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[Date: 18/05/2020 | Ti: 19:29 AM | Location: Weser Stadium | Attendance: 0]
"Good evening and welco to Weser-Stadion for this unique Bundesliga clash. Matchday 26 kicks off under extraordinary circumstances, as football returns in Germany’s pioneering ’bubble league’ restart. No fans in attendance, no mascots, no handshakes—just football." Derek Rae’s iconic voice resounded as an overhead shot of the two teams was shown.
"That’s right, Derek. It’s an eerie sight, but a necessary one. The players have gone through extensive testing, safety protocols, and social distancing in training. Now it’s ti to see who adapted best during lockdown." Steward Robson intoned as referee Tobias Stieler perford the last checks quickly, bringing his whistle to his lips.
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(TWEET!) The whistle pierced the silence like a flare in the dark, sounding much louder than the players rembered. Kai Havertz took the first touch, rolling the ball back to Charles Aránguiz, and with that, both teams’ Bundesliga campaigns continued.
The opening minutes felt surreal. Every shout from the players echoed around the empty concrete bowl, every tactical instruction from Florian Kohfeldt and Peter Bosz carried across the pitch with crystal clarity. Leverkusen imdiately looked to impose their tempo, with Kerem Demirbay dropping deep to collect the ball from Sven Bender and Edmond Tapsoba.
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Tennage sensation Florian Wirtz received his first aningful touch on the right flank in the fourth minute. The 17-year-old danced past Marco Friedl with a delicate step-over that would have sent the travelling Leverkusen fans into excitent if there had been any. Instead, only the sound of studs on grass and Friedl’s frustrated grunt echoed through the stadium as he scrambled to chase after him.
Wirtz whipped in a dangerous cross toward the near post into the path of Havertz, who managed to slip past Moisander. The Danish defender, his blond hair catching the floodlights, risked it all with a lunge, managing to deflect the ball just wide of the near post. "He did the hard part, but couldn’t quite connect with Kai in the box." Derek lanted as the Bren keeper retrieved a new ball from the ball boy behind the goal.
"Indeed, we have seen glimpses of his talent in Poland, and it’s safe to say he hasn’t taken his foot off the throttle since," Robson comnted with a smile before going off on a tangent on the strength of the young German playmaker. "From what I’m told, he excels in the midfield role, but with the abundance of talent in this Leverkusen squad, he is using his versatility to fight for minutes anywhere on the pitch."
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Leverkusen control possession for the next few minutes, playing intelligent passing gas around their opponents. However, in the seventh minute, Bren’s response ca after Kevin Vogt ca sliding in from the side, halting Amiri’s dribble. Eggestein picked up the loose ball, nimbly dodging the tackle of the back-tracking Havertz.
Scanning the area ahead, he picked out Leonardo Bittencourt, who had dropped into space between the Leverkusen midfield line and defenders. The forr Bayern Munich man turned with composure, not losing a step as his first touch took him away from Demirbay pressing. What followed was a mont of class: he burst past halfway, kept the defenders at bay with a quick feint, and threaded a pass through the tiniest gap to find Milot Rashica on the opposite flank.
The Kosovo international had been one of Bren’s brightest lights before the break, and his first touch showed that his sharpness hadn’t dulled during the enforced hiatus. He blazed along the touch line quickly piercing into the final third as Weiser backtracked hard to keep up. With a silky step over, he managed to fool the Leverkusen right back, allowing him to cut inside past Mitchell Weiser.
His change of direction was so sharp that the defender’s boots scraped audibly against the turf, slipping to the ground. Rashica didn’t even hesitate as he reached the edge of the box, letting loose a venomous shot before Tapsoba could get close. At this mont, fans would have jumped up from their seats, spilling their beer as they held their breath in anticipation.
But none of that occurred as the ball curled toward the top corner, but Lukas Hradecky was equal to it, palming the ball over the crossbar with fingertips that seed to stretch beyond physics. "Terrific stop from Hrádecký," Derek Rae’s voice cut through the quiet. "Bosz will be happy to know that his keeper is back in full form."
The corner kick routine unfolded like a routine as Bittencourt stepped up to take it, his voice carrying clearly as he called out instructions to his teammates crowding the penalty area. Instructions that the opposing players would have missed in a crowded stadium were now clearly audible. The ball arced toward the far post where Niklas Moisander had positioned himself, but Tapsoba read the flight perfectly, rising above the Bren captain to nod it clear with authority.
The clearance fell to Aranguiz just outside the box, and the Chilean midfielder didn’t hesitate. One touch to control, another to shift the ball onto his favoured right foot, then a diagonal pass that sliced through Bren’s recovering defensive shape like a scalpel. Moussa Diaby had anticipated the mont beautifully, timing his run to perfection as he collected the ball a couple of yards from the halfway line.
Diaby’s pace was frightening, and with acres of space opening up down the left flank, he felt the speed force within him. Theodor Gebre Selassie, Bren’s experienced right-back, along with two other defenders, had stayed back during the set piece just in case. However, when the winger approached him, picking up speed with each step, he offered less obstruction than a training cone.
The Ethiopian-born defender pumped his arms, desperately trying to chase after him, but the distance didn’t seem to narrow. Lucky for him, Veljkovic, one of the central defenders, ca shimmying across, managing to slow the defender sowhat just as he crossed the final third. The Frenchman didn’t for things, though, choosing instead to backheel the ball to the central area ahead of the D.
With the retreating lines, none of the defenders was able to react in ti as Havertz latched onto the ball. It looked like he would slip a pass into the run of Wirtz, who was coming in hot from the opposing flank, but he did not. He deftly flicked the ball back towards his left foot and sent a curled shot that hugged the ground in a curve, flying towards the bottom left corner of the goal.
Pavlenka was already diving before Havertz completed his shot, the Czech goalkeeper’s instincts sharp as he read the ball’s trajectory. His left hand stretched desperately toward the corner, fingertips grazing the leather just enough to send it spinning inches wide of the post. The collective exhale from both benches was audible in the empty stadium as the ball rolled harmlessly behind the goal line.
"Magnificent save from Pavlenka!" Derek Rae’s voice rose with genuine excitent. "Havertz thought he had his first goal since the restart, but the Bren keeper has other ideas."
Demirbay took the Corner kick that followed, sending an inch-perfect cross curving toward the penalty spot where Sven Bender fought for position between markers. The veteran defender rose like a salmon jumping upstream, his header powerful and true, but Pavlenka was there again, palming it away with both hands. The rebound fell kindly for Bren and Bargfrede cleared it with a powerful boot up the field.
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Leverkusen began to squeeze. The red shirts hunted in packs, nudging Bren backwards a tre at a ti until the hosts were pinned inside their own third. Diaby drew two, then three green shirts with a twitch of his hips and a feint toward the by-line. When Gebre Selassie finally lunged, studs raking turf, Diaby felt the clip at his ankle, spun clear of the contact, and tumbled along the paint of the box.
The whistle cracked through the stillness almost imdiately as the referee gave a freekick and did not forget to warn the defender. "Dangerous territory, this," Derek Rae’s voice rose a notch. "Just outside the area—tailor-made for a teasing delivery."
"Demirbay country," Stewart Robson added. "He’s got that whip you can’t defend if the timing’s right."
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To Be Continued...
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