The pyers looked surprised to hear those instructions. However, they immediately smiled. The moment they had been waiting for had finally begun.

  Then Eden, hearing that, smiled again. He realized that the coach would not abandon him.

  And slowly, the transformation began...

  [COMMENTATOR 2] "Wait... Something strange is happening here... Look at Lucas's position! He's starting to move into the center! And Mike too! While Duvant and Lucien are moving to the wings? This... this is a positional rotation!"

  [COMMENTATOR 1] "Good heavens... what is this! Bradford has suddenly completely scrambled their structure! Mathias Alvez, the predator, is now dropping into midfield like a false nine, dragging Wigan's center-backs out of their comfort zone! This is chaos for Wigan!"

  Wigan's tall defenders began to hesitate, who should they follow? Ryan Stenson looked panicked, gncing left and right. Dom Coyle was caught between holding his position or following Mike, who suddenly darted inside.

  Then came the long-awaited moment...

  Eden Mirza, who had previously struggled to find space and felt frustrated throughout the game, now saw an opening.

  Trevor Matthias, Wigan's left wing-back, was drawn too deep following Mike into the center. But on his right side, Lucien suddenly slipped into the vacant space.

  [COMMENTATOR 2] "LOOK AT EDEN!! EDEN DELIVERS A THROUGH BALL!! THIS COULD BE DANGEROUS!! HE SAW THE GAP!! A BREAK ON THE RIGHT!!!"

  Cheers erupted, the camera focused on Eden who kicked the ball sharply and accurately to the right side.

  The passed ball seemed to know its master, heading directly towards Lucien with pinpoint accuracy.

  Lucien calmly received the ball on the right side, in a one-on-one situation with a Wigan defender. He did a slight fake shot and then delivered a chest-high cross.

  The ball was deliberately crossed at chest height for an adult male, making it difficult for Wigan's very tall center-backs to anticipate with either their heads or feet.

  The retively fast-flying ball was then met by someone who had unexpectedly slipped between the two Wigan defenders.

  [COMMENTATOR 1] "A MEDIUM CROSS!! NOT HIGH, NOT LOW!! DIFFICULT TO REACH FOR THE WIGAN DEFENDERS!!!"

  Lucas Lecir, who had been cutting into the center, threw himself into the air, heading the ball with a horizontal body!

  [COMMENTATOR 2] "LUCAS!!! LUCAS LECLAIR!!! GOOOOOAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!! AN EXTRAORDINARY GOAL!!! AN UNBELIEVABLE GOAL!!!"

  Beatrice, seeing that, clenched her fist as if shouting yes, Reinhart also looked quite pleased.

  [COMMENTATOR 1] "THIS IS THE MOMENT OF TRANSFORMATION! THIS IS THE MOMENT BRADFORD UNDERSTANDS HOW TO BREAK DOWN WIGAN'S STEEL! THANKS TO THE FAKE WING TACTIC AND THE GENIUS OF REINHART & BEATRICE, THEY ARE BACK IN THE FIGHT!!"

  The pyers now looked different. Smiles appeared on Lucien and Duvant's faces. Eden pointed towards Beatrice, giving a small salute. Mathias nodded at the coach, ready to py his new role as a ball distributor.

  [COMMENTATOR 2] "We have a truly live game now. This is no longer just football. This is a duel of tactics, soul, and determination. And the match has just begun..."

  The score was now 1-1. But the atmosphere of the match was boiling, not cooling down. Every eye in the stadium couldn't blink, and every camera began to move wildly, capturing the emotions, the cracks, and the strategies shattering like gss thrown at a stone.

  On the sidelines, Graham Holt, the veteran Wigan coach, looked like an iceberg that was starting to melt. His hands were sweating, his forehead furrowed deeply. He stood stiffly, looking at the field with unsettled eyes. The strategy notes in his hand looked messy with many frantic scribbles. He muttered, biting his finger like a man trying to suppress an inner scream.

  "They... they've read all my defensive lines..."

  He knew very well that Bradford's goal was no fluke. It was the result of a deep understanding of Wigan's pying patterns. And the most painful thing for him wasn't conceding—it was that the game was slipping out of his control.

  Without thinking twice, Holt stood up and waved towards the bench.

  "Change formation! 5-4-1! Pull everyone back. Osei! You stick to Eden, wherever he goes. You're his shadow!"

  Wigan's formation changed drastically. Five defenders were pulled back. Osei was given the special task of shadowing Eden wherever he moved. A conservative system. A system that was too defensive.

  And that, indirectly... was a suicidal move.

  On the opposite side, Coach Reinhart simply crossed his arms. His gaze was sharp. He saw Wigan now forming a defensive bunker. But instead of worrying, he smiled faintly.

  "They've given up on attacking, have they... Good. Now it's our turn."

  He turned to Beatrice.

  "Prepare the change. Now, we take full control."

  And that change... wasn't just brilliant, but almost insane.

  Reinhart instructed a surprising shift:

  Ismael, the defensive midfielder, moved forward, standing between Wigan's two center-backs. Mathias, usually the target man, moved more freely, roaming to the wings. Lucas, with his passing accuracy, moved into the center and was given freedom as the main creator alongside Eden. Mike and Duvant, who usually focused on attacking from the wings, now occasionally went wide—and sometimes cut inside. Then Lucien was given complete freedom on the field.

  The result? Chaos.

  Wigan's defenders looked like they were starting to gnce left and right. Who should they mark? Ismael stood alone. Mathias changed positions every two minutes. Mike and Duvant switched sides constantly. They were like watching an untouchable fog.

  Then, thanks to the confusion of the Wigan defenders at the end of the first half, Lucas and Eden realized a huge opening.

  They then unched an attack.

  Lucas started from the center. He ducked his head briefly, then looked up and sent the ball to Eden.

  TAP TAP.

  A one-two pass. Eden returned it quickly. Mike moved into the center, causing Wigan's midfielders to chase him. Duvant went wide to the left. Mathias to the right.

  The spectators began to rise from their seats because of Bradford's strange off-the-ball movement.

  The stadium began to heat up. The Wigan supporters started to get restless. One by one, their defenders chased the Bradford pyers who kept switching positions.

  But... there was something they forgot.

  Amidst the panic of the Wigan pyers, Eden saw something, he finally found that huge opening.

  And that was when Eden received the ball back from Lucas, he dribbled forward. Ryan Stenson was in front of him, and Osei behind him.

  They chased and tried to press. But Eden didn't panic; he then performed a Marseille turn to get past Stenson. Now, the look in Eden's eyes was full of determination. He knew... he knew that an opening had been created. However, he was still unsure of its exact location.

  And after looking at the area of the field, he got his answer. Eden. Without hesitation, he delivered a through ball into the center, where there was indeed no marking because almost all of Bradford's advanced pyers were already being covered.

  The strange through ball sent forward surprised the pyers quite a bit. However, without them realizing it, there was a monster who had been off the radar all this time.

  [COMMENTATOR 1] "WHAT IS EDEN DOING?! WHO IS THERE?!"

  The crowd shouted in confusion. Even the commentator almost swore. But…

  From the right side of the field, the monster who had been hiding all this time appeared, Lucien darting like a bullet shot from the shadows.

  He ran. He knew the ball was for him. He knew Eden would send it there.

  The stadium suddenly went silent for a second, then an explosion of cheers roared.

  [COMMENTATOR 2] "IT'S HIM! LUCIEN? WHERE DID HE COME FROM!!"

  Wigan's defenders shouted at each other to chase Lucien. But it was clear it was too te. Lucien, who was faster than anyone else on the field, was unstoppable.

  The Wigan goalkeeper realized the danger looming, he then rushed out of his net. This was the only way to stop Lucien. He slid, ready to tackle. But…

  Lucien, seeing the Wigan goalkeeper running towards him in panic, then prepared to shoot towards the right side of the goal. Lucien's face and expression showed his dangerous gaze towards the right post.

  He then opened his body as if he was going to shoot to the right, his right foot already swinging in that direction.

  The goalkeeper quickly responded by diving to his right. However, Lucien's swing, accompanied by his focused gaze towards the right post, was just a feint. Because when Lucien's foot swung and the goalkeeper had already dived, there was no ball going to the right.

  At that moment, the goalkeeper helplessly watched as the ball had already rolled slowly into the left side of the goal. A no-look shot mixed with a fake shot rattled the net.

  Not only the goalkeeper but almost everyone who saw the process was fooled, because it was very difficult to kick the ball when the focal point was in the other direction.

  Thanks to that goal, the Bradford section of the stands, containing about 2000 people, erupted in joy. One side cheered wildly, the other remained silent in horror.

  Reinhart just stood there. Silent. Then he murmured softly:

  "...That shy kid has reached this point..."

  Beatrice, who had been just taking notes quickly, could no longer contain herself. She stood up, jumped for joy, raising her clipboard high.

  "WE ARE LIVING IN THE ERA OF LUCIEN!!!"

  The Bradford pyers rushed onto the field. They hugged Lucien, lifting him like a war hero. Lucien, panting, just bowed his head. Then he smiled faintly.

  The score changed to 1-2.

  Wigan hung their heads. Graham Holt sat down, his face pale.

  "...How... did we lose before halftime?"

  And with that... the first half ended.

  But... Reinhart wasn't satisfied yet.

  He looked at Beatrice, then said:

  "We're not finished. In the second half, we'll destroy them from the inside."