20'

After creating some half chances on the counter, Montlouis finally created their first chance of the game. Their defensive midfielder stole the ball from Tiago's legs and started driving forward, then sent a pass out wide to the already sprinting left back of his team.

The left back got the ball and drove forward with it, sprinting down the flank until he was in the final third of the pitch. He then slowed down and sent a pass to the center of the pitch, to his team's attacking midfielder. The attacking midfielder looked like he was about to shoot, but he did a dummy, allowing the ball to roll to his team's right winger who was already inverting towards the center.

The right winger took one touch with his left leg to bring the ball under control, then drove towards the center of the penalty box, using his left foot to strike a venomous shot towards the far post when he was about to get blocked by Monaco B's center backs.

The ball curled around the approaching figure of the center backs and etched itself into the top corner. Montlouis had scored the equalizer. 1-1.

Tyler watched everything happen from around the halfway line on the pitch. He had begun to track back to help out with defense, but the ball went into the back of the net. He heaved a sigh and remained standing on the spot he was.

"Can't really be pissed about that goal, it was a banger to be fair." George walked over to him and whispered as they watched the Montlouis players continue with their celebration.

"Good for him to be honest," Tyler replied, talking about the Montlouis right winger. "But you do realize that they've been smoking us ever since the goal and we're not leading anymore, right?"

"I guess we have to change that then." George smiled and walked over to the center circle, receiving the ball a few minutes later. The Montlouis players walked back to their position and the referee blew his whistle to signify the restarting of the match.

After Montlouis restored parity, things calmed down a lot. They resumed their mid-block, high press approach to defend, but after conceding that dagger, Monaco B became a lot more patient when going forward and didn't hesitate to recycle possession to the defenders anytime charging forward didn't seem like an option. They lost the ball a few times still, but they were also organized enough to nullify any counterattack that the opposition went on.

Like that, the next fifteen minutes of the match passed by.

["After Montlouis scored the equalizer, it's been a pretty boring affair so far. There's been a few dangerous looking attacks here and there but nothing so far, not even a shot on a half chance. It's a game of chess now. The two teams are probing and probing but neither wants to be the one that lets something slip—and now it looks like Monaco are on the attack once again. It's Tiago with the ball now..."]

36'

Tiago received the ball on the half turn and managed to fend off his attacker before once again going on a run with the ball. When he reached the final third of the pitch, he sent the ball to the left, where Tyler was.

Tyler got the ball quite comfortably and was immediately one on one with the Montlouis right back. His legs flashed over the ball as he did a few stepovers in an attempt to get past the obstacle in front of him.

While he was attempting a bit of trickery, he saw from the corner of his eye George shrugging away the center back that was marking him and making a run on the far right. He did a final stepover with his left leg, positioning his body as if he was going to run down the flank, before using his right leg to cut inside.

His little feint created a bit of separation between him and the right back and gave him enough space to cross the ball into the box. He stretched out his right leg far out as if he was about to take a shot, but then chipped the ball into the box, to George who was free.

George took his first touch with his left leg, bringing the ball to the ground, before calmly applying the finishing touch, sending the ball past the Montlouis goalkeeper and into the back of the net for Monaco B's second goal of the match. 2-1.

["...Tiago's passed it out wide to Tyler Wilson. Wilson, who has been very electrifying thus far in this match, scoring the opening goal, now finds himself one on one with Montlouis' right back. A couple of stepovers here from the seventeen-year-old as he wants to wriggle away from the defender, and that seems enough, he's free! And it looks like he's going to shoot. Wilson! And he chips the ball instead, his pass has fallen to George Ilenikhenna, and the eighteen-year-old sets himself up beautifully before slotting it past the goalkeeper! What a goal for the youngster! As soon as he brought the ball to the ground, you just knew that there was only ever going to be one result. Monaco regain the lead late in the first half."]

As soon as George scored the goal he ran away from the penalty box and did a knee slide, then jumped up and pumped his fists. He turned around, looking for Tyler, and gave his teammate a high ten before imitating Kevin De Bruyne's and Romelu Lukaku's celebration.

A couple of minutes later, all the Monaco B players found themselves back in their side of the pitch and the referee blew his whistle so that the match could restart.

When Monaco went back in the lead, it prompted Montlouis to go back to their original approach, as Monaco, being in the lead, didn't play with the same urgency that they did in the previous fifteen minutes. They were content to recycle possession deep in their half, looking for safe attacking routes and taking their time trying to find it.

Their timewasting approach made the Montlouis players who were initially sat in a mid-block defensive shape come out to start pressing. This time though, it wasn't haphazard like when the match started. It was organized and suffocating, causing it to be increasingly difficult for Monaco to keep the ball as much as they would've liked to.

In the remaining duration of the first half, Montlouis went on many attacks resulting from turnovers, but they just couldn't get the equalizer they were desperately searching for. The referee blew his whistle and the first half came to an end.

"Well this has been exciting so far," Tiago said as he used his shirt to wipe off the sweat that was forming on his face. He was currently standing beside Tyler as they made their way to the locker room.

"Maybe for you. It's been pretty boring for me." Tyler scoffed as they entered the tunnel.

Tiago was near speechless when he heard what Tyler said. "Permission to say the n word?"

"Granted." Tyler waved his hands.

"Nigga, you fucking scored a goal and gave an assist. That's the two goals our team scored so far and you're complaining about it being boring?"

"I know I've had decent output but I just haven't gotten the ball much," Tyler said as they entered the locker room. "Aside from the goal or assist, how many times have you seen me with the ball? I'm not like you that gets to go on solo runs through the middle."

While Tiago didn't have a goal or assist to his name, saying that he was the best player wouldn't be too much of a stretch. So many times, he would drop deep to receive the ball and progress it from his team's defensive third to the final third. He even got the pre-assist for Tyler's goal due to his ball carrying.

In a match against opposition that liked to press, having players like Tiago who liked moving the ball was very essential, and it was in this match that his strength was being amplified.

"Lucky you, coach came to watch," Tyler said again as the pair went to sit down on their designated spaces.

"He came for you," Tiago said as he pulled down his socks and took off his shirt, letting out a deep breath. He was starting to get a bit tired.

"Doesn't mean he isn't watching you." Tyler collapsed into his seat and mimicked Tiago's action.

"What are we talking about?" George asked as he dropped beside Tyler. The locker rooms were arranged by order of numbers, so the trio were next to each other as they were required to wear the number of the position they were starting in.

George was the striker, so he wore the number nine, Tiago was the starting attacking midfielder so he wore the number ten, while Tyler was the starting left winger so wore the number eleven.

"Nothing said. Focus on the coach." Tyler used his head to point at Jeremi who had just entered the room.

George kissed his teeth, then turned to face Jeremi. "I could've sworn I heard Tiago say nigga." He muttered under his breath.

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