Football singularity-Chapter 470 First Blood

CM: Mason Mount

RW: Bukayo Saka

ST: Mason Greenwood

LW: Jadon Sancho

Vs

Germany: 4-2-3-1

GK: Luca Unbehaun

RB: Simon Asta

CB: Armel Bella-Kotchap

CB: Kevin Ehlers

LB: Noah Katterbach

CDM: Angelo Stiller

CDM: Niklas Tauer

RM: Jamie Leweling

CAM: Florian Wirtz

LM: Rakim Rex

ST: Lenn Jastremski

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[Location: Łódź, Poland – Stadion Widzewa Łódź | Time: 17:00 | U-20 World Cup Final Kick-off]

A moment of silence stretched across the Serce Łodzi.

The anthems had faded, leaving behind only the buzzing energy of sixty thousand fans. Camera flashes flickered like fireflies across the stands. On the pitch, boots scuffed turf, captains shook hands, and the referee, clad in neon yellow, lifted his whistle to his lips.

(Peeeeep!)

"And we're underway!" Paul Gartner's voice resonated enthusiastically from the commentary box. "Germany in green kicks off from right to left, England in their traditional white attacking left to right. Eddie, it feels like we're on the brink of something special tonight."

"Absolutely, Paul," Eddie Hall responded, eyes locked on the action. "Two footballing titans meeting at youth level. This is as much about pride as it is about potential."

Germany settled quickly into possession, the ball zipping from Bella-Kotchap to Ehlers, then sharply to Noah Katterbach on the left. Immediately, Rakim Rex drifted wide, pulling Reece James towards him and opening a channel inside.

Rakim Rex collected Katterbach's pass smoothly, his first touch deceptive, causing Reece James to back off. He approached cautiously, feet light, eyes fixed firmly on Rakim's hips, adjusting to his minute movement. Rakim hesitated slightly, shifting his weight to the left, before snapping the ball sharply right. James lunged, caught off balance, leaving Rakim half a yard to accelerate down the touchline.

Rakim surged forward, the crowd roaring approval, the green of his kit blending into a blur beneath the dazzling lights. He lifted his head and curled a teasing cross toward the edge of the penalty area. Florian Wirtz ghosted into space, arriving perfectly timed, meeting the ball with a cushioned volley.

Dean Henderson dove instinctively, fingertips brushing leather just enough to send it inches past the upper right corner. A collective gasp echoed throughout Serce Łodzi as the German fans groaned in frustration. "Germany nearly struck first," Paul Gartner's voice rose sharply. "Rakim and Wirtz are already connecting superbly. England must respond, or this will quickly turn into a one-sided affair."

England regrouped quickly. Henderson barked orders, steadying his defenders as Jamie Leweling geared up for a corner kick. Jamie Leweling set the ball down carefully at the corner flag, took a measured step back, and raised his right arm. Inside the box, players jostled for position, each muscle coiled, waiting to spring. The noise from the stands ebbed momentarily, as though the crowd itself held its breath.

Leweling whipped in a high, curling corner towards the penalty spot. Lenn Jastremski muscled his way past Declan Rice, rising powerfully. He met the ball with force, but it glanced off his forehead and spiralled harmlessly wide.

"Jastremski got away from his marker beautifully, Eddie," Paul Gartner said breathlessly, "but he couldn't get his header on target."

Dean Henderson immediately signalled his team forward, quickly rolling the ball short to Conor Bradley, who calmly brought it out of defence. Bradley fed a crisp pass into midfield, finding Jude Bellingham, who pivoted gracefully away from Angelo Stiller, his touch effortlessly buying him space.

Bellingham took three powerful strides before sliding a perfectly weighted pass forward to Mason Mount, positioned cleverly between the lines. Mount turned sharply, eyes scanning quickly before releasing a threaded ball out wide to Jadon Sancho on the flank. The English winger faced off against Simon Asta, teasing him with quick feints and subtle shifts of balance.

Sancho cut sharply inside, suddenly accelerating and pulling Asta with him. Just as the defender committed, Sancho expertly backheeled the ball into Ben Chilwell's overlapping run. Chilwell surged toward the byline, firing a low, driven cross into Germany's penalty area.

Mason Greenwood reacted quickest, darting toward the near post. He extended his leg, connecting firmly, but Luca Unbehaun reacted spectacularly, diving low to his left and parrying the shot away. The ball rolled tantalizingly across the face of the goal until Armel Bella-Kotchap cleared with authority, thumping it toward the halfway line.

"Fantastic reaction saves by Unbehaun!" Eddie Hall exclaimed. "England's interplay on the wing nearly paid off—Greenwood must've thought he'd opened the scoring there."

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The match entered a subtle deadlock with neither of the two teams being able to create any meaningful chances. After a couple of close calls, in the 10th minute England was given their next big chance when Jadon Sancho was taken down by a late tackle from Angelo Stiller. A piercing whistle quickly cut through the cacophony as Jadon Sancho tumbled across the turf.

The referee's hand, already dipping into his pocket, brandished a yellow card toward the German midfielder. Stiller protested briefly, but the referee's pointed finger towards the spot of the infringement silenced any complaints.

"Free kick, England," Paul Gartner remarked succinctly from the commentary box. "This could be dangerous for Germany. Mason Mount and Bukayo Saka hovering over it."

Mount and Saka exchanged a quick glance and shared a couple of words before they both took a couple of steps for their run-up. Five German defenders lined up shoulder-to-shoulder, tense and unmoving. The crowd's energy tightened into tense silence as Mason Mount and Bukayo Saka hovered over the free kick. Germany's wall stood firm, anchored by Bella-Kotchap, tension rippling visibly in their stance.

Mount's eyes flickered toward the goal as Saka feinted his approach. With precision, Mount lofted the ball in a smooth, curling arc toward the far post. Bodies surged forward as the ball dipped dangerously into the heart of Germany's penalty area.

Jude Bellingham soared above the cluster of green shirts, his timing impeccable. His forehead connected cleanly, directing the ball downward with force, a textbook header bound for the right side of the goal. Luca Unbehaun, reading the play brilliantly, lunged with remarkable agility, managing to bring his foot to the ball with enough force to clear it.

The crowd erupted into a chaotic mix of cheers and groans. Eddie Hall's voice crackled over the airwaves, "Another superb save from Unbehaun! He's keeping Germany in this."

Germany's counterattack ignited immediately, springing from Luca Unbehaun's sharp clearance. The ball landed at the feet of Noah Katterbach at the edge of the box. Noah cushioned Unbehaun's clearance impeccably, spinning deftly past Bukayo Saka's eager press. With his head raised, the German left-back surged forward, the ball glued to his instep.

Declan Rice moved swiftly to close him down, but Katterbach sharply changed direction, slipping a precise pass to Rakim Rex, who had surged up the middle of the field. Rakim received the ball smoothly, just as he crossed the halfway line, doing his best to hold off Jude on his right. Jude stuck his foot out in an attempt to steal the ball; however, Rakim flicked the ball behind him with a sublime touch, spinning swiftly to collect it on the other side.

He didn't hold on to the ball, though, but unleashed a curving through ball up the right flank for Jamie Leweling to latch onto. Jamie Leweling accelerated down the right flank, his boots pounding against the turf as the roar of anticipation from the German fans swelled. Ben Chilwell sprinted desperately to recover ground, eyes wide in urgency, breathing hard to close the space.

Leweling cut sharply toward the goal, shifting his weight subtly, forcing Chilwell into a rash challenge. With a burst of speed, he nudged the ball past Chilwell's outstretched boot, driving into the penalty area. The English defender stumbled slightly, off-balance and helpless, as Leweling raised his head to assess options.

Dean Henderson narrowed the angle sharply, advancing assertively toward Leweling. Just as Henderson dropped into a low stance, Leweling cleverly chipped the ball across the six-yard box, sending a delicate cross floating teasingly toward the far post.

Time seemed to slow, and the collective breaths of thousands of spectators caught in a suspended hush. Lenn Jastremski arrived at the far post, legs pumping furiously, his mind locked solely on the descending ball. Reece James strained to match his pace, neck and neck with the German striker.

The ball hung in the air for what felt like an eternity, spinning lazily toward the far post. Jastremski stretched his right leg out, toe barely kissing the ball's surface, altering its trajectory just enough. Dean Henderson, already committed to covering the near post, pivoted frantically, extending an arm in a last-gasp effort.

The stadium fell into a deafening silence; thousands of breaths held in collective suspense. The ball skimmed Henderson's fingertips, brushing agonizingly past his glove. It clipped the inside of the far post and nestled gently into the net.

The silence was shattered instantly. A volcanic eruption of joy from the German fans surged across Stadion Widzewa Łódź. Lenn Jastremski sprinted toward the corner flag, arms wide open, roaring triumphantly. Jamie Leweling leapt onto his back as their teammates piled in from every direction, a sea of green celebration.

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To Be Continued...