturally understand the ball. The result of the first half made them extremely frustrated.

The team really has no power to fight back.

The second half has just begun, and they can only pray hard that the team can come back to life.

At this moment, the No. 1 Sports staff who went to buy burgers and beers during the intermission came back, and their seats were arranged here.

It is not only convenient for taking care of children, but also better for taking pictures of die-hard fans in the south stand next to it.

Two staff members passed by the children and complained:

"I don't know what the higher-ups are thinking, they came here specifically to take pictures of a German second division team."

"I heard that there are players in St. Pauli who have relationships with company executives, so we have this arrangement!"

"No wonder, they are both sponsoring and filming documentaries. This relationship is not ordinary!"

"It's just that if you play so poorly, the footage shot today must be cut. It's a complete waste of time!"

The chat between the two fell into the ears of two young St. Pauli players. The two looked at each other and stretched out a foot from under the seat.

The staff passing by them were unprepared. The two of them stumbled one after another and spilled most of the beer in their hands.

Just when they lowered their heads to find the culprit, a young player in the front row suddenly jumped up and cheered. By coincidence, his raised hands knocked the only hamburgers left in the two people's hands to the ground.

"What a pity this goal is! Ah! I'm sorry, I didn't know you were behind me..."

Seeing the guilty expression on the Asian boy in front of them, the two staff members were unable to do anything.

At this time, the football match had already started, and they had no time to go back to buy things, so they could only consider themselves unlucky.

"Master! Well done! How did you know the burger was there!"

Mukoko, who was the first to stretch his legs just now, came up from behind with a smile, showing his big white teeth.

"I know I know!"

Joshua Wagenorman, who also looked excited, watched the two staff members walk away with a stern look on his face, and then whispered:

"Master has eyes on his back! That's why he always makes some strange passes when he plays football!"

Master looked at his two serious teammates as if they were fools and replied.

"I don't know, I'm just concentrating on watching the ball!"

After saying that, he sat back down, but he was still muttering in a low voice.

"After Behrens and Zatkovsky double-teamed and grabbed the ball, they passed it directly to the center."

"Phil Kruger grabbed the first point and passed it to Ryo Miyaichi. Ryo Miyaichi stopped the ball and passed by, and then made a pass from the bottom in an inverted triangle. Unfortunately, there was no one in the middle to outflank him."

"There's nothing wrong with this pass. It's because Behrens made the pass too slowly, otherwise this ball would have been a good opportunity to score!"

"Miyaichi Ryo is in good condition. We should give him the ball more to organize attacks."

This is his habit of watching football. He likes to review the previous attack in his mind to analyze whether there is a more reasonable choice.

It's just that the stadium was too noisy and he couldn't think peacefully, so he could only say what was on his mind.

"You are not allowed to talk about my father!"

Just as Master was concentrating on analyzing Leipzig Red Bull's attack, a crisp voice interrupted him.

"ah?"

Master turned his head and looked at the little girl sitting next to him.

This is a little white girl who is only eight or nine years old. She has beautiful blond hair, but her face is very pale, probably because she seldom basks in the sun.

In addition, she was very quiet throughout the first half, like a dumb doll, completely different from her lively and active peers.

On the other side of the little girl's seat was a woman in her thirties, who must be her family member, who was responsible for taking care of her. During the first half, she had been telling her about the situation on the court, like a personal commentator.

Because he was sitting very close, Master inevitably heard some of it. I can only say that this commentator was very unprofessional.

Master also saw them on the train. Judging from the little girl's tone just now, they must be the family members of a certain player.

"I'm sorry, Cecily... Hey, Cecily, you..."

The middle-aged woman first made an embarrassed expression towards Master, and then turned her attention back to the little girl. It was obvious that she cared about the little girl.

It should be her mother, thinking about what I just said, so they are Behrens' wife and daughter?

"It doesn't matter, ma'am, maybe I'm affecting your watching the game."

Master said politely, but the little girl ignored him.

"No, no, no, I also heard what you analyzed in the first half, but you are much more professional than me, right?"

The little girl still stared at the court, and she nodded slightly after more than ten seconds.

If it weren't for Master's outstanding observation skills, he really wouldn't have discovered it.

This little girl is too arrogant!

"that……"

"My name is Master, ma'am."

"Master, this is Cecily, I am her aunt, Ilia, can you please speak louder, Ce... we also want to hear what you have to say."

Across the motionless little girl, Illya actually made this request.

Do you want me to explain it to her?

Master was about to refuse, but when he saw the other party's pleading eyes and the little girl's quietly pricked ears, he unexpectedly agreed.

"Well, now St. Pauli has changed its formation and turned into 442. So far, the effect is good."

"At least it's better than the first half. In the first half, St. Pauli didn't even have a shot. The problem mainly lies in the midfield. But now after changing the formation, their midfield has regained its vitality, but there are also hidden dangers in the defense...

…”

"Look at this ball! It's dangerous!"

Master was still talking seriously, but things changed suddenly on the field.

Leipzig center back Orban suddenly sent a long pass. The ball quickly passed through the crowded midfield and was directly hoisted to the back of St. Pauli.

A red figure had already activated in advance and came out from the side!

It is Sabitzer, the fastest right winger in the Leipzig Red Bull team!

Several St. Pauli center backs immediately raised their hands to signal the referee to be offside.

But the linesman on this side didn’t say anything!

Offside trap failed!

Sabitzer steadily stopped the ball while running at high speed!

There is only a lone goalkeeper in front of him!

Single ball!

What Wan Mang was most worried about happened!

I don’t know whether the Leipzig Red Bull players are good at reading the game, or whether the head coach Rangnick on the sidelines has arrangements. Anyway, after only five minutes of playing, they discovered St. Pauli’s weakness!

Sabitzer swung the ball with his big foot, and then continued to accelerate towards the goal!

He believed in his speed, and it was impossible for anyone to catch up at this time!

Yeah?

A St. Pauli man who celebrated his eighteenth birthday just two months ago told him with practical actions.
Chapter completed!