The first half of the Derby della Madonnina ended with a furious flurry of attacks from both sides, but the score remained deadlocked at 1-1.
The whistle for half-ti blew, a welco sound for tired legs, and the players trudged off the pitch, the roar of the crowd montarily fading as they entered the tunnel.
Inside the locker room, the air was thick with sweat and anticipation.
Coach Chivu (Current: 90) didn't shout; his voice was calm but firm, his eyes sweeping across each player.
"We're doing well, but we need to be sharper. Simons is a problem, yes, but we're giving them too much space in midfield. Barella, Çalhanoğlu, you need to tighten up. And our full-backs, push higher, create more width."
He turned his gaze to Leon.
"Leon, your goal was brilliant. That vision of yours... it's sothing special. Keep using it. You and Cole, you're our creative sparks on the wings. We need more of that magic."
Leon nodded, still buzzing from his goal. The "vision" – the shimring icons predicting actions – was truly a ga-changer.
He was still trying to process it, but it felt like a natural extension of his already high 'Vision' (95) attribute.
He could almost feel the flow of the ga, anticipating not just where the ball would go, but what players would do.
As the coaches continued their analysis, Leon glanced at Cole Palr across the room.
Cole caught his eye and gave him a determined nod.
Their friendly rivalry was pushing them, and Leon felt a strong connection with the English winger. They were both young, both new to this level, and both hungry to prove themselves.
The half-ti break flew by. Soon, they were back in the tunnel, the roar of the crowd building once more. The second half kicked off, and the intensity imdiately ramped up.
AC Milan ca out firing, determined to take the lead.
The ga beca a chess match, with both teams probing for weaknesses.
Leon found himself constantly scanning the field, his eyes darting from player to player, trying to pick up on the subtle shimring icons.
He saw a leg and a quick pass from an AC Milan midfielder, and he'd adjust his position to cut off the passing lane.
He saw a foot and a strong tackle from a defender, and he'd prepare to shield the ball or dribble away.
Around the 55th minute, AC Milan launched a dangerous attack down their right flank.
Their winger, Rafael Leão (Current: 87), was a blur of pace and skill.
Leon saw the leg and a powerful cross icon appear above Leão's foot.
He knew a dangerous ball was coming into the box.
"Leão on the wing!" the comntator's voice echoed.
"He's got space! He whips it in!"
The cross was pinpoint, heading straight for Olivier Giroud (Current: 86) in the box.
Leon saw the head and a powerful header icon above Giroud. He knew Giroud was about to unleash a thunderous header.
CLACK!!
The ball connected with Giroud's head, but Alessandro Bastoni (Current: 87) threw himself in front of the shot, blocking it bravely.
The ball deflected, bouncing wildly in the box.
"What a block by Bastoni!" the comntator roared. "Inter's defense holding firm!"
The ball fell to Nicolò Barella (Current: 88), who quickly cleared it upfield.
The ga continued its furious pace.
Leon was constantly thinking about Inter's defense, how they could be more solid, how they could exploit AC Milan's weaknesses.
He noticed that their full-backs were pushing very high, leaving gaps behind them.
This was an opportunity.
Then, in the 68th minute, the mont arrived. Inter won the ball back deep in their own half.
Hakan Çalhanoğlu (Current: 86) picked it up and, seeing Leon making a run, delivered a precise pass. Leon saw the leg and a long, curving pass icon above Çalhanoğlu's foot just before the ball arrived.
"Çalhanoğlu to Leon!"
"Inter on the counter-attack!"
Leon received the ball on the left wing, just inside AC Milan's half.
He looked up and saw Cole Palr (Current: 85) making a darting run down the right flank.
Above Palr, Leon saw a leg and a burst of speed icon, indicating he was accelerating.
Leon knew what he had to do.
He dribbled forward, drawing two AC Milan midfielders towards him.
He saw the two legs and a converging tackle icon above them – they were trying to double-team him.
This was exactly what he wanted.
He executed a quick, deceptive body feint, making it look like he was going to cut inside. The two midfielders committed. Just as they converged, Leon, with a burst of agility, flicked the ball with the outside of his boot, nutgging one of them, and then spun away, leaving both defenders flailing.
It was a move born of instinct, but guided by his new vision.
"Leon Fischer! He's danced past two!" the comntator's voice reached a fever pitch.
"Incredible dribbling!!"
He was now in open space, driving towards the edge of the box.
The AC Milan center-back, Fikayo Tomori (Current: 87), rushed out to et him. Leon saw the leg and a powerful block icon above Tomori. He knew a direct shot would be blocked.
But then, he saw it. Above Cole Palr, who was now perfectly positioned on the right side of the box, a foot and a precise shot icon appeared.
Palr was ready.
Leon, without looking, knowing exactly where Palr would be, threaded a perfectly weighted through-ball. It wasn't a pass you'd expect, a no-look marvel that split two defenders and rolled perfectly into Palr's path.
"Oh, what a pass from Leon!"
Palr took one touch, setting himself. The AC Milan goalkeeper, Mike Maignan (Current: 85), rushed out, trying to narrow the angle. Leon saw the diving save icon above Maignan.
Palr, with ice in his veins, didn't panic. He calmly curled the ball with the inside of his foot, aiming for the far top corner.
GOOOAL!
The ball sailed past Maignan's outstretched hand, kissing the inside of the post before nestling in the net.
The San Siro erupted in a deafening explosion of black and blue cheers! The noise was so imnse it felt like the stadium itself was celebrating.
Leon ran towards Palr, who was already being mobbed by teammates. They embraced, a shared mont of pure joy and understanding.
"A brilliant goal!" the comntator scread, his voice hoarse with excitent.
"A fantastic team effort, orchestrated by the sheer brilliance of Leon Fischer and Cole Palr! Inter Milan lead 2-1!"
As the celebrations died down and the players returned to their positions, a shimring blue screen materialized directly in front of Leon's eyes, visible only to him.
[BRILLIANT GOAL!]
[CONGRATULATIONS!]
[ONE SKILL POINT!]
[PLEASE CHOOSE YOUR NEW SKILL!]
Leon blinked. A skill point?
This was… unexpected.
Below the ssage, a list of potential skills appeared, each with a brief description.
He quickly scanned them.
[Quick Reflexes] -
Effect: 50% chance to react faster to sudden changes in play.
[Pinpoint Cross] -
Effect: Increases accuracy of crosses by 15%.
[Blind Side Escape] - Activates when under double pressure from two or more opponents -
Effect: 70% chance to escape pressure without losing the ball -
Condition: Must be surrounded by at least two opposing players.
[Powerful Shot] - Effect: Increases shot power by 10%.
Leon's mind raced.
He had just used a similar move to escape two defenders.
The "Blind Side Escape" seed perfect for his style of play, for how he liked to draw in defenders and then weave away.
It would make his new "vision" even more effective, allowing him to exploit the gaps he created.
He focused on [Blind Side Escape]. The blue screen shimred, and the other options faded.
[SKILL CHOSEN: BLIND SIDE ESCAPE!]
A small, almost imperceptible surge of energy flowed through him.
He felt… lighter, more agile, as if his body had just learned a new trick.
The ga resud, and the minutes flew by.
AC Milan, now trailing, pushed harder, desperate for an equalizer before half-ti.
Inter defended resolutely, their 'Current' ratings reflecting their determination.
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