Chapter Thirty-Five: Mo Mo’s First Time

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They promised to bring me the laptop at three in the afternoon, but surprisingly, they took a holiday for the Dragon Boat Festival. Then, during noon and afternoon, I was playing games with book friends in the chat group—six packs for three yuan each, playing a game called "Luck King" repeatedly, and I ended up losing everything. It really hurt. [Watermark advertisement test]

The match continued, with several good scoring opportunities arising during the game.

Klose truly lived up to his reputation; even when not in top form, he still performed brilliantly.

Kaiserslautern and Munich 1860 were well-matched opponents.

Both teams were not in their best shape. One side was somewhat bewildered over their key striker’s transfer situation.

The other team’s main forward was emotionally entangled, preventing him from giving his all.

“The match has reached the 90th minute, with the fourth official signaling two minutes of added time. Could a miracle happen in these final moments?!”

There were many “threatening” attacks throughout the game, yet goals were scarce.

Both Möller and Klose’s expressions revealed some reluctance—they both craved victory, but carried heavy burdens behind them.

“Kaiserslautern controls the ball now. Klose passes to a teammate, but the ball is quickly passed back.”

Chen Nu’s expression grew serious. Given the current situation, those supporting Möller found it hard to feel assured.

Everyone knew Klose was the main receiving point, but even more so the key distributor.

Klose wasn’t keen on solo dribbling; he preferred teamwork. Unfortunately, his teammates rarely collaborated well with him, often just returning the ball to Klose.

“Klose passes again—a beautiful one-two! Oh! Klose has the ball again, driving into the penalty area!!!”

Chen Nu’s voice rose and fell with excitement. After several passes, Klose seized an opportunity and charged into the box.

This was a chance no striker could afford to waste—even Möller would have taken the shot himself. But Klose did not.

According to Klose’s own post-match words, “His position is better than mine.”

Indeed, Klose’s teammate was better positioned, but his shooting technique left much to be desired.

“Klose passes the ball. A Kaiserslautern player shoots immediately, but Simon Jentz kicks the ball away with a long clearance!!!”

Kaiserslautern was overly cautious with this rare chance; their shot lacked power—probably afraid of hitting the stands—and its trajectory was neither high nor low, allowing Simon Jentz to easily clear it.

“Klose should be more selfish when shooting. We often say a player ‘plays too selfishly,’ but for Klose, he’s too selfless. That shot should have been his.”

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Klose looked somewhat helpless. Actually, his greatest strength wasn’t his heading or positioning, but his team play.

He could maximize the team’s potential, especially in attack, but sadly, his teammates were uncooperative.

If that had been the man himself—Möller—he probably would have seized the opportunity!

Just as Klose thought this, his expression froze. He turned his head and saw number 28, Möller, controlling the ball far back, looking toward his own half.

“Beautiful!!! Möller has the ball, his speed seems faster now. Is he cutting inside??? Kaiserslautern’s defenders can’t stop him at all.”

A gentle breeze brushed Möller’s face—this was a pure display of individual skill.

Kaiserslautern’s players tried to force Möller out of bounds, but he succeeded in staying in play, keeping his eyes locked on their movements.

At the moment their legs tangled, Möller’s left foot acted both as a brake and a pivot.

With the outside of his left foot, Möller flicked the ball through the defender’s legs.

Then he came to an abrupt stop, changed direction, and surged into the penalty area.

“Möller!!! Möller!!! He’s charging into the box!!! This is a testament to individual talent.”

Möller gave an eye-catching performance, especially to the eyes of Ferguson, who was watching the match on TV.

Recently, Ferguson had been interested in Cristiano Ronaldo from Sporting Lisbon, Möller from Munich 1860, and also a Uruguayan striker named Fran.

Ferguson had been contemplating whom to buy—Ronaldo, Möller, or Fran?

Now, everything had become clear. Möller’s progress was rapid. Though his dribbling wasn’t flashy, it was practical, and he was an efficient finisher.

The abilities Möller displayed revealed great potential to Ferguson.

Möller could play as a central striker; Ferguson could play on the wing or as a shadow striker.

He would be a lethal weapon up front, forming a trident with Rooney and Beckham (before the infamous "Flying Boot" incident).

Rooney as center forward with Möller as shadow striker, or both on the wings—but regardless, Beckham would always be the core. Möller was unquestionably the future player Manchester United needed.

Möller had no idea that Ferguson was watching him on television, nor that Ferguson had already planned his future.

Even if he knew, Möller wouldn’t care. His urgent task was to score this goal—or rather, to secure victory by breaking down Kaiserslautern’s defense.

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The entire stadium erupted in a massive cheer. All Munich 1860 fans shouted loudly.

What were they shouting? Möller didn’t care; his eyes were fixed solely on the goal.

“Möller invites a challenge?! No! Wait!!! Oh my God!”

When Möller nudged the ball forward, everyone thought he was provoking a confrontation, including the Kaiserslautern players.

But the reality was harsh. As Kaiserslautern’s goalkeeper hesitated, unsure whether to rush out, Möller had already struck the ball.

This time, Möller found an excellent angle and applied good power; the ball rolled close to the ground into the net.

Munich 1860 took the lead 1-0 away against Kaiserslautern.

After Möller scored, the referee blew the final whistle, ending the match.

At that moment, Möller ran towards Klose and, speaking fluent German into his ear, asked,

“May we swap jerseys?”

Klose looked surprised—rarely, or almost never, did anyone exchange shirts with him.

But now, without hesitation, he pulled off his jersey.

Möller gave his number 28 jersey to Klose. At that moment, headlines appeared back home.

“Heroes Respect Heroes: Möller’s First.”

Well, that’s just the way domestic news is—everyone’s used to it.

After everything was done, a cold glint appeared in Möller’s eyes.

Next, it was time to handle other matters.