My Ultimate Gacha System-Chapter 320 - 307: The Morning After II

AXA Training Centre — Kirkby Liverpool, England 9:44 AM

The conference room on the second floor of Kirkby’s main building was used for exactly this — small meetings, private ones, the kind where laptops replaced projectors and doors stayed closed and the conversation wasn’t for the hallway. Three chairs sat around one end of the long table, and a Dell laptop was open at the center showing a paused video frame — Demien mid-turn at the sixty-eighth minute, Bennacer’s bodyweight going the wrong way, the ball already rolling free.

Jörg Schmadtke sat nearest the laptop and his hands were flat on the table in front of him, while Barry Hunter was in the chair beside him with a printed document face-down to his right and a pen he hadn’t used yet between two fingers. Jürgen Klopp stood near the window with a coffee in one hand and the other in his pocket, looking out at the training pitches that were empty at this hour.

No one had spoken for about thirty seconds because Schmadtke had just finished talking and the video was still paused, and sometimes you needed a moment after a video like that before the conversation went anywhere useful.

Klopp turned from the window. "Play it again from the fifty-second minute," he said, and his English carried the familiar German cadence that made everything sound slightly more deliberate than it was.

Schmadtke tapped the keyboard and the clip restarted, and all three of them watched the sequence through — Demien receiving deep, the diagonal switch to Lookman, the run from Hateboer that drew Theo Hernandez, and then Demien again on the edge of the box, two defenders around him, the turn, the finish.

The video ran through to after the goal and Schmadtke paused it on a wide shot of the pitch showing Atalanta’s shape.

Hunter turned his document over and spread it on the table. "Right," he said, and he tapped the top line. "I’ve been watching him since the Bologna semi-final but last night confirmed most of what I thought." He slid the document toward Klopp who was already moving back to his chair. "Season stats first."

Klopp sat and pulled the document closer. Hunter began talking through it without waiting.

"Thirty-eight appearances, seventeen goals, thirteen assists," Hunter said, "and those are the numbers that grab attention, but the numbers that matter to us are deeper than that. Progressive carries per ninety — four-point-eight. That’s top five in Serie A this season for central midfielders. Pass completion under pressure — eighty-three percent. That’s elite territory. I’ve also got his heat maps here." He pulled a second sheet from beneath the first and placed it alongside. "He covers an enormous amount of ground in the central channels and he’s doing it efficiently — not chasing, positioning. His spatial awareness is genuinely unusual."

Klopp studied the heat map without speaking and his thumb tapped the table once at regular intervals while he read.

"The pressing numbers are what got me first," Hunter continued, and he pointed to a column on the right side of the document. "Pressure success rate — fifty-one percent. That’s not just high for a central midfielder, that’s high for anyone in Serie A this season. He’s winning the ball back within five seconds of losing it more consistently than any other midfielder in the league outside the top two clubs." He turned the page. "And the carrying data — look at the distance he covers with the ball versus without it. Most midfielders at his age carry when they have space. He carries into pressure. He’s comfortable receiving in tight areas and exiting them with the ball, which is specifically what we lose without Fabinho holding the structure."

Klopp looked up from the document at that last line.

"Vertical passing too," Hunter said before Klopp could speak. "His line-breaking passes per ninety is three-point-two. For context, Thiago this season is three-point-six. He’s nineteen."

"What about defensive positioning?" Klopp asked. "Not just pressing — positioning without the ball."

Hunter nodded. "Better than you’d expect. Interception rate is good, but what’s better is where he intercepts — consistently in the right zones rather than gambling. Gasperini’s system has drilled that into him. He reads the second ball well." He paused. "Last night was the clearest example of that. Every time Atalanta won possession in transition he was already in the right position to receive it. He wasn’t finding space — he was in it before the ball arrived."

"What struck me most last night wasn’t the goals," Hunter continued. "It was the hundred-and-fifth minute. He’d covered more ground than any other outfield player by that point, both teams included — that’s what the data shows — and he was still dropping deep to receive under pressure and driving forward with the ball. His decision-making didn’t get worse when his legs got tired. That’s a separate quality from fitness."

Schmadtke had been listening without moving. "His age works for us and against us," he said, which was his way of opening the financial conversation before anyone else did. "Nineteen means he has his best years ahead, which means the fee reflects that. After last night—" He paused. "I spoke with my contact at Atalanta this morning before this meeting. Very informal, very brief. The number being discussed internally is seventy million."

Klopp looked up from the document. "Before last night?"

"Before," Schmadtke confirmed. "Last night made it seventy minimum. Probably more if we don’t move quickly."

The room was quiet for a moment while the implication of that settled.

"The release clause?" Klopp asked.

"Forty-five million," Schmadtke said. "Expires with his current contract in 2025. But Atalanta will extend and raise it before any club can trigger it — that’s already in motion, from what I understand. So the release clause is effectively not a route."

Hunter leaned back. "So we’re talking about a negotiated fee."

"We’re talking about a negotiated fee," Schmadtke agreed. "Which means we go in strong with a credible first offer and we do it before Arsenal or Newcastle make contact first, because both of them had scouts in Rome last night and they’re not slow."

Klopp set the document down and folded his arms on the table. "Let me say what I saw last night beyond the statistics," he said, and his voice was steady and not particularly loud because it didn’t need to be. "I’ve watched a lot of nineteen-year-olds in pressure situations and most of them have moments — a good stretch, an impressive run, something that catches your eye. What he did last night was different. He came on at three-nil down in a cup final, and the first thing he did was not try to be the hero. He played the right pass. He gave it simple. He took stock of where he was." He paused. "Then when the moment came he was ready for it. Not lucky — ready. The third goal specifically. The turn. The contact on the ball. The placement. Under full pressure, hundred-and-twenty-plus minutes of football in the stadium, and the technique didn’t drop. That’s character, not just quality."

Neither Hunter nor Schmadtke argued with that because neither of them had been watching the same thing during the final and come away with a different conclusion. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"The midfield situation," Schmadtke said, moving forward, "is real. Fabinho’s going. We all know that. Henderson’s situation we need to resolve. We need a central midfielder who can carry the ball, operate under pressure, and contribute in both directions." He looked at Klopp. "Does he fit the system?"

"He fits the system," Klopp said, and the directness of that was its own answer. "He can play as the eight, he can play advanced. The way Gasperini uses him is similar in structure to what we’d want — receiving on the half-turn between lines, driving from deep, combining quickly. He’d need time, but not much. He understands the game."

"Budget," Hunter said, addressing Schmadtke directly.

Schmadtke took a breath. "We have around eighty million available for midfield if we move Fabinho this window and the Gakpo numbers land where they should," he said. "Seventy for the player, the rest on structure. It’s tight but it works if we don’t overpay on personal terms."

"His agent is Marco Benetti," Hunter said, and he retrieved another sheet. "Independent agent based in Italy, been with Walter since the very beginning. No big agency behind him which is actually positive — means no institutional demands, no extra riders. Benetti is professional, from everything I’ve heard. Doesn’t play games."

"Contact within forty-eight hours," Schmadtke said, and his tone had shifted from analysis to decision. "No leaks, no agents talking to journalists beforehand. I don’t want this in La Gazzetta on Friday morning because someone thought it would create leverage. Direct approach to Benetti, discreet, professional. We express serious interest, we don’t state a fee yet, we ask whether there’s any appetite for a conversation."

"There will be appetite," Hunter said.

"There will be appetite," Schmadtke agreed, "but we do it properly. The boy just won a cup final. We don’t call the morning after like we’re buying furniture. We give it forty-eight hours and we approach with the right tone."

Klopp stood from his chair and picked up his coffee again, and he looked at the laptop screen which still showed the still frame from the third goal sequence. "Make it forty-eight hours maximum," he said. "Because every major club in Europe watched that final and we’re not the only ones having this conversation this morning."

He moved toward the door and stopped with his hand on the frame. "Send me the full scouting report by end of today," he said to Hunter. "And I want weekly updates from here on. Don’t wait for me to ask."

The door opened and closed quietly behind him, and Schmadtke and Hunter sat in the conference room with the paused video and the printed documents and the coffee going cold between them, and outside through the window the empty training pitches sat in the pale English morning light.