My Ultimate Gacha System-Chapter 277 - 267: The Week Between II

Saturday, April 8, 2023

Gewiss Stadium, Bergamo

Serie A Matchday 30

The match itself unfolded with the deliberate messiness that came when teams faced fixtures sandwiched between more important competitions, and both Atalanta and their opponents—Empoli, mid-table and safely distant from relegation concerns—approached the ninety minutes with professional competence rather than desperate urgency.

Atalanta scored first in the twenty-third minute when Lookman drove inside from the left wing and his shot deflected off a defender’s leg past the goalkeeper, and the goal was fortunate rather than brilliant but three points came from results not aesthetics.

The stadium settled into satisfied noise rather than sustained celebration, and the atmosphere suggested supporters recognized this as a job to complete rather than a spectacle to enjoy.

Then Empoli equalized in the fifty-eighth minute through a sequence that began with Atalanta’s midfield losing a second ball just outside their own penalty area, and the loose possession fell to an Empoli forward who struck it quickly before defensive organization could reset.

The crowd stiffened immediately and Gasperini was on the touchline within seconds, and his arms sliced through the air with sharp gestures that communicated displeasure without needing verbal reinforcement, and his voice carried across the pitch with instructions about compactness and tracking runners.

Demien had started the match but was playing deeper than usual in a role that prioritized recycling possession rather than creating penetration, and his touches were safe rather than incisive because Gasperini’s instructions had explicitly emphasized control over risk.

He received the ball in the sixty-fourth minute fifteen yards inside Atalanta’s half with two Empoli midfielders pressing from different angles, and rather than attempting to turn or advance he simply laid it square to De Roon who was positioned five yards behind him, and the pass was accurate but unremarkable.

De Roon controlled it and played it backward to Tolói, and the circulation continued without creating danger because the priority was possession rather than penetration.

The winning goal came in the seventy-ninth minute from a corner kick that Djimsiti attacked at the near post, and his header was scruffy rather than clean but the ball bounced across the goal line before anyone could clear it, and the stadium’s reaction was relief more than euphoria.

Atalanta defended the lead through ten minutes that felt longer than they should have because Empoli pushed forward with nothing to lose and created two half-chances that Musso dealt with comfortably, and when the final whistle blew the scoreboard read 2-1 and the three points were secured without drama.

No celebrations followed—players walked straight to the tunnel after brief acknowledgments toward the Curva Nord—and the atmosphere in the dressing room afterward was satisfied rather than jubilant because everyone understood this had been professional execution rather than inspired performance.

The system notification appeared as Demien sat in front of his locker unlacing his boots.

「MATCHDAY 30 COMPLETE」

「Result: Win (2-1)」

「Performance: Stabilizing Role, 78 Minutes」

「+35 MP」

「+20 TP」

「Current Balance: 510 TP | 3 SP | 314 MP」

He dismissed the interface without reaction and continued changing while teammates moved around him with similar quiet efficiency, and nobody lingered longer than necessary because late afternoon matches meant the rest of Saturday could be spent away from football.

Sunday, April 9, 2023

Demien’s Apartment, Bergamo

2:17 PM

Sunday passed without training and the system registered no activity, and Demien spent most of the day in his apartment doing the maintenance work that recovery days required—stretching, foam rolling, ice packs on minor soreness—while avoiding the noise that filled sports media.

His phone buzzed periodically with notifications from various platforms, and he glanced at the screen occasionally to see headlines debating whether Atalanta were "holding on" or "growing into form" as the season’s final stretch approached, but he didn’t engage with the content because external analysis rarely provided value beyond confirming what he already knew.

Sophia was in Milan for meetings and wouldn’t return until evening, and Luca had gone home to see family, and the apartment’s silence was almost complete.

He watched match footage on his laptop without sound—clips from the Empoli game showing his positioning and decision-making—and he studied the sequences with analytical detachment rather than emotional investment because improvement came from identifying patterns rather than celebrating successes or dwelling on mistakes.

One sequence showed him receiving under pressure and immediately releasing to De Roon, and he rewound it three times to watch the angles and timing because the decision had been correct tactically but the execution could have been sharper.

Another showed him tracking back during a defensive transition, and his positioning had closed one passing lane effectively but left another slightly open, and though nothing came from it the gap existed and better opponents would have exploited it.

By evening Sophia returned and found him still at the laptop, and her presence shifted the apartment’s atmosphere from isolated to occupied, and they ate dinner together without discussing football beyond surface acknowledgments that the week had been professionally managed.

Sleep came easily that night because physical exhaustion from accumulated matches overrode mental activity, and when morning arrived Monday brought structure back through training schedules and tactical preparation.

Monday, April 10, 2023

Centro Bortolotti Training Complex

9:02 AM

The week’s rhythm changed immediately when Gasperini gathered the squad near the center circle before anyone touched a ball, and his presence alone communicated that this session would establish tone rather than maintain routine.

He stood with arms crossed and his voice carried across the pitch without needing excessive volume because thirty players standing in silence amplified every word naturally.

"Fiorentina next Saturday," Gasperini said, and he paused to let the fixture register fully, "and they won’t wait for mistakes—they’ll force them."

The statement wasn’t dramatic but the emphasis on force rather than capitalize created immediate understanding about the type of match being prepared for, and several players nodded slightly in acknowledgment because Fiorentina’s style was well-known—aggressive pressing, physical midfield battles, hostile home atmosphere when playing at the Artemio Franchi.

"Today we train like they’ll play," Gasperini continued while gesturing toward the tactical setup already arranged with cones marking tight spaces, "so if you’re comfortable in possession today then Wednesday will feel easy and Saturday will feel manageable."

He stepped back without dismissing them verbally, and the message was complete because further elaboration would dilute rather than enhance the point.

Training began with rondos that were compact—five attackers versus two defenders in circles that forced quick decisions under immediate pressure—and the coaching staff positioned themselves close enough to correct angles and timing with sharp verbal cues.

Demien found himself in a circle with Koopmeiners, Lookman, Éderson, and Pasalic as the attackers while De Roon and Hateboer pressed in the middle, and the space was tight enough that receiving cleanly required perfect body positioning and releasing immediately was mandatory rather than optional.

The ball came to Demien from Lookman’s pass and De Roon closed instantly from his left, and his first touch took the ball slightly right while his body opened toward Koopmeiners who had checked toward him offering support, and the pass came with his second touch before De Roon’s challenge could arrive.

"Faster," one of the assistant coaches called from outside the circle, and his tone was sharp rather than encouraging because the instruction was correction not praise, "because Saturday you won’t have that extra second."

The drill continued for twelve minutes with defenders rotating every two minutes to maintain intensity, and by the end everyone’s breathing was elevated and Demien’s jersey was damp with sweat despite the relatively short duration.

Tactical work followed with the squad divided into match-realistic eleven-versus-eleven formations, and the coaching staff organized the second team to replicate Fiorentina’s 4-3-3 shape with emphasis on midfield pressure and aggressive wing positioning.

When Demien received the ball between the lines during one sequence, two defenders closed simultaneously from different angles while a third cut off the pass back to De Roon, and the pressure forced him to play the ball square to Hateboer rather than attempting the forward pass he’d wanted.

The whistle blew immediately and play stopped while Gasperini walked onto the pitch with measured steps, and he pointed at the space where Demien had been standing before speaking directly to him.

"You’re standing where they want you," Gasperini said without anger but with emphasis that made clear this was instruction not criticism, "because if you’re static between their midfield and defense they can trap you with two players and cut your options."

He gestured five yards to the right where space had existed momentarily before the press arrived.

"Receive here instead," Gasperini continued while his hand traced the movement path, "and now when they close you’ve already got the angle to turn or the option to play Lookman making his run."

Demien nodded once and the correction registered fully because the tactical logic was clear—positioning determined options before the ball arrived, and standing in predictable locations made defending him easier regardless of technical quality.

Play resumed and the session’s intensity remained high for another forty minutes, and when the whistle finally blew to signal the end several players dropped to their knees briefly while others bent over with hands on thighs breathing hard.

The system notification appeared as Demien walked toward the water station.

「TRAINING SESSION COMPLETE」

「Quality: High-Pressure Tactical Work」

「+10 TP」

「Current Balance: 520 TP | 3 SP | 314 MP」

In the locker room afterward the atmosphere was quiet rather than conversational because everyone understood the week was building toward something that required focus beyond typical preparation, and the physical load from Monday’s session was just the beginning.

Tuesday, April 11, 2023

Centro Bortolotti Training Complex

8:47 AM

Tuesday began in the video analysis room before anyone changed into training gear, and the squad filed into the theatre-style space where large screens displayed Fiorentina’s recent matches in clear detail.

Gasperini stood at the front beside the screens with a remote control in his hand, and when everyone had settled into their seats he began playing clips without preamble because the footage would communicate more effectively than verbal explanation alone.

The first sequence showed Fiorentina’s midfield stepping high when opponents attempted to build from the back, and their two central midfielders—Amrabat and Bonaventura—pressed aggressively while their wingers—Nico González and Kouamé—collapsed inward to cut passing lanes centrally.

"They force you wide," Gasperini said while pausing the footage at the moment the opponent’s center-back was isolated on the touchline with no central options, "because they’re comfortable defending crosses and they’re less comfortable defending quick combinations through the middle."

The next clip showed what happened when teams tried to resist the wide pressure—a turnover in a dangerous area that led directly to a Fiorentina goal—and the cause was clear: the midfielder receiving centrally had been pressed by three players simultaneously and his touch under pressure was poor.