Chapter Three: Number Ten for the Bottom Club

Lin did not load a template. His knee remained in the system's red recovery zone. Besides, Vega's acceleration could make Lin faster, but it could not turn eleven strangers into a team. So he began to talk. “Abou, don't chase the near post. Wait at the penalty spot.” “Sami, check left before the ball arrives.” “Jules, don't follow him. Give me the inside lane.” At first, no one listened. After the yellow team fell two goals behind, pride finally surrendered to fatigue. Lin deliberately passed to each player's comfortable foot, slowly stitching the broken shape together. In the twenty-fourth minute he won the ball outside his own box. Three one-touch passes later, Abou received a cutback at the penalty spot and scored.