So what if I'm just strolling around the field? My shots are guaranteed to go in.

The team's hotel was not far from the Allianz Arena. After dinner, the players returned to their rooms to rest. Lin Fan and Schneider were assigned to the same standard room.

After taking a shower, Lin Fan lay on the bed and brought up the system interface.

[Host: Lin Fan]

Age: 18

【Height: 183cm】

[Weight: 75kg]

Current steps: 2880

Available attribute points: 0

Technical Attributes:

[Shooting: 80! Passing: 80! First touch: 80!]

[Tackling: 80! Defense: 57! Set Pieces: 58!]

[Heading: 65! Dribbling: 56! Possession: 61!]

The steal ability has finally reached 80 points.

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction; this was the result of his recent efforts.

This means his performance on the defensive end will see a significant improvement.

Although tackling is not the primary task for a striker, this ability is very useful in high-pressing tactics.

More importantly, there is a reserve of 2880 steps.

Based on previous experience, he can accumulate about 20 to 30 steps per minute during the game (depending on the frequency of off-ball movement), which means that after a few minutes, he can accumulate enough steps to redeem a reward.

"Tomorrow..." Lin Fan closed his eyes and began to simulate various possible scenarios for the competition.

"Lin Fan, are you asleep?" Schneider, on the opposite bed, suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Not yet, what's wrong?"

After a few seconds of silence, Schneider finally spoke: "Are you nervous? About tomorrow's game."

Lin Fan turned his head and saw Schneider staring at the ceiling, his arms crossed in front of his chest, in a stiff posture.

"A little," Lin Fan said honestly, "but mostly I'm excited. Don't you think so? Playing in the final at the Allianz Arena, that's an opportunity that so many young players dream of."

"I'm worried I'll make a mistake," Schneider said, his voice even softer.

"I'm still a bit too thin, and I'm worried I won't be able to handle the ball properly. Bayern's defensive midfielder is very strong. I've heard he's already getting attention from the first team."

Lin Fan sat up and looked at his introverted teammate: "Schmidt..."

Schneider Electric.

"Okay, Schneider. Listen, the fact that you made the starting lineup for the finals means the coach trusts you. Mr. Maister isn't the kind of person who makes decisions lightly."

"But my health is indeed a bit poor."

"Then don't give them a chance to catch you," Lin Fan said. "Anticipate in advance and utilize your agility and speed. Football isn't an arm wrestling match; it's not about who's stronger. Intelligence and experience are equally important."

Schneider turned his head, looking at Lin Fan with some surprise: "You... why do you make such a reasonable point today?"

Lin Fan grinned: "I've always been very intelligent, but I usually keep it hidden. Besides, if you make a mistake, and we concede a few more goals, I'll have to score a few more to catch up—that's too much pressure for me, so for my own sake, you have to play well too."

Schneider finally smiled, though it was just a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth: "You're really strange, Lin Fan. Sometimes I feel like you don't care about the game at all, and other times I feel like you care more than anyone else."

"I care about the result, not the process." Lin Fan lay back down. "Go to sleep, there's a tough battle ahead tomorrow."

The room fell into darkness and silence. After a long while, just as Lin Fan was about to fall asleep, Schneider whispered again, "Thank you, Lin Fan."

You're welcome, Schmidt.

This time, Schneider did not correct him.

On Saturday morning, the sky over Munich was clear and the May sun was warm but not scorching.

Looking out of the hotel window, you can already see a few fans wearing red or yellow and black jerseys walking on the street.

Although it was a youth team match, the Germans' passion for football transcends age groups.

During the morning tactics session, Maister emphasized the key points of the game for the last time.

"Bayern will control possession, that's their style. We need to defend well and seize counter-attacking opportunities. Lin Fan, you need to be ready to move forward at any time; Götz and Fischer will find a way to pass the ball to you."

"Keep the formation compact when defending, especially on both flanks, don't let them get past you easily. Schneider, Timo, you two need to cover for each other."

"Remember, this is a final, but it's also a football match. Play our own style and enjoy this stage."

Lunch was simple but nutritious. At 2 PM, the team bus headed to Allianz Arena.

The closer you get to the stadium, the more fans you'll find on the street.

Most of them were Bayern Munich fans, but there were also quite a few Borussia Dortmund fans who had traveled from afar.

As the bus passed a group of fans wearing yellow and black jerseys, they waved flags and chanted "Heja BVB" (Go Dortmund!).

Lin Fan noticed several Asian faces in the crowd, holding signs written in Chinese: "Go Lin Fan!" and "Pride of China!"

A warm feeling welled up in my heart.

Thousands of fans have gathered around Allianz Stadium.

While it can't compare to the spectacle of a first-team Bundesliga match, it's still a considerable number of spectators for a youth league final.

Reporters in the media area set up their cameras and microphones, while the German television broadcast van was parked in a designated area.

Upon entering the locker room, the atmosphere became noticeably tense. No one spoke; the only sounds were of people organizing their gear and tying their shoelaces.

Lin Fan changed into a yellow jersey with a large "69" and his surname "LIN" printed on the back.

He carefully tied his shoelaces and did a few stretching exercises.

Maister pushed open the door and clapped his hands: "Guys, thirty minutes left. One last reminder: stay calm, execute your tactics, and believe in yourselves. You've come this far not by luck, but by skill. Now, go prove it!"

Time ticked by. Finally, the staff knocked on the door, signaling it was time to come out.

In the players' tunnel, players from both teams stood in formation. Bayern Munich players wore their traditional red home jerseys, while Borussia Dortmund wore their yellow and black away jerseys.

Lin Fan stood in the middle of the line and could hear faint cheers coming from outside the passage.

He took a deep breath and focused his attention on the system interface.

Current steps: 2880

[Reward redemption requirement: 3000 steps]

120 steps left. I should be able to collect enough within the first ten minutes.

The referees signaled that the players could enter the field. The players from both teams walked out of the tunnel side by side.

Instantly, a wave of sound rushed towards us.

The stands at Allianz Stadium were about a third full, with approximately 25000 spectators in attendance.

This is several times higher than the average attendance rate for youth leagues.

The majority of the crowd were Bayern Munich fans, and their cheers were deafening.

But in one corner of the south stand, about five hundred Borussia Dortmund fans gathered together, waving flags and singing against the cheers of the home fans.

Lin Fan looked up and surveyed the field. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the roof, casting dappled shadows on the grass.

The enormous Bayern Munich crest shines brightly in the center circle, and today, on this field that symbolizes the royal power of German football, they will challenge the crown prince.

The players from both sides lined up, shook hands, and took a group photo.

Lin Fan stood in his position, looking at the Bayern players opposite him.

Their expressions were serious, their eyes resolute—this was a team accustomed to victory.

The referee blew his whistle, signaling to the two captains to choose a side.

The final is about to begin.

Lin Fan bent down and touched the turf one last time. The grass blades were soft and springy, carrying the scent of early summer.

He straightened up and looked towards the opponent's half of the court.

The starting whistle blew over the Allianz Arena.