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The euphoria in the stands was palpable as the German supporters waved their flags more fervently, the atmosphere charged with excitement. The score now read Germany 2:1 Norway, and they could practically see themselves stepping into the Quarterfinals of this under-20 World Cup. The match soon resumed in the 52nd minute with Norway immediately launching an attack looking to score as soon as possible.
Their strategy was clear: use the physical presence of Erling Haaland to disrupt the German defence. From the restart, Emil Bohinen found space in the midfield and sent a lofted ball towards Haaland, who was closely marked by Armel Bella-Kotchap. Despite the tight coverage, Haaland managed to get a flick on the ball, directing it towards the onrushing Jens Petter Hauge on the left wing.
Hauge collected the pass in stride and burst down the flank, his cleats churning up the grass as he raced towards the goal line. With a quick glance up, he whipped a dangerous cross towards the far post, where Oscar Bobb was arriving at pace. Bobb leapt high, his timing impeccable, but his header sailed narrowly over the crossbar, prompting a collective sigh from the Norwegian supporters and a scattered cheer of relief from the German crowd.
The Germans quickly regrouped and initiated a counterattack. Angelo Stiller retrieved the goal kick from Luca Unbehaun and distributed it to Niklas Tauer, who turned smartly under pressure, evading a Norwegian challenge. Tauer played a quick sequence of passes with Florian Wirtz, who was dropping deeper to help orchestrate the play. With a swift movement, Wirtz turned upfield and spotted Jamie Leweling making a diagonal run across the field to the right flank.
Wirtz threaded an exquisite ball through the Norwegian defence, catching the high line off-balance as Leweling latched onto it just outside the penalty area. Without breaking stride, Leweling took a touch and then unleashed a fierce drive towards the near post. Kristoffer Klaesson, the Norwegian goalkeeper, reacted swiftly, diving to his left to parry the shot away. The ball ricocheted off his gloves and rolled dangerously across the face of the goal before it was hastily cleared by Leo ĂstigĂĽrd.
As the game progressed past the hour mark, the intensity on the pitch escalated. Norway, increasingly desperate to find an equalizer, began pushing more players forward, which in turn created spaces at the back that the German team was eager to exploit. Rakim Rex, who had been a constant threat throughout the match, started finding even more room to manoeuvre.
In the 65th minute, a clever piece of skill by Rakim saw him evade two defenders near the halfway line and drive towards the heart of Norwayâs defence. He slid a perfect pass to Malik Tillman, who had smartly peeled off his marker. However, Malik seemed to lose balance or maybe felt the nerves causing his first touch to go array. Before he could recover Tobias Børkeeiet put his body in between him and the ball bodying him back words as he took control of the ball.
Not hesitating he sent a crisp pass up the left flank finding the feet of Eman Markovic who had been tracking back. Since Rakim had charged up it created a pocket of space, and the Norwegian winger wasnât going to waste his chance to make use of the opportunity. Turning with the momentum of the ball he dribbled forward like a man running away from child support payments quickly crossing the halfway line.
Simon Asta stepped up from the front and Angelo Stiller appeared from the centre as he tried to box in the opposing winger. It seemed to work as he was forced to slow down the closer, they got performing stepovers to keep them at bay. Just as Asta decided to lung in and take his chance Emanâs feet seemed sluggish before rapidly flashing over the ball.
Pushing the ball along the ground with the top of his foot, primarily the outside of his boot he sent the ball gliding along the ground as it slipped through Astaâs open legs. He wasnât able to chase after the ball as he found himself swapped up by Astaâs charge but he wasnât worried. The nearby German layer subconsciously stopped expecting a whistle to be blown but was surprised to see the ref motion for an advantage to be played.
They couldnât question why as they quickly broke out in panic when a red blur sped down the wing racing after the ball. They were shell-shocked at the sight they were late to react only moving upon the prompt of Luca in between the sticks shouting for them to get back. John Kitolano Norwayâs left back had overlapped with Eman channelling his inner track star as he barely managed to stop the ball at the byline before it could go out for a goal kick.
He came to a skidding halt just outside the field before nimbly turning back his feet flashing as he nudged the stationary ball through the legs of Niklas Tauer who had hustled to track him down. Rounding him with two large steps, dodging Tauerâs attempt to put his body in the way he took control of the ball as he entered the box. With a deft touch, John Kitolano guided the ball along the byline heading towards the near post.
As Kitolano closed in on the near post, Luca Unbehaun readied himself for the impending cross or shot. Expecting a cutback, Luca positioned himself slightly off his line to better react to any redirections inside the box. But Kitolano had other plans. With a cheeky flick of his boot, he sent a low hard driven cross directly towards the penalty spot, cleverly bypassing the German goalkeeperâs reach.
At the penalty spot, Erling Haaland, who had cleverly drifted away from Bella-Kotchap, who had stepped forward trying to close John down, positioned himself perfectly to meet Kitolanoâs cross. His movement was a textbook display of a strikerâs instinct, peeling off at the last second to create just enough space to operate. As the ball approached, Haalandâs eyes narrowed, focusing intently on the incoming cross.
With precise timing, Haaland unleashed a powerful side volley, directing the ball downwards towards the far corner of the goal. The stadium held its breath as the ball rocketed towards the goal, but his control was shaky, and the ball impacted the past sending it back out. The German fans breathed a sigh of relief, but the danger wasnât over as the figure of Oscar Bobb appeared at the edge of the box.
He calmly took control of the ball with a deft touch breaking the momentum of the ball as he nudged it past Kevin Ehlers trying to get in his way. Keeping his composure, he fired off a missile of a shot to the top right corner catching Luca who had just shimmied across his line at Haalandâs earlier attempt. He could only watch in dismay as the ball sailed beyond his reach, striking the inside of the post and nestling securely into the back of the net.
The Norwegian fans erupted into jubilant cheers as Oscar Bobb ran towards the corner flag, sliding on his knees with arms outstretched as if trying to embrace the world. His teammates followed suit rushing over to engulf him in a group embrace. The scoreline was now level at 2-2 in the 68th minute, and the momentum had dramatically shifted. The German supporters, momentarily silenced, looked on with tense expressions as the reality set in.
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To Be continued...