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[10/11/2019, Stadion GOSiR, 17:50]
The deafening chorus of boos raining down on Rakim didn't seem to faze him as he simply reassured the kid that was holding his hand. The blonde Polish boy no older than 10 had visibly flinched when the cascade of boos descended on them. "Don't worry kid blonde worry Marcel they are booing for me." He told him with a light smile reaching out a hand to ruffle his neatly styled hair that made him look like he was going to a bar mitzva.
"Huh, why would they be booing you? You're really great," he innocently asked as he started gushing over one of his goals against Italy that had impressed him.
Instead of answering his question rakim asked one of his own as he glanced down looking into Marcel's light blue eyes. "You want to be a pro one day, right?" His question was quickly met with an eager nod, "I want to be like Robert when I grow up and help him win a World Cup,"
He spent the next few moments gushing over his Idol the man who had made Polish football proud. Rakim chuckled at the boy's enthusiasm, nodding as Marcel continued praising Robert Lewandowski with the kind of admiration only a young dreamer could muster. The passion in his voice was undeniable, and Rakim didn't bother interrupting him as they walked onto the pitch.
"If you want to achieve your goal then you have to be nothing but great, simply playing the game and becoming a professional isn't enough," Rakim told him with a serious tone locking gazes with the boy who had now calmed down. "If they don't boo your that means they don't fear your abilities and if they don't fear you, you're simply not great,"
Marcel's eyes widened slightly at Rakim's words, his young mind trying to process the deeper meaning. The roar of the crowd, the bright lights of the stadium, the pressure of the moment—none of it seemed to shake the German winger in the slightest. In fact, he seemed to look forward to it, something he couldn't fathom as he felt the urge to cry whenever one of his caches critiqued him.
Before Marcel could respond, the referee signalled for the children to take a step forward as the players stood for the national anthems. He felt the urge to look back, but the loud singing of the American national anthem resounded from the stands kept him rooted. While Rakim might not fear them he had seen plenty of news on how crazy these guys can be and didn't want to agitate them further.
Following the American anthem came the German one which seemed to go by much quicker for little Marcel. Rakim gave the boy one last pat on the head before jogging toward his position in the German lineup. The little guy looked back one more time before joining his friends in taking their seats in the row of seats prepared behind the away team's bench.
[Ding: Mamba Mentality 'Grade Unique, Trait hidden function triggered]
Ding: Mamba Mentality 'Garde Unique.' Trait
-Bost Training Results by 15% When consistently pushing your limits in training
-Has a 30% boost when translating practised skills into a live game, resulting in fewer errors in crucial moments.
-Boost a random stat by 1 grade for 10 minutes when Ego is challenged
-(Limited time function), 15% increase in endurance, 10%decrease in team vision when attacking, 20% increase in Speed, Football Technique, and Stamina for the duration of the match or until your opponent's will is broken,
(Note: The Mamba system thrives under pressure playing in hostile crowds primarily targeting you on both professional and personal levels will trigger random functions.)
'Well, I guess even the system wants to go all out,' Rakim thought to himself as he took his spot next to the halfway line on the left flank. A dangerous smile appeared on his face as he heard someone shout profanities at him from the nearby stands.
{You nervous? I know it can't be easy playing in this match,} Eva asked in his mind causing him to stop his thoughts for a second as he gazed at Luca and Christian Pulisic performing the coin toss.
'You know for just a second I hoped... I even felt bad having to face them despite talking a big game leading up to the match. Don't know why I thought they might cheer for me, But I guess them booing makes what I have to do a lot easier.' Rakim responded as he did his best to block out the noise knowing that reacting to them would only hurt him.
{Fair enough, is there anything you want to ask before your match?} She asked him expecting him to question regarding the sudden action of the Mamba mentality traits.
'No not really, it's pretty self-explanatory, though the boost in endurance has me wondering if the system is expecting me to get fouled a lot?' He responded contemplating whether it was predicting what was about to happen in the match or if this was simply part of the trait.
{Actually, it is a bit of both, the likelihood of you being treated more roughly in this match with emotions running high coupled with the drama and the history is high. However, the main reason is due to whom this trait is modelled after, a player so good and pressured in his skills that he would take on the whole team if they managed to wake the monster. This coupled with your playstyle might push defenders to opt to just foul you instead of taking the risk of getting humiliated.}
'So, what you're telling me is, expect to get kicked a lot?' Rakim smirked to himself, stretching his neck from side to side as the final preparations were being made on the field.
{Essentially, that is unless you guys let them steamroll you} Eva commented with a light-hearted tone sounding almost disinterested in how he would handle this challenge. 'That was never an option was it,' Rakim immediately commented just as the two captains and the officials finished their little talk ending in a USA Kick off.
Luca chose to stay on the away side keeping their fans behind them since they were already outnumbered, they might as well shoot into their goal first. Rakim watched the German keeper jog back to his position adjusting his kit as he looked down the wing at Dest whom he would have to face today.
[10/11/2019, Stadion GOSiR, 18:00]
The shrill sound of the referee's whistle pierced through the deafening noise of the stadium. The match had officially begun. Matteo Smith tapped the ball back to McKennie, who immediately scanned the field before shifting the ball sideways to Yunus Musah. Team USA wasted no time, quickly pushing their lines forward, looking to control the opening minutes with a high tempo.
"And we are underway here in Stadion GOSiR!" Paul Gartner announced, his voice brimming with excitement. "Team USA in white, immediately settling into possession, looking to keep control of the ball early on."
Jamie Oliver leaned forward, watching the ball zip between the American midfielders. "No surprises there, Paul. They know Germany likes to dominate possession, so they're trying to set the tone first. They must not let Germany dictate this match early."
Reyna, positioned just behind Matteo, received the ball in a pocket of space between Stiller and Tauer. With a smooth turn, he instantly played it out wide to Pulisic, who had already begun his sprint down his left flank. Jamie Leweling tracked back, already in anticipation of an early aggressive attack from their opponents.
Pulisic, with a burst of acceleration, took a sharp touch inside, bypassing Asta before threading a pass to Matteo, who had dropped just outside the box. Bella-Kotchap moved in fast, stepping up to close the space, but Matteo shifted the ball quickly onto his stronger right foot. With a split-second opening, he let loose a powerful strike aimed at the bottom corner. The crowd held its breath as the ball skidded off the wet grass, rocketing towards the goa.