"SHIT! COME ON, MORITA!"
"DON'T WASTE IT AGAIN, PLEASE!"
"GET IT DONE YOURSELF!"
The moment the ball landed on Morita's chest, all the supporters roared immediately, praying that the final product of this counterattack would be better than before.
This time, though, Dortmund showed their experience once again, as they didn't panic like before. If anything, their move was more coordinated, dropping back in order to stop the attack.
Thomas Delaney was the one whose role was to slow Morita down in the midfield. His task was not to stop him completely, but at least to make things difficult for the boy.
It was a slow-down tactic, while all the other players moved back to put pressure on Morita and come back to their own positions.
Morita could see it clearly as well, and he knew that this time, the offense wouldn't be smoother than before.
"Oh, well, that means I have to stretch my legs a little bit, right?" He mused while also chuckling inwardly.
