KamiJirou-Dreaming

La Ville Magnifique

Denki's heart was racing, cold sweat on his face. Below him were 81,000 fans in the Stade De France, the echoes of their cheers and jeers booming in the cold winter breeze. The white of Tottenham, the red of Leipzig, two clubs who arguably lucked their way through the tournament. But that was all past them. 

RB Leipzig had once met the Lilywhites in their own stadium and dealt a quite embarrassing loss to the English outfit that had once before made it to the finals. But that was ages ago, and now, the two continental heavyweights had reformed their squads and met yet again. The stakes were higher and new faces took on new challenges. 

English voices clashed against the German chants. Fans in the stands watched with trepidation as the Spurs in white took on the Bulls in Black. Both squads, both taken apart by time, had been reinforced with better players, fresh talent, and new coaching schemes. One game to win it all, months and months of blood, sweat, and tears rode on this moment. The trophy both teams coveted sat in its metallic glory on a red pedestal, teasing and daring players to come and touch it.

Beside him, Kyouka sat watching him, struggling to keep in her laughter as she watched him bounce on his toes. His friends were on his other side, eyes glued to the pitch as Tottenham charged down the field.

Denki muttered encouragement as the counter-attack raged down the field, the white shirts seeming to flow from their own half and into the oppositions like water onto the shore, the Lilywhite of North London overrunning the scrambling Bulls. The German outfit's defenders screamed and shouted, pointing at the various threats. The attacking midfielder came with the ball, runners all around him. Leipzig were outnumbered 2-5, the counter springing at their moment of weakness. With relative ease, the silky maestro danced around the defensive midfield, weaving and slipping through the normally watertight defenses of the Champions of Germany.

With a look up and a flick, the ball rolled across the slick surface, wet with the moisture from the sprinklers and the rain. Denki could almost hear the crisp yet quiet tap of the boot as the ball seemed to float on the pitch, gliding to the sprinting winger. The defending center back, twisted and turned to try and intercept it, to no avail as the winger took it in stride. It was satisfying, it was thirst quenching, that first touch of his. 

The inside of his boot cushioned the ball, and the winger peeled off toward the sideline. His head flicked up as the keeper came out, hands outstretched to his sides as he came out. The winger reared his leg in a motion to kick, and the whole stadium took a collective inhale. 

The winger then carefully laid the ball across the goal, rolling it to... the striker as he lashed the poor ball into the twine, the net open as the crowd erupted into volume. 

"YEEEAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" the White of the stadium erupted, the crowd jumping and cheering as the striker ran down the touchline, sliding on his knees as he held his arms out, beckoning the fans he had slid to. His eyes were wild with emotion as he rose, turning to point at the winger before the lively teammate jumped into his arms. The whole team huddle around the duo, screaming incoherently.

Denki almost felt sorry for the goalkeeper as he watched the huge man bend over to dig the ball from the net it had nestled in. The defenders looked crestfallen, yet in their eyes, Denki could see the fire, the will to fight. 1 goal meant nothing to them, and it certainly meant nothing to the manager, as he nodded his head and clapped, shouting his encouragement to his players from the touchline. They could still comeback, they could still win.

An they fought like lions. Like the stubborn bull they were named after. It was scrappy and nerve-wracking. Denki bit at his nails, watching intensely as the ball sailed from the edge of the Spurs box and onto a Leipzig head, only for the ball to ricochet off the crossbar and over for the goal kick.  Denki squealed and cringed as his stomach did a 180 as the Spurs goalkeeper was given another ball.