Football singularity-Chapter 417 Bing-bop-boom-boom-boom-bop-bam

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[Wed, 29/05/2019, 18:00, Zdzisław-Krzyszkowiak-Stadion, Poland]

Andrés Matonte, the Uruguayan referee, did not hesitate to blow his whistle as he reached for his pocket. The Italian players swarmed around him, protesting the decision, but Tonali’s challenge had been reckless, and there was little room for argument. The referee raised a yellow card, booking Tonali for the foul as Germany was awarded a free kick in a dangerous position just outside the box.

This could barely appease the angry Germans who would have sent the Italian midfielder off if it were up to them, he would take a walk off the pitch. Luckily Meier wasn’t injured and was seen hopping on the pitch moments later after a quick check by the medical team. Florian and Rakim decided to execute the set piece and could be seen discussing who to execute it just behind the ball.

"I think we should go with a woosh, the swish and finally bang," Wirtz said to his teammate, donning a contemplative expression as he eyed the four-man wall being set up. Rakim, hearing his words, simply nodded his head, acting as if he understood what the guy was saying.

Not willing to give up he responded with an equally confidant tone. "Naw we should try a Boom, bat, boom, or maybe a Bing-bop-boom-boom-boom-bop-bam," He responded as he pointed to one of the opposing players standing in the wall looking like he was genuinely pointing out something they could use.

"Alright we will go with the second one, I’ll be player two just make sure you don’t miss," Wirtz responded with a smile, but this time covered his mouth with his hand. "When have I ever missed, the day that happens god must be sick, or the dimensions of the goal don’t match official standards." Rakim simply responded with a smile as he took a hairband from his wrist to tie his loose dreads into a ponytail.

The referee blew his whistle, and the stadium fell silent in anticipation. Rakim took a few measured steps back taking a curved run up looking like he would bend it like Bekam with his left foot. While Wirtz positioned himself in a straighter line looking like he would either shoot or make an in-swing cross. The Italians braced themselves, eyes locked onto the ball ready to face this calamity.

Wirtz took a deep breath as he scanned the wall pushing his focus to the max as he felt the pressure of the moment. Closing his eyes for a second, he sent a glance to Rakim who simply looked at the wall with a neutral smile not at all rushing him. Spitting to the side he was finally ready, taking a measured run up his gait opened up as he picked up speed.

The players in the wall already realised that he wasn’t performing a feint and looked to want to smash the ball into the goal. Whether they became collateral damage this young 16-year-old didn’t seem to care as he smiled brightly. When he reached the ball with his foot raised all of them jumped into the air ready to put their bodies on the line.

However, the shot never came as they watched in dismay as young Havertz skipped over the ball leaving them floating in the air for no reason. What worried them though was the cold face of Rakim closing in on the ball and he would definitely take the shot, after all, there wasn’t anyone else left. So, the players who had just landed immediately jumped into the air with even more power than before knowing for sure that Rakim would shoot.

(Thud) Sure enough, the sound of the ball being hit resounded, but in the next moment, they were left stupefied once again. The expected shot never arrived. Instead, they watched in horror as Wirtz, down the side of the 18-yard box just a couple of steps away from the byline, calmly received the ball without anyone around him.

He took a calm touch and geared up to send a cross into the box as he slowly dribbled inward. Seeing this, the players in the wall who had just jumped up scrambled to land and all rushed his way just as he dribbled into the box. Wirtz remained composed despite having Italian players converge on him from all directions.

Just as he reached the five-yard box from the side and Alessandro Tripaldelli, Italy’s left back, was about to pounce on him, he squared a no-look pass to the top of the box. All players had converged on him, from the 4 in that wall to the defenders who were already in the box, moved to block passing lanes and rushed to close him down.

The ball rolled perfectly into the path of Rakim ghosted in unmarked to the edge of the D at the top of the box. He didn’t adjust his stance as he was already geared up to strike the oncoming ball, with a sharp exhale, unleashed a venomous strike. The ball rocketed through the air, swerving past a lunging Tonali and an outstretched Plizzari.

Time seemed to slow as the ball thundered into the top left corner of the net sending it bulging with power as it looked like it would pierce through any moment. The German fans erupted, their deafening cheers drowning out the stunned silence of the Italian supporters. Rakim turned away, arms spread wide, a bright smile on his face as he sprinted to the right corner flag.

Pointing his finger at Wirtz, he put an arm around him, dragging him to celebrate with him. They were quickly joined by the rest of their teammates, who were rushed to embrace the duo. It was then that Rakim pushed everyone away, forming a semi-circle and bent down as if to pick up something. He acted as if it was heavy and beckoned Wirtz over, and the latter came to help him, acting as if he was putting something in the imaginary tube Rakim was holding.

Only then did Rakim dig deep to pick it up and slung it over his shoulder, and Wirtz, as if realising it was pointed at him, comically fell to the ground. Rakim, confused at this, turned to look at him, inadvertently pointing his rocket launcher to the right half of the semi-circle. Passing the vibe check, they also proceeded to dodge by throwing themselves to the ground or doing their best to shimmy out of the way.

Confused again, Rakim looked to the left half only for the same to occur, and only then did he seem to realise what was going on. Smacking his head with his free hand, he turned towards the German crowd behind the corner flag and crouched down to aim at them. A second later, he comically fell backwards as if suffering from the recoil, and the crowd exclaimed, "BOOOM," also passing the vibe check.

Paul Gartner’s laughter echoed in the commentary box. "Now that’s how you celebrate a crucial goal! I think we’ve just witnessed the youngest tandem to ever fire an imaginary rocket launcher at the crowd!" he chuckled as replays of the audacious celebration flashed on the stadium screens.

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"I don’t fault them though after orchestrating a goal like that they can celebrate as wild as they want without receiving shade from me. 70th minute the score changes once again as Germany leads with 2 goals, and Italy trails with 1 goal." He continued saying doing his job of hyping up the crowd as the players finished their celebrations.

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To Be Continued...