[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-start-with-r9-template":3,"chapter-start-with-r9-template-start-with-r9-template-chapter-165":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Start with R9 Template",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1388630,1840,"Chapter 165 - 165","start-with-r9-template-chapter-165",165,"\u003Cp>The Allianz Arena erupted in enthusiastic applause as the whistle blew for halftime, but it certainly wasn't for the men in black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joshua Kimmich walked toward the tunnel with his head down, staring at his boots as if they had personally betrayed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghost of Ling's Cruyff turn was still replaying in his mind, like a looping gif of humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, chin up,\" Thomas Müller said, jogging alongside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bavarian veteran ruffled Kimmich's hair aggressively. \"It's just one defensive mistake. I've missed plenty of sitters right in front of goal before. We are still in this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah,\" Kimmich replied softly, though his ears were still burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just keep pushing forward,\" Müller added, his voice hardening. \"With Manu in the hospital, we don't have time for self-pity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the home dressing room, the atmosphere was charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jupp Heynckes didn't shout as he just looked at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Playing at home and performing like this?\" Heynckes said, his voice quiet but cutting. \"I'm sure you're not satisfied. Maybe clinching the Bundesliga title early has made you soft. Arrogant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, letting the words sink in. \"But is the Champions League the Bundesliga? Manuel is watching this from a hospital bed. Do you want him to be eliminated without playing a single minute? Do you want to let him down?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bayern players shook their heads in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mention of their captain was a masterstroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good,\" Heynckes nodded. \"Pull yourselves together. Press aggressively. Track back. Thomas, Arjen—create space. Joshua, push forward. Make amends.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Müller suddenly stood up, slamming his fist into his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's give Manu a victory! Let's go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the away locker room, Jose Mourinho was in full professor mode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed a magnetic tactics board into the center of the room, his movements sharp and angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The scoreline says 1-1, but the performance says you are sleepwalking,\" Mourinho spat. \"Bayern exploits the wings to stretch you, then floods the box. You are watching them play!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mourinho drew dozens of small grids on the board, slamming magnets with player numbers into position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Second half, we change,\" Mourinho commanded. \"We kill the space. Paul, Nemanja—you are too far apart. Move closer. Block the central channel. Do not let James breathe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to the bench. \"Marcus, get ready. You're coming on for Mata. I need legs. Drop deep. Support Antonio. We do not concede again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message was clear: Survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second half began, and the dynamic shifted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manchester United settled into a rigid, suffocating rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The formation morphed into a distinct 4-5-1, a deep low block designed to frustrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the classic Mourinho \"Bus\"—ugly, unyielding, and incredibly effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bayern threw everything at the black wall. Ribery twisted and turned, Robben cut inside, but every shot was blocked by a leg, a chest, or a head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>74th Minute\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure was reaching a boiling point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>James Rodriguez, suffocated by Paul Pogba's physical marking, was forced to recycle the ball backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Javi Martinez collected it near the center circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spaniard wasn't just a destroyer, he also possessed a quarterback's vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up and pinged a diagonal laser toward the right flank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arjen Robben and Ashley Young, two veterans with a combined age of nearly 70, battled for the aerial ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Robben used a subtle shove to gain leverage, nodding the ball forward into the path of the overlapping Kimmich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kimmich, desperate for redemption, controlled it instantly. He drove to the byline, head up, and whipped a vicious cross into the corridor of uncertainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Defenders hate those,\" Gary Neville muttered on commentary. \"Spinning towards the goal... what a nightmare.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phil Jones didn't panic. He read the flight, leaped above Robert Lewandowski, and powered a header clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball looped high, dropping toward the edge of the D, twenty-five yards out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the Bayern fans leaped to their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>James Rodriguez.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Colombian stared at the falling ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a split second, it felt like 2014 again—the Maracanã, the Golden Boot, the world at his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body reacted on instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cushioned the ball with his chest, killing the momentum dead in the air. As the ball dropped, he didn't let it touch the grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swiveled his hips, planting his right foot, and unleashed a ferocious left-footed volley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the impact echoed like a gunshot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"OH MY WORD!\" Martin Tyler screamed. \"JAMES RODRIGUEZ!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball didn't spin; it knuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It flew like a cannonball, rising straight into the top right corner of the goal, kissing the post as it went in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>2-1 Bayern Munich!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Beautiful! A world-class strike!\" Gary Neville yelled, forgetting his bias for a second. \"Chest, turn, bang! He's put it in the postage stamp! De Gea is nowhere near that!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it!\" David De Gea punched the turf in frustration, screaming at his defenders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't expected a shot of that quality from that distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling stood near the halfway line, rubbing his head in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was outrageous!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a goal you couldn't defend against.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>James sprinted across the field, shaking his finger in celebration, his smile lighting up the Allianz.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His years at Real Madrid under Zidane had worn down his confidence, chipping away at his ego, but today, he was the Golden Boy again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"James!\" Muller grabbed him in a headlock. \"I think you just won the Puskás Award again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You fool,\" James laughed, breathless. \"Whatever! We are winning!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the sidelines, Heynckes applauded softly with a satisfied smile on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mourinho, however, looked like he had swallowed a lemon. His plan to hold the 1-1 draw had been shattered by a moment of individual genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what happened next was even harder for Mourinho to accept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heynckes immediately signaled the fourth official.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>OFF: Franck Ribery, Arjen Robben.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ON: Thiago Alcantara, Niklas Süle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The formation shifted to a 4-2-3-1, but defensively solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heynckes was shutting up shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew his aging wingers couldn't sustain the press, so he brought on a ball-playing controller and a giant center-back to lock down the game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mourinho's plan to counter-attack down the wings in the final ten minutes was dead in the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bayern choked the life out of the game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>84th Minute\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Romelu Lukaku found a yard of space and unleashed a snapshot, but Mats Hummels threw his body in the way, blocking it with his chest. Bayern nearly broke on the counter, but Matic fouled Thiago to stop the rot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mourinho stood on the touchline, arms folded, accepting the reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>2-1 away was not a disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep-beep-beep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee blew the final whistle and the Allianz Arena erupted with thunderous cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bayern Munich 2 - 1 Manchester United.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Germans had won the battle, but the war would be decided at Old Trafford!\u003C\u002Fp>",1131,"2026-06-05T22:48:23.062Z",1,"novelbin.me","9d6c53e37f3439cae945ce89423e42fed8d911eb751ec7670dd0e53c622a7b3a","start-with-r9-template-chapter-166","start-with-r9-template-chapter-164",371,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstart-with-r9-template-cover.jpg"]