My Ultimate Gacha System-Chapter 141 - 136: M.O.M I

Chapter 141: Chapter 136: M.O.M I
The Gewiss Stadium erupted one final time, sustained applause and cheering washing over the pitch as both teams walked off to contrasting receptions—Atalanta’s players applauded by twenty-three thousand supporters who remained standing and chanting, Cremonese’s squad trudging toward the tunnel with heads down and shoulders slumped under the weight of ninety minutes that had felt like a public execution.
Full-Time Statistics
The big screen displayed the final numbers:
ATALANTA 5-0 CREMONESE
Possession:
87% - 13%
Shots:
22 - 2
Shots on Target:
14 - 1
Expected Goals:
4.2 - 0.1
Corners:
11 - 0
Pass Accuracy:
91% - 68%
Demien Walter - 79 minutes played:
2 goals | 3 assists | 95% final-third pass accuracy | 7 chances created | 9/11 duels won
「MISSION: BREAK THE BUS – PERFECT CLEAR」
「Rewards: 30 TP | 50 MP」
「Bonus rewards for overachievement: +20 TP」
「Total banked: 50 TP | 50 MP」
「Current balance: 335 TP | 0 SP | 166 MP」
The system notification appeared as Demien walked toward the tunnel, and he dismissed it with a thought before the media obligations began.
Man of the Match Presentation - Center Circle
The big screen above the stands flashed the graphics in bold letters:
MAN OF THE MATCH - DEMIEN WALTER
Sponsored by Gewiss - Official Energy Partner
Demien jogged back out to the center circle from the tunnel entrance, still catching his breath and pulling his jacket tighter against the evening air that had turned cool, and the sponsor representative waited with a gleaming crystal plaque and an oversized bottle of Gewiss energy drink.
He collected both items, holding them up for the cameras with his right arm raised once for the official photo, his expression serious rather than celebratory because this felt like work rather than reward, and he flashed a small smile to the cameras positioned around the pitch.
The plaque read in Italian:
"Man of the Match - Atalanta vs Cremonese - September 7, 2022 - Gewiss Stadium"
He handed the plaque to the fourth official who would take it to the dressing room, kept the oversized drink bottle because refusing sponsor products on camera looked bad, and gave one short wave to all four stands before heading straight back to the tunnel amid steady applause that followed him all the way.
Mixed Zone Interview - Pitch-Side (Sky Sport Italia & DAZN)
The mixed zone was a controlled chaos of microphones and cameras lining the tunnel wall, ers standing three deep behind metal barriers with their credentials hanging from lanyards, and Demien walked through slowly with a towel draped over his neck and his kit bag slung over one shoulder.
Three ers thrust microphones forward in quick succession, their questions overlapping slightly in the way that always happened when everyone wanted the first soundbite.
er 1 (Sky Sport Italia, middle-aged man with grey hair):
"Demien, extraordinary performance today—two goals, three assists, man of the match. How does it feel to dominate like that at home in Serie A?"
Demien paused, wiping sweat from his forehead with the towel, his breathing still slightly elevated from the ninety minutes.
"It feels great for the team," he replied in English, his accent clear but his words measured. "We controlled everything from the start, stuck to the coach’s plan, and punished every mistake they made. Happy to contribute, but it’s about the three points and keeping momentum."
er 2 (DAZN, younger woman with sharp eyes):
"This is your third man of the match award in four games this season—you’re being compared to players like Bellingham and Pedri already. Do you feel like you’re playing at that elite level, or is it the system that’s making you look so good?"
Demien shook his head slightly, a modest smile appearing for the first time.
"No, I’m not at that level yet. Those players you mentioned have done it for years at the highest level—Champions League, international football. I’m just trying to work hard in training and execute what the coach asks. The system helps everyone because we have quality players in every position, and when everyone does their job it makes my job easier. I’m learning every match."
He paused, then added with genuine warmth: "The only person I really want to thank is my mum. She’s the one who got me through the tough days when things weren’t working. This performance is for her."
er 3 (Local Bergamo outlet, older man with notebook):
"The locker room atmosphere must be incredible after a five-nil victory like this. How has this squad gelled so quickly? You’ve only been here a few months but you seem like you’ve been playing together for years."
Demien nodded, his expression shifting to something more genuine as he thought about his teammates.
"Best dressing room I’ve ever been in, honestly. Everyone fights for each other from the first minute to the last—defenders, midfielders, attackers, it doesn’t matter. There’s no egos, no cliques, just quality players who want to win together. After a performance like today, the atmosphere is all laughs and energy, and that’s why we can play with confidence every week."
er 1 (Follow-up):
"That free-kick goal in the seventy-fifth minute—can you talk us through what you were seeing? The technique was world-class."
"The wall jumped early," Demien explained, his tone matter-of-fact. "I saw them go up too soon, which meant I just had to get it over them with enough dip to bring it back down. Carnesecchi set up slightly right, so I aimed far post where he’d have the most ground to cover. Sometimes the technique works, sometimes it doesn’t—today it worked."
er 2 (Follow-up):
"Five goal involvements at eighteen years old in a Serie A match. Are you surprised by your own performances, or did you expect this level from yourself?"
Demien considered the question for a moment, his face serious.
"I expect to work hard and improve every week. The results are a bonus. I’m not satisfied yet because there’s still so much to learn—tactical positioning, decision-making under pressure, consistency over a full season. Today was good, but next week is a new challenge and I have to prove myself again."
He gave a quick thumbs-up to signal he was done, and the ers thanked him as he walked on, the questions trailing off as he disappeared deeper into the tunnel toward the dressing room.