Football singularity

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[10/11/2019, Stadion GOSiR, 19:13]

Weah bent a precise cross toward Matteo, who anticipated brilliantly, beating Bella-Kotchap to the near post. Matteo rose swiftly, connecting with a powerful header—but Luca Unbehaun was positioned perfectly, comfortably catching the ball with steady hands.

"Safe hands from Unbehaun! Smith denied again," Oliver called out, appreciating the German goalkeeper's calm presence.

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Unbehaun quickly rose to his feet, assessing his options calmly before opting to roll the ball short to Armel Bella-Kotchap. The centre-back advanced, head raised confidently, surveying the shifting lines ahead. Spotting Wirtz drift into an open pocket, Bella-Kotchap delivered a pinpoint pass along the ground. Florian Wirtz smoothly turned on the ball, sidestepping Weston McKennie's aggressive challenge with ease.

Wirtz exchanged a rapid one-two with Angelo Stiller, freeing himself from the crowded midfield zone. Glancing up swiftly, he released a perfect, lofted diagonal ball toward Jamie Leweling galloping down the right flank. Leweling controlled it effortlessly, immediately attacking George Bello who closed the space with urgency. Leweling dropped his shoulder and swiftly cut inward before unleashing a stinging shot toward the top-left corner.

CJ dos Santos leapt acrobatically, fingertips stretching fully, managing to push the effort just past the frame of the goal. "What a brilliant save again by CJ dos Santos!" Jamie Oliver exclaimed, breathless from the nonstop action. "Leweling nearly levelled the scoreline."

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Germany's corner found no takers, as Mark McKenzie towered over the crowded box, heading clear convincingly. Yunus Musah pounced on the loose ball, initiating a rapid American counterattack. Spotting Giovanni Reyna charging forward, Musah fed the ball swiftly through Germany's hastily regrouping midfield.

Reyna elegantly controlled the pass, feinting past Stiller and opening up a sliver of space. He then slipped a delicate ball wide toward Christian Pulisic, who surged toward Simon Asta with a menacing pace. Asta backpedalled cautiously, eyes locked firmly onto Pulisic's tricky footwork. The winger suddenly burst to the outside, delivering a low, driven cross toward Matteo Smith lurking at the near post.

Matteo attempted a deft flick, redirecting the ball toward the far corner. It skidded across the slick grass, narrowly missing the far upright, drawing groans and gasps from the stands.

"So close from Smith!" Gartner's voice reverberated in appreciation. "This game is balanced on a knife edge!"

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As play resumed, Unbehaun wasted no time distributing the ball quickly to Noah Katterbach out wide on the left. Katterbach swiftly fed Rakim, who had dropped surprisingly deep into his own half to gather possession. Rakim paused briefly, his eyes instantly evaluating the terrain ahead of him before a teasing grin appeared on his face. The world stood still for a moment as he felt like the whole world turned its gaze towards him.

Different passing lanes opened up for him, but his goal senses seemingly drew a route through the field for him beckoning him to dare to take the chance. He nudged the ball slightly as he started leaning forward as nearby defenders converged on him, and with a burst of pace, he surged forward, darting past Timothy Weah's half-hearted attempt to track him back.

Rakim flipped a switch and picked up momentum, accelerating gracefully past Yunus Musah's seemingly well-timed sliding challenge near midfield. Giovanni Reyna closed in, but Rakim smoothly shifted his body, dipping a shoulder and spinning past the American midfielder, leaving Reyna grasping at empty air. The German fans roared to life, sensing something special.

Paul Gartner's voice quickened, excitement saturating every syllable. "Rakim now—still going—he's carving through the American midfield!"

Weston McKennie charged forward, desperate to halt Rakim's momentum. Rakim slowed slightly, enticing the tackle, and then he feinted right before suddenly pulling off a lightning-quick Elastico, flicking the ball first outward then immediately inward, slipping through McKennie's stretched legs. McKennie's tackle caught Rakim's shin guard sending him sprawling to the turf—but astonishingly, Rakim retained control. Twisting acrobatically on the ground, he kept the ball glued to his feet, manoeuvring the ball in a half circle as he dodged Yunus and Mark McKenzie's attempt to clear the ball.

Springing back to his feet with remarkable agility, Rakim instantly shifted gears once more. Sergiño Dest surged in desperately, only to be left stumbling as Rakim pulled off a silky Ronaldinho-Esque flip-flap, gliding effortlessly past him. The stadium collectively gasped, witnessing artistry unfolding in real time.

Chris Richards charged forward, trying to shut down the space, but Rakim calmly executed a pirouette, spinning around Richards' aggressive lunge and leaving him bewildered. Suddenly, the penalty area opened up, the American backline in disarray, drawn toward Rakim like moths to a flame.

"Rakim still dancing forward—this is extraordinary! He's glided past half the American team!" Paul exclaimed his voice crackling with awe, as he watched the scene unfold in real-time.

CJ dos Santos edged forward nervously, preparing himself for the seemingly inevitable shot, but at the last possible second, Rakim coolly rolled his boot over the ball, freezing the keeper completely. With defenders scrambling desperately toward him, Rakim calmly threaded a delicate no-look pass across the box to Youssoufa Moukoko, standing completely unmarked.

Moukoko steadied himself briefly, then calmly swept the ball into the unguarded net. The stadium erupted, shaking with thunderous cheers, disbelief and jubilation intertwined. "GOAL!" Paul Gartner roared into the microphone. "Simply sensational from Rakim, who laid it on a silver platter for Moukoko—Germany is level at 2–2! An absolute masterclass from the young star."

Rakim followed Moukoko as they sprinted to the corner flag not caring the slightest about the stunned opposing fans behind it. Moukoko slid sharply to the right his hands pointing to where he had just been reviling Rakim who had taken his top off and now held it up to the stands. The Green kit swayed lightly in the wind as the gleaming name of Rex and 22 started at the fans. A crescendo of applause followed from the German fans who instead of wildly cheering chose to celebrate what they had just witnessed.

Jamie Oliver was practically on his feet, his voice quivering with astonishment. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have become a believer in this young man's talent. What we have just witnessed was pure footballing genius from the 16-year-old Rakim Rex! Unstoppable—breathtaking even! And Germany is now level. Can the Americans respond to such brilliance?"

As the celebrations subsided, the American players regrouped at midfield, frustration etched on their faces. Rakim received his mandatory yellow despite the referee being reluctant, but he had a job to do. A short while later in the 80th minute Matteo restarted play, knocking the ball back quickly to Weston McKennie, who immediately sent it sideways to Yunus Musah. Musah carefully advanced, aware of the relentless German press led by Kevin Schade and Florian Wirtz, who closed down space rapidly. Musah angled a precise pass forward, finding Pulisic who had drifted centrally in search of the ball.

Pulisic twisted elegantly, effortlessly evading Angelo Stiller's lunging challenge, and threaded a sharp ball to Sergiño Dest charging up the right wing. Dest controlled the ball neatly on the move, with Rakim racing back to defend. Dest cut inward sharply, his pace forcing Rakim onto the back foot.

Dest laid a quick, precise ball to Timothy Weah, who cleverly turned Katterbach inside-out before firing a hard, low cross into the box. Matteo Smith lunged forward aggressively, trying to stab the ball home from close range, but Bella-Kotchap bravely threw himself into the line of fire, deflecting the shot inches wide.

"Vital block by Bella-Kotchap!" Paul Gartner shouted; his voice sharp with urgency. "Matteo Smith was inches away from regaining the lead for the Americans."

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The resulting American corner saw Christian Pulisic stepping up, signalling with a raised arm before delivering a high, looping cross deep into the German box. Richards and McKenzie both surged upward, but Luca Unbehaun confidently rose above the cluster of bodies, snatching the ball securely from the sky.

"Strong take by Unbehaun," Jamie Oliver called clearly, his voice measured once more as he gave a more professional neutral commentary. "Germany looking to quickly launch another attack."

Indeed, Unbehaun immediately rolled the ball out to Simon Asta, who strode forward cautiously at first, analysing his options. Spotting Kevin Schade drifting into a pocket near the halfway line, Asta clipped a precise pass forward. Schade controlled it neatly, swiftly evading Musah's aggressive approach with a nimble side-step.

Schade accelerated into the heart of midfield, slicing between Musah and McKennie before threading a perfectly weighted ball toward Florian Wirtz, who quickly flicked it to Rakim, lingering dangerously between lines. Rakim wanted to initiate another attack but found himself quickly thrown to the ground by a rough tackle from Mark McKenzie forcing the referee to blow his whistle.

Things are getting heated as the end of the match nears," Paul Gartner stated as Rakim sat up from the ground with his arms questioningly raised at Mark seemingly asking why. He hadn't even gone for the ball and was lucky the referee only gave him a yellow card but either Rakim's or the official actions caused the American fans to loudly boo him as whistling sounds resounded throughout Stadion GOSiR.

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To Be Continued...