On the morning of the match day, the Hoffenheim Training Base was eerily empty. The place that was usually filled with the sound of cleats scuffing the grass, shouts, and heavy breathing, now only had the occasional whooshing sound of the wind sweeping across the synthetic track. Well, now Oliver truly became Hoffenheim's starboy. Today, after completing a set of particularly gentle restorative stretches and low-intensity cycling in the small gym, he slowly ambled back to his apartment. The stiffness in his knee had almost disappeared, and both the system and the team doctors reported that he was recovering very well.
The match wouldn't start until 8 PM, and the waiting time was a bit boring. He forced himself to take a nap, and after waking up, he continued to analyze two Champions League matches, until the match time finally approached minute by minute. He turned on the TV, and the stadium's roar instantly flooded the quiet apartment, with Frankfurt's red ocean boiling on the screen. Oliver turned down the volume a bit, carefully placed the notebook on his lap, and clutched a pen in his hand. He was about to start his "homework."
The Commentator's familiar voice began to warm up, analyzing formations and introducing the starting lineups. When the camera swept over the Hoffenheim bench, Oliver's gaze lingered for a moment, then moved away, focusing more intently on the screen. The start of the match confirmed Nagelsmann's predictions and Oliver's notes: Frankfurt was exceptionally aggressive.
Their high press was like a tenacious net, spreading out layer by layer from the frontline, fiercely intercepting, surrounding, and tirelessly running to cover every possible space. Hoffenheim's passing lanes were cut to pieces, and Oliver's brows furrowed slightly, but his pen moved rapidly across the paper:
'Frankfurt Opening: 4-4-2 pressing formation -> Actual variation 4-2-4, double strikers + wingers tucking in for deep pressure. Our left-back Schulz's pressure source when holding the ball: Opponent's right-winger… Suggestion: Right-winger (Amiri) drops deeper to receive; or center-back moves up to the midfield line to assist with ball progression…'
Oliver knew what was important; he didn't record the exact position of every press or every tackle, but rather, like a scalpel, he precisely cut into the critical nodes on the field. Frankfurt's core paths in offensive organization, weak links in defensive formation transitions, and his own players' receiving habits and thought patterns exposed under high-intensity pressure. Behind each brief analysis was a rapid deconstruction of position, distance, space utilization efficiency, and potential risk points.
The match progressed with Frankfurt's continuous onslaught.
Midway through the first half, Frankfurt's striker Haller, a tall target man, utilized his aerial advantage during a set-piece scramble, forcefully breaking through the defense and heading the ball into the net!
0-1.
Frankfurt's home stadium erupted in frenzy.
Oliver's hand paused, his heart suddenly tightened, and then he calmly marked on the paper:
'Root cause of goal conceded: During the second attack from a set-piece, defensive midfielder Rupp was drawn too far wide, allowing Haller to instantly gain a direct path to the six-yard box…'
Hoffenheim fell behind and tried to counter, but Frankfurt's relentless pressure did not ease up.
Shortly after the second half began, Frankfurt's midfielder Gacinovic, with a not-so-exquisite but exceptionally practical through ball, found the right-winger Wolf's instant breakthrough as he tore down the flank. His shot after cutting inside was at a tricky angle, slipping past the goalkeeper's fingertips,
0-2.
Oliver's fingers tightened around the pen, his knuckles slightly white. Immense pressure enveloped Hoffenheim, and Frankfurt's momentum was like a rainbow. On the screen, his teammates appeared tired and irritable.
Just as the scene switched, the TV Commentator's voice, tinged with emotion, spoke: "…I have to say, seeing Hoffenheim's attack in the middle and final third looking a bit sluggish today, I suddenly miss that tough-match kid. Though he's only 17, that sharpness in tough matches, daring to dribble and pass, always bringing a different kind of change, is a very active factor in the team's attacking system. If he were here today, perhaps the situation would truly be different; at least he could bring more variables and continuous pressure to Frankfurt's defense…"
Oliver didn't expect his name to be mentioned while watching a match. His hand, holding the pen, paused, but his gaze remained exceptionally calm as he stared at the dejected backs of his losing teammates on the screen. Regret? Of course, there was regret. As a player, no one doesn't want to be in such fierce competition, especially when seeing the team in a difficult situation; that impulse to step up is like tiny ants crawling in his heart. But now, he was more in a state of calm scrutiny.
The camera swept over Nagelsmann's stern expression on the sidelines; he knew his mentor must also be reviewing the tactical gains and losses at this moment. Oliver took a deep breath, forcefully suppressed these emotions, and began to analyze more calmly:
'Key to 0:2 goal conceded: Before Frankfurt winger Gacinovic's through ball, the opponent's midfield collectively leaned left in a feint, instantly creating a huge attacking channel on the right side… Dilemma: Two goals down, opponent has more space for counter-attacks after retreating, high-press risk increases sharply, attacking organization paths are rigid, over-reliant on Gnabry's breakthroughs on the left…'
As if by coincidence, just as Oliver finished writing Gnabry's name, Gnabry himself stepped up! With his personal speed and skill, he created an angle at the edge of the box, and a powerful low shot pierced through Frankfurt's goalkeeper's grasp!
1:2!
Hoffenheim pulled one back! In front of the screen, Oliver almost sprang from his chair, his clenched fist silently punching the air, his face showing excitement for the first time. However, time was merciless; although Hoffenheim's momentum improved after scoring, they ultimately failed to change the score again. At the final whistle, Hoffenheim suffered a 1:2 defeat away from home.
On the Bundesliga standings, although this loss was regrettable, due to the advantage accumulated from three earlier victories, the team still held firmly to second place in the Bundesliga. Not too bad, but also a reminder. Silence returned to the apartment, leaving only the Commentator's summary on TV and the background noise of the fans.
Oliver slowly released the pen, which had become a bit warm from his grip, and let out a long breath, as if he had also experienced a fierce battle; the regret of losing was real, like a not-too-small stone pressing on his chest.
Just as his pen tip hovered in the air, already contemplating writing down several key points on
'How to break down similar high-press tactics by Frankfurt that cut off midfield and wide connections'
[Ding!]
The system's familiar electronic sound appeared once again. Immediately after, a series of crystal-clear electronic tones began to prompt him:
[Host Oliver, total matches observed since joining Hoffenheim: 200 matches. Observation quality evaluation: Perfect, high quality, high concentration. Gain level: Extremely high. Host's personal cognitive restructuring complete. Unlocking personal exclusive new skill: Space Weaver.]
Oliver froze completely! The pen clattered onto the notebook, and he continued to read the system prompt.
[Skill Overview: Space Weaver. Effect: Visualizes the eleven-player dynamic battlefield as a perceptible 'network.' Visual Ability: Instantly captures the movement trajectories of both allied and enemy players, forming connections and grids, analyzing their overall flow structure and potential weak points. Awareness Advantage: Field of vision transcends the spatiotemporal limitations of the current ball-holder, calculating 'optimal solutions' for non-direct, multi-node linked potential attack paths (e.g., highest threat path, lowest probability of interception path, etc.). Note: This skill is exclusive to Host Oliver. This skill originates from the Host's long-term, high-quality tactical thinking and accumulated essential breakthroughs, and is unrelated to skills from the System Shop. This skill possesses evolutionary potential; its depth, precision, and reaction speed will advance with proficiency in use, understanding of the game, and growth in mental strength.]
This information was like a sudden enlightenment, instantly dispelling the shadow of regret brought by the loss! Oliver suddenly stood up, his heart pounding violently in his chest, hitting his ribs painfully. Not from fear, but from immense shock and the accompanying ecstasy! Space Weaver! Seeing the football field as a network? Isn't this the scenario he often fantasized about in his mind??
He suddenly turned to look at a large panoramic photo of Hoffenheim's home stadium on the wall. In that photo, the players, in his suddenly "evolved" visual perception, now seemed to truly transform into nodes representing different positions and functions. Their runs, pulls, and passing lanes were automatically extracted, simplified, and reconstructed in his mind into a translucent, dynamic grid map with light traces and Context! He even "saw" the momentary open space behind a certain player in the frozen photo, and a winding potential passing path connecting three teammates, ultimately pointing to that open space!
This completely transcended the level of only being able to do two-dimensional static analysis in his notebook. This was a three-dimensional, real-time calculated battlefield perception, and compared to his previous "reading the game" ability developed through extensive match footage and note analysis, it had undergone a qualitative leap! Just then, the system information flow in his mind automatically popped up again:
[Ability Correlation Boost: Vision Attribute. Reason: Host activated Space Weaver skill, macroscopic situational awareness undergoes qualitative change. Original rating: B+ → Current rating: S.]
S-rank Vision!!!
If the previous B+ vision meant he could judge nearby opportunities or dangers faster than his peers and even most mature players on the field. Then now, this "Space Weaver" skill combined with an S-rank vision rating means he possesses the awareness and vision of most top midfielders in the top five Leagues. This is true big-picture thinking, not just point-to-point connections!
After the initial euphoria, a deeper calm quickly settled over him. This skill was not a gift out of thin air. The system made it very clear: "Originates from a fundamental breakthrough accumulated through long-term, high-quality tactical thinking." This was the essence of 200 high-quality matches that Oliver had meticulously dissected, chewed, and absorbed since joining Hoffenheim!
But all in all, it was certainly more than just these 200 matches. If one were to count all the matches Oliver had watched since joining the Birmingham youth academy at age 12 until today, it might add up to tens of thousands, but he certainly wasn't as meticulous and serious in his viewing when he was younger. His previous match notes were more about analysis and learning, a passive absorption and imitation.
But now, with this "Space Weaver" seed… he felt like he had been given a key. A key that could attempt to "create," to construct the blueprint of his own tactical vision!
What he needed to analyze was no longer what Frankfurt did or how we inadequately responded, But rather, he could stand from a more macroscopic perspective and deduce: "If I were on the field, what 'networks' would I see that others couldn't? How could I guide the flow of the ball to weave Hoffenheim's attack?"
Oliver remained composed, bent down to pick up the pen that had fallen onto his notebook, and sat back on the sofa, continuing to write his unfinished match summary. He needed time, absolute focus, to combine the results of tonight's loss with the new skill he had just acquired in his mind. The outcome of the loss could not be changed, but the new ability emerging from failure gave him an ineffable sense of power. Outside the window, Hoffenheim's night was deep; his teammates hadn't returned yet, and the training ground was empty. But in Oliver's dorm room, an unprecedented storm of thought was raging, and the eye of this "storm" was Oliver himself.
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