Chapter 1 The Announcement

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"This match requires special attention to Gilardino and Kaka. They are the core of AC Milan's attack," Magath instructed Bayern Munich players before the game.

But he soon realized he was wrong, and seriously wrong.

The match had been going on for twenty minutes, and the most active player was not Gilardino, nor Kaka, but Yang Pan. He was making life a misery for his left back, Droschygies, on the right wing. In terms of speed, he was inferior. In terms of strength, he was inferior.

Yang Pan received Kaka's pass again. Droschygies was now stuck inside, preventing his cut-in shot. But Yang Pan feinted a cut inside, fooling the opponent, and then flicked the ball to the outside, intending to accelerate past. Droschygies had no choice but to throw himself sideways, using his hip to bump Yang Pan out.

Foul!

The referee unceremoniously gave Droschygies a yellow card. This infuriated Magath, who grabbed his hair on the sidelines and shouted, "Damn it! How is this foul worthy of a yellow card?!"

No one paid attention to him. The big screen showed the caption: Bayern No. 2 Droschygies, yellow card, twenty-sixth minute.

Seeing that this yellow card was irreversible, Magath angrily smashed the water bottle in his hand.

Droschygies, on the other hand, like a child who had done something wrong, shrank his neck, lowered his head, and remained silent.

As the captain, Ballack quickly put his arm around the young man and patted him on the head reassuringly.

Droschygies couldn't be blamed, because Yang Pan's speed was too fast. If he didn't foul, he simply couldn't stop this lightning superman. Although getting a yellow card not long after the start would make future defense difficult, there was no other way.

Pirlo was responsible for taking the free kick. Since it was close to the sideline, the most likely outcome was a cross into the box.

Yang Pan did not go into the penalty area to fight for a header; he stood on the edge of the box, at the arc.

Anker was in front of the goal, directing the defensive players' positioning and marking, even telling the defenders to hold the opponent around the waist if necessary.

Pirlo looked at the penalty area. When the referee blew his whistle, he started his run-up. Then… instead of passing the ball into the penalty area, he passed it horizontally to the edge of the box!

Yang Pan was waiting in that spot. Without waiting for the ball to stop, he met it with a volley!

The ball whistled towards the goal again!

This time, Anker punched the ball out with all his might, and then fell backward awkwardly to the ground.

Kaka shrugged at Yang Pan: "Shot was too straight…"

Yang Pan shook his head: "Just not enough power yet."

Anker jumped up from the ground, constantly shaking his hand, cursing inwardly: "Damn it! That's why I don't want to play against this freak!" When receiving Yang Pan's shots, he never dared to use his palms, but used his fists instead—he was afraid of dropping it, so he simply punched it out, the farther the better.

Basten was satisfied with his arrangement. He knew Magath would send people to mark the dazzling Kaka and Gilardino, so he let Yang Pan, who had always been low-key, take the main attack. His long-range shots would definitely pose a great deterrent to Bayern, and then when Bayern had to shift the focus of their defense to Yang Pan, he would switch the core of the attack to Kaka and Gilardino.

So what if it was an away game? He wanted to always keep the rhythm of the game in his own hands, he wanted to turn the away game into a home game. Having played against Sabato many times in Serie A, and always studying Sabato, Basten himself was gradually becoming a bit like Sabato—only he hadn't noticed it, and even if he did, he would probably vehemently deny it.

Therefore, Yang Pan was the most important chess piece in this game. He had to serve as the main attacker in the early stages, and also be responsible for attracting Bayern Munich's defensive attention, creating opportunities for his teammates.

Now Kaka was strictly adhering to Basten's tactics, reducing vertical breakthroughs in the center, and passing the ball to the wings more often, creating opportunities for Yang Pan, so that Bayern would think that AC Milan's attack was focused on Yang Pan's right wing, whether he was shooting directly or crossing from the wing, they had to keep an eye on him.

Yang Pan was one of the fastest runners in football today, and people's deepest impression of him was his lightning-like speed. Once he started charging on the right wing, few people could keep up with him. Relying on Droschygies alone was no longer possible to defend against him. Magath wasn't a fool either. He quickly realized that AC Milan's attack was focused on Yang Pan's right wing, possibly thinking that the young Droschygies was easy to bully. He quickly sent Lucio to assist in the defense. Since Kaka rarely broke through in the center, having so many defensive players in the center was a waste.

Droschygies was young and energetic, while Lucio was experienced and physically strong. The two complemented each other and should be able to contain Yang Pan's arrogance on the right.

Yang Pan soon found himself surrounded by the two. He could handle one person with ease, but that didn't mean he could escape unscathed from two. After being double-teamed and dispossessed twice in a row, he decided to shift the battlefield—this wasn't Basten's tactical arrangement, just a countermeasure that Yang Pan came up with on the field.

Taking advantage of a throw-in, Yang Pan made a gesture to Ambrosini, crossing his hands in front of his chest. The meaning was obvious—cross positions. Ambrosini understood Yang Pan's intention. When Ancelotti was still around, Yang Pan often played left winger, so he was familiar with both sides. Cross-positioning was also frequently used in subsequent games. It could effectively confuse the enemy's defense and disrupt the opponent's defensive tactics.

The next time AC Milan attacked, Basten discovered that Yang Pan and Ambrosini had switched positions. Ambrosini appeared on the right wing, while Yang Pan went to the left wing. This wasn't his tactic. Originally, if Bayern had already seen that the right wing was Milan's focus of attack, he should have shifted the focus of the attack to the center. He didn't expect Yang Pan to become addicted to attacking, if the right wing didn't work, he would switch to the left…

Basten thought for a while and decided not to change the status quo for the time being. Yang Pan's offensive desire was very high now, and the results were still pretty good. So he might as well let him continue to be active on the field, further disrupting Bayern Munich's defense.

***

Kaka got the ball in midfield, and Ballack immediately came up to defend him. At thirty-four years old, Ballack wasn't young, but as Bayern's captain and core, it wasn't uncommon for someone of this age to continue playing on the field. Western players generally have longer sporting lifespans, and German players even longer. Didn't Matthäus play until he was forty?

Therefore, Kaka could still feel the strong pressure from Ballack. With his back to Ballack, he couldn't turn around when he stopped the ball. Kaka was good at letting the ball pass through at the moment of receiving it, and then turning around. Once he stopped, he didn't have many options.

Ballack understood Kaka's habits, so he immediately pressed up after Kaka received the ball.

Unable to turn around, he had no choice but to pass the ball to Pirlo.

Pirlo then passed the ball to Ambrosini, Ambrosini took two steps and passed the ball back to Gilardino, who retreated to support.

AC Milan's continuous passing drew cheers from the Milan fans who had come to support the team, and the commentators repeatedly called out beautiful: "As expected of the coach from the Netherlands! Basten has injected all the essence of Dutch football's attack into Milan's body. Now the two most beautiful teams to watch in Serie A are Fiorentina and AC Milan. Now they both have a chance to enter the Champions League final, maybe we can see a most exciting Champions League final!"

After receiving the ball, Gilardino turned around and faced the goal directly. Anker shouted loudly: "Go up and press him! Stick to him! Stick to him! Don't let him shoot or break in!" Although Anker never thought this Gilardino was as good as Zhang Jun, as AC Milan's main striker and Serie A's third-highest scorer, he had to be vigilant.

With his shout, everyone's attention was focused on Gilardino. The defenders began to move towards the center, shrinking the defense, not giving Gilardino any chance. But no one noticed that Yang Pan on the left wing was quietly moving forward.

Facing the dense defense in front of him, Gilardino had no idea either. Forcing a breakthrough was definitely not an option.

Kaka called to him from behind, Gilardino didn't turn his head, but directly passed the ball with his heel to Kaka, who was coming up, hoping to do a one-two pass through the defense.

However, Kaka, after receiving the ball, didn't pass it to him, but turned his ankle and passed the ball diagonally to the left wing.

Yang Pan quickly stepped in, and then shot directly without stopping the ball!

Once again, he swung his thigh around and used all his strength. This shot was like a cannonball, whistling towards the upper corner of the goal. Playing on the left wing, shooting with his right foot was the most comfortable.

Facing a powerful shot from only eight meters away from the goal, Anker couldn't do anything about it. He didn't even make a save, and then watched the ball graze the post and hit the net inside!

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!! Yang—Pan!! We see the power of the cannon again, Anker has no reaction! Bayern's defense has no reaction! Too beautiful!"

Anker waited for the ball to hit the net before his body fell backward to the ground, as if by inertia. It looked as if he had been knocked into the goal by the ball.

Yang Pan's shot was too fast, he simply couldn't react at this distance. But he was still annoyed. He lay on the ground, constantly hammering the turf, cursing incessantly: "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! How could you let him appear in that place unmarked?! And let him shoot calmly! Do you know how powerful he is?" He had now perfectly inherited Kahn's temperament. No one dared to argue when he cursed, because it was true that their defenders had missed someone.

Yang Pan was very happy and excited after scoring. He ran desperately for dozens of meters, and then rushed to the coaching bench and gave Basten a bear hug. He first wanted to thank Basten for giving him absolute freedom in this game, and for not criticizing him after he changed the tactics without permission, but instead letting him be more open. So this goal was dedicated to his trusting coach, Basten.

Another noteworthy point is that this goal was also Yang Pan's first goal in the Champions League this season.

The first one was so crucial. Not only did it give the team a lead over Bayern Munich in the away game, but it also gave them a valuable away goal.

The Milan fans who had come to the away game to cheer for the team were jubilant, while the Bayern fans were silent. Magath's face was even more gloomy, and no one knew what he was thinking.

***

"AC Milan leads Bayern Munich 1-0 in the away game, and the two sides are back in the game. Bayern Munich launched a counterattack… but it doesn't seem to be very effective. AC Milan from Italy is very experienced in defense, and what has made Bayern dominate the Bundesliga is also because of their solid defense, not their sharp attack."

The commentator was right. Bayern's desire to attack was strong, but the method was wrong, so the effect wasn't very good either.

Bayern had indeed relied on a solid defense to become king in the Bundesliga in recent seasons. Although they had a leading striker like Podolski in the German national team, their attacking power was still insufficient compared to AC Milan, who advocated attacking.

Bayern's attacking line, not to mention compared to Fiorentina's, was even more shabby compared to the AC Milan in front of them. Podolski was still okay, Santa Cruz was often injured, Schweinsteiger couldn't become a great player, and Deisler's talent was wiped out after he got depression.

Now Yang Pan has also taken on the responsibility of right back.

With a goal, Yang Pan was very active. Even the commentator said that as the game progressed to this point, the protagonist of this game was Yang Pan. Yang Pan's stamina was very good and his speed was very fast, so he could constantly sprint up and down the right wing, which made Droschygies a little overwhelmed.

Moreover, with a yellow card on his back, he couldn't try to stop him with a foul. If he got another yellow card and was sent off, this game would be over.

Magath saw this point. That yellow card not long after the start made Droschygies timid, and there was no way to stop Yang Pan like this. He was considering a substitution.

The right person to substitute… first of all, he definitely had to be fast enough, and also have experience. A reckless kid couldn't contain the cunning Yang Pan.

He scanned the bench, and finally his eyes fell on one person: short brown hair, looking quite energetic, with a blank expression on his face, sitting on the seat with his arms crossed. His teammates around him had all gone to warm up, so there was a lot of space around him, which also made him seem out of place with the surrounding environment.

Magath gritted his teeth: "Freier, go warm up."

The player called "Freier" suddenly heard someone call his name, and was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted, then silently took off his long pants and ran to warm up.

Yes, if the players on the field couldn't contain Yang Pan, he wouldn't want to let this player on the field at all. He was signed from Borussia Mönchengladbach last summer, when he was still playing in the second division. Magath liked this kid's talent. As a full-back, he was extremely fast, and also had a tough style, but he rarely fouled, and he was quite good at assisting.

But he didn't expect that this person could simply be called a "bomb in the locker room". Not long after joining the team, he had conflicts with his teammates. He had a strange personality and was very unpopular. He believed that his ability was no weaker than the current starter Droschygies, but he just couldn't get a starting position, so he had always been very dissatisfied with the team. Recently, his relationship with Magath himself had also become very strained, and the club had decided to get rid of him at the end of this season, whether it was a transfer or a loan, as long as they could get rid of him. Otherwise, Bayern Munich would be torn apart by him.

If the team's injury situation hadn't been a bit serious in this game, and there weren't enough players at full-back to support the team, he wouldn't have even been on the roster. It should be known that Freier hadn't appeared on Bayern's matchday squad in two months.

Now, if they wanted to contain Yang Pan, they only had this troublesome Ihmeier Freier.

Compared to Yang Pan, Droschygies was more technically gifted, but he was a little too weak. Maybe fighting violence with violence was the way to go.

***

Freier, on the sidelines, desperately sprinted back and forth, his head down. He hadn't sprinted like this on the sidelines in two months, and he had inexhaustible energy. He originally thought that this season was over, and his agent had already told him that the club was going to drive him away, and was constantly helping him contact buyers. But because he had so few opportunities to play, many clubs said that they wouldn't buy a player who couldn't even play in matches now, couldn't maintain his form at all, and didn't know what his level was. Just because you're noticed by Bayern doesn't mean you're a top player, Bayern has bought a lot of trash over the years.

Then his agent told him, in a very depressed manner, that he had to either try to play in games for Bayern, or go to a very low-level team and flounder.

Going to a low-level team was definitely impossible for the proud Freier. But playing in games for Bayern, how easy was that?

He also knew that he was called up to the roster this time because there weren't enough substitutes, so he, who had been sent to the reserves, was called to fill in. He didn't have any hope of being able to play.

Now there was a chance to play. He took the time to look at the field. Since the warm-up area was on AC Milan's right wing and Bayern Munich's left wing, he could watch up close how Yang Pan was making life difficult for his rival.

Kaka made a feint, looking as if he was going to break through towards the center. Ballack's center of gravity shifted, and Kaka took advantage of this opportunity to flick the ball to the wing. Yang Pan quickly stepped in from behind, and Droschygies became nervous again. He didn't want to foul, but looking at Yang Pan's aggressive posture, he couldn't do nothing. Following him would definitely get him thrown off. He had no choice but to brace himself, aim at the ball, and slide tackle from the side.

Yang Pan was faster than he thought. He stretched his foot forward and poked the ball forward, then jumped up and got past Droschygies.

The Milan fans behind the Bayern goal erupted in huge cheers.

Freier had stopped warming up long ago, and was watching the duel on the field with rapt attention. In Yang Pan's lightning-like breakthrough just now, he smelled a hint of excitement.

That was the bloodlust of wanting to fight, that he hadn't felt in a long time without an opponent.

***

Halftime came quickly, and Droschygies looked a little dejected as he left the field, having been completely defeated by Yang Pan in the first half. Ballack came up to pat him on the shoulder, saying nothing, to show his comfort.

He remained silent when he returned to the locker room, and everyone could see that he was very upset. At only twenty-one years old, he was able to secure a starting position at Bayern Munich, and he also had the opportunity to be selected for the German national team to participate in the South Africa World Cup—the national team's coach, Klinsmann, was watching in the box. He didn't expect that he would lose so badly in this duel with Yang Pan.

Magath looked at Droschygies' performance, sighed inwardly, and then shook his head and said, "Michel (Droschygies), you don't have to play in the second half, take a good rest and deal with the weekend league."

Droschygies opened his eyes wide and looked at Magath. They had already secured the league title, so what was the point of saving energy? He knew that the coach was dissatisfied with his performance in the first half. But if he was off, who would come on to replace him? Droschygies thought for a long time, but couldn't think of anyone else who could defend against Yang Pan.

"…Freier will come on in the second half, he is responsible for defending against Yang Pan."

There was an uproar in the locker room, but fortunately Freier was still warming up outside at this time and didn't see his teammates' reaction.

"Quiet!" Magath put on the majesty of the coach, "I know you all have opinions about him, but this is the Champions League! If we lose this damn semi-final, our season will be over! You guys tell me, besides him, who else can defend against Yang Pan's breakthrough?"

Everyone was silent, there really wasn't anyone.

"How many seasons have we not won the Champions League title? Everything for the team, I hope you perform like a team on the field, not a bunch of loose sand!"

Someone muttered in a low voice: "That depends on whether he is willing to do it for the team…"

Magath heard it, but what could he say? Everyone knew Freier's bad name, he could only sigh in his heart again.

***

In the AC Milan locker room, his teammates congratulated Yang Pan. Basten also praised Yang Pan's performance in the first half, and didn't criticize him for changing his tactics without permission. Basten wasn't the kind of coach who decided everything, he appreciated his players having their own thoughts on the field, to put it bluntly, he advocated that playing football required thinking more—because he himself was like this when he played football, so when he became a coach, he hoped that his players would be like this too.

Yang Pan didn't take this goal too seriously, he was just that kind of person. After a brief celebration, the locker room quieted down, and Basten continued to arrange the tactics for the second half. Yang Pan was asked to continue his performance in the first half, and the central attack couldn't be abandoned either. He had to create more trouble for Bayern in the second half, and let them see AC Milan's attack.

Yang Pan leaned against the wall, squinting slightly. Basten had finished speaking, and now he had to hurry up and rest. He was also very satisfied with his performance in the first half. Bayern's left back couldn't do anything to him at all. He could come and go as he pleased. It was simply more free than in his own backyard.

If Bayern was still like this in the second half, then it wouldn't be difficult for Milan to win the first leg. Furthermore, even winning both legs wouldn't be a problem.

At the thought of being able to compete with Zhang Jun on the highly anticipated Champions League final, he became excited for no reason.

***

After the second half restarted, Yang Pan found that his opponent had changed. A very unfamiliar person, so unfamiliar that even coach Basten didn't have this person's detailed information.

"Who is he?" Looking at the full-back on the field with short hair and an unkind expression, Basten turned to ask his assistant coach.

The assistant coach shook his head in response.

Kaka passed the ball to Yang Pan. Yang Pan didn't take the opponent seriously. He knew that Droschygies was now Bayern's best left back. If he couldn't contain him, then no one would be able to stop him. Now that he had been replaced because of his poor performance, did it mean that Bayern had surrendered?

No matter who came on now, if he wanted to break through, no one could stop him!

Determined, Yang Pan made a feint with his upper body, then flicked the ball forward, and then accelerated to pursue it. He originally planned to simply break through past the opponent. He didn't expect that the stranger would move his body to the side, and then turn around, and then block his position. He bumped into him, and the ball fell at the opponent's feet.

Bayern fans let out a huge cheer. This was the first time in the game that Bayern had successfully stopped Yang Pan's breakthrough in a one-on-one situation—without fouling.

Yang Pan was quite surprised when he bumped into that person's back. He staggered from the reaction force, and then looked at the opponent with wide eyes.

The opponent casually passed the ball to a teammate, then turned his head and grinned at Yang Pan, two sharp canine teeth exposed, coupled with his eyes, made Yang Pan shudder.

He smelled that the opponent in front of him had the scent of a beast, and it was the kind that had been locked up for a long time and was extremely hungry.

Okay, maybe I was a little careless just now. Let's try again… Yang Pan silently chanted in his heart, he was waiting for the right opportunity to attack the wing again.

The opportunity came again soon. Kaka in the center was being marked closely, so he could only choose to pass to the wing, and the primary choice for passing was naturally Yang Pan, who was in good form.

This time Yang Pan didn't have so many pleasantries, he came up and showed his true skills, first flicking the ball forward, then accelerating, letting the opponent think he would break through in a straight line. The opponent was fooled, turned around and ran out, then Yang Pan suddenly pulled the ball back, making a gesture to cut inside, and the opponent turned around again, pouncing back. Just when he was facing away from Yang Pan, Yang Pan used his right foot to flick the ball to the outside, and then continued to break through in a straight line!

This series of feints was very smooth, and the audience shouted with satisfaction—of course, except for the Bayern fans.

Yang Pan thought that he would definitely be able to get past the opponent this time. He didn't expect that just as he flicked the ball out and planned to accelerate, he saw the defender, with his back to him, suddenly make a flying tackle, kicking the ball out of bounds, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground! And the referee didn't indicate that this was a foul!

He had only turned halfway just now when he noticed something was wrong, and then forcibly changed his center of gravity, and then flew his body out, finally destroying the ball in front of Yang Pan.

"Damn it! Where did this guy come from?" Basten jumped up from the coaching bench with his notebook in his hand, and then cursed rudely.

He had Bayern's roster for the past few months, but he had never seen this person's name once.

"Not a starter, not a substitute either, I haven't found him on the substitute list. If he is a Bayern player, he should be a player from the second team or a lower-level team, but why hasn't such an excellent player appeared in Bayern's first team or even the eighteen-man roster?" Basten flipped through the notebook in his hand, which contained a lot of information.

"Marco." The assistant coach suddenly remembered something, he said to Basten. "I remember, he is Ihmeier Freier."

"Ihmeier Freier?"

"Um, he transferred from the second division team Borussia Mönchengladbach last summer. At that time, the Italian media reported that he was Germany's future starting left back, a very talented player. But later, because he had a strained relationship with the players, coaches, and executives in the team, he was gradually abandoned. As far as I know, he hasn't appeared on Bayern Munich's matchday squad in about two months."

"Then how did he appear on the bench in this game, and even came on the field?"

"It's… because Bayern's injury situation was serious before the game, and he was the only substitute left back…"

"Why didn't you tell me this important information earlier!" Basten wanted to strangle this assistant coach now. Now he had no preparation at all, what should he do?

***

Yang Pan on the field was also very depressed. This opponent was simply appearing out of thin air. He originally thought that Droschygies was already Bayern's best left back, but he didn't expect that this defender was even more terrifying. Fast, strong, and aware, although his skills weren't very good, that momentum was the perfect counter to Yang Pan.

He had just tried to compete with this opponent in speed, but unfortunately running with the ball was always not as good as running without the ball. In the end, he was forced to the baseline, and a forced cross could only give Anker a chance to warm up.

He looked at Kaka, and Kaka shrugged at him, indicating that he couldn't help him. Even if he pulled out to the wing, he might not be able to gain an advantage.

Yang Pan suddenly heard someone calling his name from the sidelines. He turned his head to look, and it turned out to be coach Basten.

"Yang!" He made a gesture of crossing his hands in front of his chest. That meant letting Yang Pan cross positions with Ambrosini like in the first half, Ambrosini would go to the right wing, and Yang Pan would go to the left wing, to avoid this troublesome Freier.

Yang Pan wasn't the kind of person who would suffer for the sake of saving face. He nodded, and then conveyed Basten's instructions to Ambrosini. After a forward attack, the two switched positions.

But when he received the ball again and prepared to break through, his eyes blurred, which made him stunned. Because he saw that haunting Freier again.

Not only was he stunned, even Bayern's own players were stunned. Bayern's right back, Arne Friedrich, who was responsible for defending the right wing, was very surprised. This shouldn't be a place for a left back. Yang Pan saw that Bayern's two full-backs were squeezed onto one wing, then the other wing must be empty!

So he unhesitatingly transferred the ball to the right wing with a big kick.

He was right, the right wing was indeed empty, there was no one there, neither Bayern players nor AC Milan players, and the ball flew directly out of bounds… because no one expected that Freier would boldly run to the left wing, and abandon the right wing defense!

"Fuck! What the hell are you doing?! Get back here!" Lucio shouted at Freier, but Freier pushed the stunned Friedrich.

"What are you stunned for? Hurry up and go defend the left wing! I'll take care of this side!" Then the confused Friedrich didn't even know what was going on, and became a left back.

"Hey, Rizzaro, have you ever seen a man-marking winger?" Basten asked the assistant coach next to him.

Rizzaro shook his head blankly.

Basten then pointed to Bayern's left wing on the field: "Look, now there's one right in front of you… a man-marking winger."

His tone was quite helpless, even the opposing coach didn't expect Bayern's full-back to mess around like this. Wherever Yang Pan went, he would follow him, if Yang Pan went back to play full-back, it was estimated that the reckless Freier would immediately become a winger, but a man-marking winger.

***

On the other side, the Bayern coaching bench was also in an uproar.

"How can he do this?! He's not the coach, he has no right to modify our formation, tactics, or even personnel! He squeezed Friedrich to the left, which will mess up our entire defense!" A coach on the coaching staff roared hoarsely, wishing he could rush onto the field and pull that reckless Freier down.

"I didn't agree with letting that bastard kid on the field in the first place, he'll only mess up our arrangements."

"Then who do you say to put on if you don't put him on? If we continue to let Droschygies stay on the field, we'll just wait for him to be sent off with a red card!"

"Enough! All of you shut up!" Magath couldn't stand these people's noise, he roared, suppressing all other voices. "I was the one who let him on the field, I'll take responsibility if there's a problem. Friedrich is a pure right back, that's right, but Milan's goal in the first half was scored by Yang Pan on our right wing, and Friedrich was just as struggling when defending Yang Pan. Since Freier can contain Yang Pan and force him to leave his most skilled left wing, I think we should give him this chance, let him specifically mark Yang Pan. When Yang Pan finds that he can't break through from the left wing either, he will naturally return to the more skilled right wing. Give him this chance, give him this chance…"

Magath almost became a self-talking mumble when he said the last words.

Droschygies, sitting on the bench, listening to the coaches' arguments, suddenly felt an ominous feeling in his heart: Could his starting position be threatened from now on?

***

Klinsmann, who was watching the game in the VIP box, asked his assistant Bierhoff, with some interest, as he watched the situation on the field: "That left back is very interesting, who is he?"

"Ihmeier Freier."

"This name is very unfamiliar."

"Yes, he transferred from the second division team Borussia Mönchengladbach to Bayern last summer, but he was demoted to the reserve team after only playing a few games because he had a strained relationship with the team. Being able to enter the roster in this game is because Bayern has no one to replace him in the left back position."

Klinsmann smiled: "Even more interesting. Okay, put him as a key object of investigation. Germany is currently lacking an excellent left back…"

Bierhoff hesitated a little: "But didn't you originally have Droschygies in mind? Moreover, the arrival of such a player will make our locker room atmosphere tense…" He was the leader of the German team, and he often had to consider not only tactics, but also the locker room atmosphere, which he needed to pay attention to at all times.

Klinsmann smiled again: "I know what he's working so hard for, entering the German team and participating in the World Cup. Such a temptation will make him dare not be presumptuous in the national team at all." He smiled shrewdly, looking confident.

***

As Magath said, Yang Pan was not as comfortable on the left wing as he was on the right wing. Freier's entanglement with him was comprehensive: top, bottom, front, back, left, right… As long as Yang Pan got the ball, Freier would appear next to him, even more intimate than lovers.

Sometimes, Yang Pan really wanted to push this person away, and then scold him: "Aren't you annoying? If you're not annoyed, I'm annoyed!"

The helpless Yang Pan had no choice but to switch back to the right wing from the left wing again.

Basten also waved his hand, and the team's tactics changed. The core of the attack became Kaka, the team combined wing and center, and Yang Pan's pressure was greatly reduced—he was more often used to contain Bayern's defensive attention, rather than as a true participant in the attack.

At this time, Freier's marking of him also gradually relaxed. But Yang Pan suddenly felt a little lost: If he couldn't even defeat an unknown pawn, how could he challenge Zhang Jun?

No, he had to find a chance to get back the ground he lost!

***

Kaka became active again. In the previous game, Yang Pan's performance made people almost ignore his existence. Now, after he made sharp breakthroughs in the middle again and again, people remembered that AC Milan also had a world-class midfielder.

It wasn't easy for the thirty-year-old Ballack to completely shut down the twenty-eight-year-old Kaka. Kaka was the kind of genius who could break through the opponent's midfield to the defense line alone, so Bayern had to re-invest heavy troops in the central defense.

Kaka's breakthroughs constantly created this and that trouble for Bayern. AC Milan got as many as three free kicks within just fifteen minutes in front of the box, less than ten meters away!

This was a very amazing number.

But because Bayern's defense was too tight, in addition to getting more free kicks, Milan couldn't get more goals either.

Kaka's long-range shots were also very threatening, but under the dense close marking, it was good enough for him to keep the ball from being lost, so where did he have the energy to worry about scoring from long-range shots?

Ballack, Demichelis, and Lucio surrounded Kaka, determined to take the ball from him no matter what. Kaka then glanced at the right wing, Freier's distance from Yang Pan was subtle, not too close, but not too far either. He decided to pass the ball to Yang Pan, because in this direction, he could only guarantee that the ball wouldn't be intercepted on the way if he passed it to Yang Pan.

Yang Pan received the ball, and Freier naturally waited in full battle array again, lowering his center of gravity and staring at the ball under Yang Pan's feet.

Bayern fans began to shout Freier's name, cheering him on. Freier hadn't enjoyed such an atmosphere for a long, long time.

Facing Freier, Yang Pan also became angry. He didn't believe that