Not advancing to the semis?

Today it is the last match in the group stage. We are already qualified. That's for sure. Now only the placement remains to be chosen. First is of course almost always the best.

Anyway, it doesn't have anything to do with me. I won't be playing in the starting eleven today, as we are playing against the weakest of the group Guinea. I am still young and need more rest.

~a few hours later~

The referee blows the whistle the last time for Germany in the group stage. We are qualified as first.

We won 1:3 with goals from Arp, Kühn, and from Cetin through a penalty. (only Cetin was penalty)

We advanced as first of the group and Iran as second. 

The other groups were as follows. Some qualified as 3rd for it to be the right amount of teams. These were decided by a few things like overall points.

Group A: 1. Ghana 2. Columbia 3. USA

Group B: 1. Paraguay 2. Mali

Group C was ours.

Group D: 1. Brazil 2. Spain 3. Niger

Group E: 1. France 2. Japan 3. Honduras

Group F: 1. England 2. Iraq 3. Mexico

What I thought were the hardest enemies are the ones who have won the World Cup in my previous life. England. With a young Phil Foden, Jadon Sancho, Hudson-Odoi, and many more...

But this has nothing to do with us. We would only meet them in the Final if we advance that far. 

Our next opponent is Mexico which is semi-strong and only advanced as 3rd. It shouldn't be hard for us to advance, but the bigger problem is the quarter-finals. We would either play against a strong Spain or a strong France if we advance. 

The Match against Mexico is in Margao again. It is played at 17:00 (5 PM) on the 17th of October. The same time as France vs Spain.

~3 days later~

As the referee finally blows the whistle for the end we are cheering for advancing to the quarter finals.

Why finally? Well to be exact, finally for Mexico.

We won 6:0. With me shooting 4 goals and Bisseck and Yeboah each shooting one. 

To be honest. We were in excellent form today and Mexico was not really in good form.

Our Match ended very early due to almost having no extra time.

Due to this we were able to watch the end of Spain vs France.

Spain got a penalty in the 90th minute whilst the result is 1:1 right now. 

Their striker Abel Ruiz runs to shoot. 

He shoots at the upper right corner. The keeper has no chance and Spain advances.

The quarter-finals were already decided before the game. They were in Kochi at 17:00 (5 PM) 5 days later.

~5 days later~

Both teams are waiting for the referee to blow the whistle.

We have kickoff. 

We have already discussed a kickoff tactic. We will be playing a tactic Schweinsteiger has often used. Sending a precise pass to a winger, who will cut in and shoot or pass.

As soon as the referee whistles Arp passes the ball to me and runs.

I sent a high-altitude ball to him. He catches the ball and passes the ball to winger Yeboah. Yeboah raises his head, looks around, and sees me plugging in. He passes the ball to me.

I didn't hesitate and shot. I stood a small bit above the penalty area almost exactly in the middle. The ball perfectly advances to the left goalpost and bounces into the goal. We celebrate. We perfectly translated our imagination of the kick-off into reality.

We couldn't celebrate for long as Spain soon equalized. We relaxed too hard and let them get a cross and their striker, who will be a famous talent in the future, Torres shook his head to let the ball into the goal.

1:1

But it didn't stop there. They soon shot the 2:1. This time through a corner kick.

It was the 34th minute.

We went into halftime with this score. 

But at halftime, our coach said something I would never forget...

"We are currently in the quarter-finals at the World Cup. It may be only a u17 World Cup, but it is a fucking World Cup. So play like national players, not like Sunday league players! Many of you won't advance to the real nation team. Many say it is because their talent isn't good enough. It is good enough. If it wasn't, you wouldn't be standing here. It is you. You, who doesn't give it his all every game. Play like every game is your last game, because it may be if you don't perform well enough. NOW. GO OUT AND BEAT THEM.", that speech was motivating as fuck.

After going out we had the mentality that was needed to turn this game around. As our coach said. We all were giving it our all.

In the 70th minute, we finally equalized. I ran on the sidelines, passed the defender with a Ronaldinho or Rivellino classic, and made a Rabona cross. Why? It is risky Meyer. Yes, but I had no other choice. Otherwise, it would have been a goal kick. The cross was perfect for Yeboah who headed the ball into the goal.

Then. In the 92nd minute with only 3 minutes of playback time. 

Boller tried a through pass to me. Everyone was in front. Only four defenders in front of me. One tries to clear the ball with a tackle. I am now almost at top speed. The ball goes exactly 20 meters in front of me. There were two defenders way nearer in front of me, but I ran and ran. I exerted 120% of my speed and somehow got the ball first. I passed the ball to myself with my head and was in a 1vs1 against the goalie of Spain. I calmly chipped the ball over him and scored the 2:3 winner. (Please look at the comments. There is a video. Explanation isn't really good)

We celebrated like crazy with the coaches and the reserve players storming the field like we already won the World Cup. After a while the referee told us to stop celebrating. After the kick-off, the referee blew the whistle to signal the end of the game.