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Chapter 146 - Chapter 146: The Coward’s Calculus

Across Europe, the dominance of Spanish clubs in the Champions League group stage had become an undeniable fact.

Barcelona's progression was already guaranteed — they were casually strolling through a group with no real threats.

In Group D — widely regarded as the "Group of Death" — Real Madrid were surviving the chaos. Despite their massive investment, Manchester City had completely imploded in Europe, failing to win a single match. As a result, Real Madrid and Borussia Dortmund had taken control of the qualification spots. Dortmund currently held a one-point advantage, but Madrid were heavy favorites to reclaim top spot in their upcoming home clash at the Bernabéu.

But the most surprising story belonged to Málaga CF. In Group C, Manuel Pellegrini's side were dominating, taking four points off AC Milan and comfortably beating the weaker teams.

The mathematics were clear.

All four La Liga clubs were on course to finish top of their respective Champions League groups.

For Atlético Madrid, the final hurdle to securing first place stood directly ahead. If they could avoid defeat against Bayern Munich at the Vicente Calderón, they would mathematically lock down Group F.

...

Back in Bavaria, Jupp Heynckes had spent the previous week locked in the video analysis room at Säbener Straße, obsessively studying footage of the teenager who had humiliated them.

The more he watched, the more disturbing the picture became.

"The kid doesn't have a clear weakness," Heynckes muttered, shaking his head.

His longtime assistant, Peter Hermann, stood beside him with his arms crossed, brow furrowed.

"In my four decades in football, I've never seen a profile like this," Hermann said bluntly. "He has the engine of a marathon runner, the physical presence of a defensive anchor, elite tempo control, world-class distribution, frightening breakaway pace, and the finishing of a top striker…"

It reminded Hermann of Lothar Matthäus at his peak. Yet looking at the recent data, Shane Carter seemed to be evolving into something even more complete.

Heynckes tossed his marker onto the desk.

"Enough. We can't afford to paralyze ourselves by obsessing over one player," he declared. "We stick to our usual defensive shape, but our priority is offensive firepower."

Despite playing at the hostile Calderón, Bayern desperately needed all three points.

A win would bring them level with Atlético on twelve points, leaving the group to be decided on the final matchday.

Heynckes was a pragmatic, cynical veteran. He understood UEFA's politics well. If a commercial powerhouse like Bayern finished second in their group, they would almost certainly be drawn against Barcelona or Real Madrid in the round of 16 to create a television spectacle.

He had zero interest in being fed to one of the Spanish giants just to boost UEFA's ratings. He needed to win the group.

"We do not sit back! We engage them in a tactical battle!" Heynckes told his squad in their final briefing.

From the first-leg defeat, Heynckes had identified two main issues:

First, Bayern had played with extreme arrogance. They had underestimated an Atlético side returning to the Champions League after five years away.

Second, Shane Carter had entered a state of god-tier performance.

Heynckes was confident the first problem was fixed. Atlético were unbeaten in La Liga and sitting at the top. Any Bayern player who underestimated them now was simply naive.

As for the second factor… Heynckes viewed Shane's dominant display as a statistical anomaly. Surely a teenager couldn't produce that level of performance against Bayern twice in one campaign.

Fundamentally, he still believed Bayern had the superior squad. It was time to prove it.

...

As German football's flagship club, Bayern Munich's arrival at Madrid's Barajas Airport triggered a media storm.

Spanish and German journalists shoved microphones in the players' faces as they moved through the terminal.

While Heynckes and most of the squad stayed silent, a few key players embraced the hostility.

"How are you approaching this match?" one reporter asked.

Franck Ribéry offered a cold, arrogant smirk. "We have prepared perfectly. We are here to take three points from the Calderón."

Jérôme Boateng was far more direct.

"I won't call it revenge, but that's exactly what it is," the giant center-back said. "We intend to show the true strength of Bayern Munich."

Boateng was driven by pure vengeance. In the first leg, Shane had destroyed him with a sudden change of direction, leaving the towering defender flat on his face.

The moment had gone viral. The internet was flooded with GIFs and memes of Boateng's humiliation. He was desperate to reclaim his dignity.

...

A few hours later, in the press room at the Vicente Calderón.

Diego Simeone and Shane Carter sat behind the microphones for the pre-match press conference.

Naturally, the Spanish press immediately brought up the quotes from the Bayern players.

"Jérôme Boateng said Bayern failed to show their 'true strength' in the first leg. How do you respond?"

Shane leaned forward with a relaxed, slightly amused smile.

"So… they're openly admitting they were inferior on the night?" he replied.

The Spanish journalists burst into laughter.

In elite football, historical records don't care about "true potential" or excuses. They only record the final score. Post-match rationalizations were the universal language of the defeated.

As the laughter died down, a Chinese journalist was given the microphone.

"Shane, the group mathematics are simple. If Atlético draw tomorrow night, you secure first place. Will the team adjust tactically to prioritize a defensive approach and take that point?"

Shane looked at the journalist with a knowing smirk.

"Ah, yes. The classic 'play for a draw to advance' strategy…" Shane chuckled. "I'm very familiar with that logic. And as you should know, the historical success rate of that approach is absolutely catastrophic."

A ripple of knowing laughter spread through the Chinese journalists, while the Spanish and German reporters looked slightly confused.

The "Draw to Advance" curse was a well-known traumatic meme in Chinese football culture — whenever a team only needed a draw, they usually collapsed.

But Shane's philosophy was universal.

He leaned forward, his tone shifting from amused to ice-cold.

"If you step onto the pitch hoping for a 0-0 draw, you've already surrendered mentally. You invite pressure until the dam breaks. This is the Vicente Calderón. We don't operate on the coward's calculus. Our only objective tomorrow night is victory."

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