Chapter 12: The Uncrowned Debuff Can Still Mutate? Is This Going to Be a Total Annihilation?

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In the Bayern Munich locker room at the Pulse Stadium.
The first half saw Bayern relentlessly pressing Schalke 04, dominating the entire half. This dominance only made the Bayern stars, who already felt the match was a foregone conclusion, even more relaxed.
Having clearly identified Hao Junmin as the key breakthrough point, the experienced Van Gaal decisively initiated substitutions after the team had rested for a while.
“Thomas, you’ll rest for the second half! Frank, you’re on—focus on that spot!”
From Van Gaal’s perspective, just Schweinsteiger playing on the flank was enough to unsettle the Chinese player. If he brought in his ace, Frank Ribéry, this match would likely be wrapped up within twenty minutes! After securing the Super Cup, he would need to seriously consider how to prepare for the league debut and the Champions League squad rotations.
Ah!
Thinking about rotations and then looking around at his roster of top-tier stars, Van Gaal felt a headache coming on.
While others worried about the depth needed for multiple competitions, his dilemma was how to give every star player enough playing time to keep them satisfied.
What a delightful problem to have!
The Bayern locker room was peaceful and harmonious.
Meanwhile, Schalke 04’s locker room was an entirely different scene.
If Van Gaal could spot the vulnerability with Hao Junmin, how could Magath not?
But with no tactical cards to play, he could only instruct his center-backs and two defensive midfielders to drop back as much as possible to support Hao Junmin.
Of course, the curse from Lin Hao sitting in the corner was just a fleeting thought in Van Gaal’s mind.
Such absurd things—Magath simply would not believe in them.
Could anyone really influence a team’s luck or feng shui?
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The fifteen-minute halftime break ended swiftly.
With staff urging, both teams soon reappeared on the pitch.
But as the formations spread out, Magath’s heart sank at once.
The reason was clear: the scar-faced warrior, Frank Ribéry, had already positioned himself on the left wing!
Magath knew well how formidable Ribéry was in one-on-one situations.
Even Atsuto Uchida would struggle to keep pace with Ribéry, let alone Hao Junmin...
Sure enough, in less than fifteen minutes, the scar-faced warrior, hailed as the world’s strongest left winger, unleashed a dazzling solo run along the flank, igniting tens of thousands of Bayern loyalists in the stands who had been holding their breath for over fifty minutes.
No teammates supporting him!
After receiving a horizontal pass from Schweinsteiger at midfield, Ribéry immediately switched into full sprint mode on the wing.
Thanks to Magath’s special instructions, Schalke’s midfield enforcer Baumjohann stepped up aggressively to close him down.
But facing Baumjohann’s fierce close marking, Ribéry simply executed a sudden stop, a quick side-step feint that shifted Baumjohann’s balance to the left, and then instantly accelerated from a standstill!
In an instant, Baumjohann was left behind effortlessly by Ribéry!
Of course, while Baumjohann pressed forward, Hao Junmin also sprinted wildly up to Ribéry’s front.
Yet even a seasoned Bundesliga veteran like Baumjohann couldn’t contain this superhuman Ribéry at his peak, let alone the defensively weaker Hao Junmin.
A simple left-foot cut followed by a right-foot touch!
Poor Hao Junmin became nothing more than a backdrop for Ribéry!
“Ribéry!!!”
“Danger!!!”
“Beaten two men in a row on the left!”
“Ribéry’s still driving forward!”
“Klose is following up through the center!”
“Ribéry!!! Højbjerg lunged in the middle!”
“No pass chosen!”
“A lateral touch, dribbled past!!!”
“Right-foot shot!!!”
“Danger!!!”
“Oh!”
“Goal!!!”
“50th minute of the match!”
“Despite Schalke’s desperate efforts under Bayern Munich’s relentless assault, they have conceded!”
“Too strong!!!”
With Ribéry’s goal, the Pulse Stadium erupted into a boiling sea of red.
Countless Bayern fans roared wildly.
Ribéry, the scorer, was equally ecstatic, rushing to the corner flag for a stylish sliding knee celebration.
The entire Bayern team celebrated wildly.
On the Schalke 04 bench, Magath hung his head bitterly.
He didn’t blame the apologetic-looking Hao Junmin on the field, nor Baumjohann who charged in too aggressively and allowed Ribéry to accelerate freely.
He knew full well his Schalke 04 simply could not stop them.
And this was just with Ribéry on the pitch; if Arjen Robben, who had recently joined, had been playing today, Schalke probably wouldn’t have lasted even fifty minutes defensively.
Magath was helpless. The Schalke substitutes wore faces of despair, especially Lin Hao sitting in the corner.
In his previous life, he had watched plenty of Ribéry highlight reels—but only on screens!
Now, seeing him live and so close, the exaggerated speed and jaw-dropping ball control were staggering...
And this was only Ribéry. Lin Hao dared not imagine what it would be like facing Messi...
0:1!
Schalke 04 was behind.
At this moment, the previously reciprocal chants from both teams’ fans seemed to dissolve into a solo performance from the Bayern supporters.
Amid the ecstatic cheers of Bayern players, their attacks grew even more frantic.
Match minute 56.

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After tormenting poor Hao Junmin for twenty minutes, Bayern’s midfield maestro Schweinsteiger suddenly launched a powerful left-footed cross-field pass to the right wing as he drove leftward.
Hamit Altıntop, receiving on the right, wasted no time and sprinted furiously down the flank.
Because Schalke had committed all defensive resources to Ribéry’s side, Altıntop found almost no resistance as he charged deep into Schalke’s wide territory.
Only when the entire Schalke team hurriedly retreated did Altıntop refrain from crossing.
Seeing Metzelder and others closing in, he swiftly swept the ball sideways!
This sweep sent Metzelder and his comrades sprawling, while Klose, receiving, raised his right foot high, ready to strike.
Desperate, Schalke’s last line defender Benedikt Höwedes dived to block, but the crafty Klose never intended to shoot.
He had already spotted the now completely unmarked Ribéry!
With a rapid right-foot pullback and a gentle push, Ribéry easily tapped the ball forward and burst into the penalty area.
Now, only the young Neuer stood between Ribéry and the goal.
No miracles occurred!
Ribéry simply nudged the ball sideways.
The ball traced a graceful arc, circumventing the fallen Neuer and nestled into the far corner of the net.
2:0!
Ribéry scored his second!
Bayern Munich, with near-overwhelming power, painted the Pulse Stadium once again in a single vibrant color!
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“Ah! Looks like we’re going to lose!”
“It’s okay, it’s already good that Hao Junmin got on the pitch. We came here to support our own players. Losing is normal!”
“Exactly, we came here to cheer for our team. No need to overthink it!”
In the neutral stands for the Pulse Stadium, over a hundred Chinese student fans had been chanting Hao Junmin’s name excitedly since his appearance.
Although they were there to support Lin Hao, Hao Junmin was still one of their own.
Yet, after conceding two goals both involving their own Hao Junmin, the once enthusiastic young fans suddenly fell silent.
Yes, two goals down, and nearby were the ecstatic Bayern fans—how could they continue cheering?
However, just as these young fans sat back in disappointment, an unexpected scene unfolded beside them.
Those Bayern fans, who had just finished celebrating the second goal, noticed this group of Chinese supporters clad in red supporting Schalke 04—the team whose number 8 had been repeatedly outplayed by their Ribéry.
A presumptuous sense of racial superiority naturally crept in.
Not only that, fueled by adrenaline from the goals, some Bayern fans began making offensive slant-eyed gestures toward these hapless students.
It didn’t stop at gestures; some aggressive fans booed and launched racial slurs like “chxxx,” openly engaging in discrimination!
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck!!!”
“Fuck you!!!”
In their early twenties, brimming with youthful vigor, these young fans were nothing like those who, bullied abroad, only flaunt superiority back home.
They had no intention of holding back; faced with such blatant racism, they immediately fought back.
The boldest among them even charged toward the Bayern fans.
Of course, seeing security personnel already surrounding the area, they restrained themselves.
A conflict erupted in the stands.
Coincidentally, directly below was He Wei’s live broadcast booth and Schalke’s bench.
He clearly heard the most infuriating “CXXXX” slurs but, due to the live broadcast, could only suppress his anger and refrain from reacting.
He Wei was broadcasting, but Lin Hao on the bench didn’t care!
Without hesitation, he stepped out of the bench area and flipped the middle finger at those Bayern fans still shouting slurs.
Lin Hao had always been a fiercely patriotic and combative person in his past life!
He could never tolerate such naked racial discrimination.
If not for his teammates holding him back, Lin Hao would have charged up to deliver a flying kick to the leading few Germans!
A player flipping off fans?
And in front of a crowd already leading by two goals?
Lin Hao’s gesture immediately drew all the hostility that had been directed at the students onto himself.
“Fuck! XXXXXX!”
“Shut up!!!!”
“XXXXXX!”
Though the Bayern fans didn’t know who the yellow-skinned number 23 from Schalke was, just from his color and gesture, they guessed he was probably a Chinese player on Schalke.
Thus, despite not having played yet, Lin Hao instantly became the center of attention.
Of course, the student fans who had come to support Lin Hao saw this too.
“Lin Hao, you’re awesome!”
“Go, Lin Hao!”
“Lin Hao!!! Keep it up, you must shine!”
“Lin Hao, fight! Make us proud!”
Young people are like that—wise and passionate.
Even knowing Lin Hao’s current ability might not guarantee playing time, the moment he stood up and flipped off those arrogant white men, they vowed to support him no matter what.
“A very unfriendly scene has appeared at the stadium!”
“Some aggressive Bayern Munich fans made racist gestures toward our fans in the stands!”
“Lin Hao responded fiercely on the sidelines!”
“On a stage like the Super Cup, such a scene is unacceptable. We should question the organizers!”
“We should question the professionalism of the German Football Association!”
“Why is this kind of racism, condemned worldwide, happening right now?”
With Lin Hao standing firm, He Wei, also Chinese, was moved to speak out.
Even if it meant fines from his superiors, He Wei couldn’t hold back.
- “Fuck that, I’m on site! Those damn Germans giving us slant-eyed gestures!”
- “Really? I thought abroad everyone condemned this kind of racism. I saw travel bloggers on Weibo saying Germans are friendly and like Chinese!”
- “Damn, those are all paid by travel agencies. Once you’re abroad, you realize these white pigs have always discriminated against us. Fuck them!”
- “Ah! We can only protest. Look at Hao Junmin getting beaten so badly, I’m ashamed to watch!”
- “Even though it’s infuriating, it’s true… we can only condemn it. This is a football match. If Hao Junmin could score three goals, those white pigs wouldn’t dare discriminate!”
- “Three? If he scores one, I’ll go buy a Hao Junmin poster and replace my ancestors’ portraits!”
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Lin Hao’s middle finger, the chaos in the stands, the referee sensibly avoiding punishment...
It all played out like an absurd drama or a behind-the-scenes scene at Pulse Stadium.
Yet, despite the delay, Bayern Munich’s third goal came.
Minute 62!
This time, the scorer was not Ribéry.
Bayern right-back Diego Contento delivered a cross, and Klose soared high in the box, heading the ball into Schalke 04’s net for the third time.
3:0!
The match’s outcome seemed sealed.
As the referee confirmed the goal, the student fans still holding on lost all energy, slumping in their seats.
Not only them, but also the remaining Schalke supporters and Magath standing by the bench.
Less than twenty-eight minutes left.
Three goals down.
Even Magath, who never gave up, knew this was hopeless.
Coming back from three goals down in half a match was an Istanbul Miracle; scoring three in twenty-eight minutes...
Desperate, Magath looked toward his bench.
Perhaps stirred by the provocations from those Bayern fans.
Or maybe he simply wanted to experiment with Raul and Lin Hao.
For some inexplicable reason, Magath called out Lin Hao’s name!
“Lin!!!”
Hearing his coach call him, Lin Hao excitedly sprinted to Magath’s side.
The entire Schalke team had wilted, but Lin Hao was different.
He was anxious!
He didn’t care about the match result—his priority was his debut!
If he didn’t get on now, who knew when he’d get the chance!
“Lin! You’re replacing Huntelaar! Remember, create chances for Raul as much as possible! You need to be the pivot. If you get the chance, take shots yourself. It’s your first team debut. Although the match... do your best, kid! Seize the opportunity!”
Magath earnestly outlined Lin Hao’s role upon entering.
Lin Hao nodded fervently.
Just as Lin Hao eagerly awaited a high-five from one of the disgruntled Dutch trio walking to the sideline,
“Error!”
“Error!”
“Final match template debuff—Uncrowned King in chaos!”
“Team luck buff normal!”
“Host goal value anomaly!”
“Error!”
“The Golden Boot is not the host!!!”
“Debuff reconfigured!”
“Host gains buff!”
“Shot accuracy +50%!”
“Dribbling success rate +50%!”
“Duration: 60 minutes!”
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