Unlimited Potential System

The Paris Saint Germain players gathered near the corner flag to celebrate the opening goal, while the noise inside the Parc des Princes grew even louder. The camera panned to Kvaratskhelia, who ran towards the bench with both hands raised. His teammates joined him, surrounding him while clapping his back and ruffling his hair. Some of them even more agressive as they shoved him from behind.

On the other end of the pitch, the Monaco players walked slowly back and assumed their position on the field. Some of them looked down, not wanting to see Kvaratskhelia celebrating, Phillip Kohn wiped his brows which were filled with sweat.

Tyler looked up at the scoreboard. The white letters glowed on the big screen: PSG 1 – 0 AS MONACO. The match had only been going for just under twenty minutes, but Paris Saint Germain had already taken the lead.

Adi Hutter stood on the touchline with his arms folded. He didn't say anything immediately. His expression was the same one Tyler had seen many times during tactical sessions when they weren't doing exactly what he wanted. When the players looked towards him, he told them to remain composed and stick to the plan.

Monaco restarted the match from the center circle. Balogun rolled the ball to Golovin, who passed it backwards to Zakaria. PSG didn't press high; they were content to fall into shape, knowing that Monaco would struggle to progress the ball through the middle.

Tyler adjusted slightly on his position from the bench. The game plan was simple, they knew it before the match even started. They were to avoid leaving the flanks exposed by double teaming the Paris Saint Germain wingers so as to nullify their threat. It sounded smart and feasible on paper but it wasn't working right now.

Adi Hutter was still shouting telling them to remain composed and stick to the plan. He knew that the goal PSG scored could do some damage to the morale of his players.

'We defend with ten, we attack with six. Be disciplined. That's how we survive here.' Tyler thought to himself.

PSG continued to dictate the tempo. Joao Neves and Vitinha exchanged short passes through midfield, controlling possession with patience. Whenever Monaco tried to step out, PSG simply recycled the ball to the opposite flank.

Dembele began drifting infield, forcing Kehrer to communicate constantly with Salisu. Each time he did, Tyler felt the urgency build in his chest. PSG looked sharp, and every attack felt like it could lead to something dangerous.

In the twenty-eighth minute, Monaco finally found a way forward.

It began when Zakaria intercepted a loose pass from Vitinha and immediately played a quick ball upfield to Golovin. The Russian midfielder carried it over the halfway line before threading a pass down the left to Ben Seghir.

Ben Seghir's first touch was perfect. He slowed the ball with the inside of his right foot, lifted his head, and noticed Balogun making a curved run between Marquinhos and Pacho.

The crowd's noise dipped slightly as Monaco surged forward.

Ben Seghir ignored the cross for now and carried the ball a few more meters, then cut inside to create a better angle. Marquinhos stepped out to press him, forcing Ben Seghir to shoot earlier than he wanted.

His shot went over the bar. It wasn't far off, but Donnarumma didn't even need to move.

"Fuck!" Ben Sehir shouted

Ben Seghir sighed and placed his hands on his hips while shaking his head in frustration. Golovin seeing his teammates reaction walked over to him and placed his hand on Ben Seghir's back.

"Nice one man". Golovin said.

Ben Seghir nodded slightly and went to position himself for the corner. It was a good chance, and it was also Monaco's first shot of the game, after over thirty minutes. A testament to how badly they were being dominated.

From the sideline, Adi Hutter clapped slowly. "Better," he shouted. "Again."

PSG restarted with a goal kick. Donnarumma played it short to Pacho, who returned it to Neves. Monaco stayed compact again, waiting for an error or a loose touch.

The next ten minutes were tense but stable. PSG had more of the ball, but Monaco's defensive shape held firm. Vanderson tracked Kvaratskhelia tightly, rarely giving him space to turn. On the opposite side, Ben Seghir's work rate helped Henrique deal with Hakimi and Doue.

Each tackle, interception, or clearance from Monaco drew small cheers from their away section. It wasn't loud compared to the rest of the stadium, but it was enough for the players to notice.

The Monaco players slowly found themselves growing into the rhythm of the match. They even went on a couple of quick breaks, catching the Paris Saint Germain defense off guard. Unfortunately they couldn't quite get the ball into the back of the net. Even if they didn't score they were building momentum and felt that they could get the equalizer.

Then their momentum was halted as in the thirty-seventh minute, PSG almost doubled their lead.

Vitinha's disguised pass split open Monaco's midfield, finding Dembele between the lines. The winger took one touch to control, then another to push the ball past Salisu. His low shot looked destined for the far corner, but Kohn got down quickly and pushed it away with his left hand.

The rebound fell to Barcola, who tried to shoot again, but Vanderson slid across and blocked it. The ball rolled out for a corner.

"Let's goo!" Phillip Kohn shouted while shoving his defenders with passion. They managed to do their jobs this time, preventing Paris Saint Germain from scoring their second goal.

The defenders repositioned themselves to deal with the corner immediately after Kohn celebrated with them.

From the corner, PSG tried a short routine, but Golovin anticipated it and cleared. The clearance turned into a counterattack.

Golovin passed to Zakaria, who immediately sent a through ball down the middle to Balogun. The striker sprinted forward, chased by Marquinhos and Pacho.

Balogun reached the edge of the box and cut inside onto his right foot. For a moment, it looked like he might shoot, but Marquinhos closed the gap. Balogun then shifted the ball sideways to Ben Seghir, who was arriving from the left.

Ben Seghir didn't take a touch. He went for it first time, aiming for the far corner.

It was a golden chance, but his shot lacked accuracy. The ball curled just wide of the post, brushing the side netting on its way out.

Ben Seghir placed his hands on his head and let out a small groan. Balogun crouched down, shaking his head.

"Not again". Ben Seghir muttered as he knelt down almost immediately.

A/N:

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