My Ultimate Gacha System-Chapter 162 - 157: Last Chance

Chapter 162: Chapter 157: Last Chance
At the 88th minute Demien attempted another needle-thread pass toward Zapata’s run, though this time Rrahmani read it perfectly and intercepted with a sliding challenge that sent the ball out for a throw-in.
The Italian defender stayed down briefly holding his ankle from the stretch, though he waved away medical attention and stood slowly while the stadium applauded his defensive effort.
The fourth official raised his board showing five minutes of added time, and the announcement drew contrasting reactions—groans from Napoli fans who wanted the match over, roars from Atalanta supporters who saw more opportunity.
Touchline
Gasperini stood at the edge of his technical area with both hands gesturing frantically forward, and his voice carried nonstop instructions.
"EVERYONE UP! EVERYONE! WE NEED ONE GOAL!"
Spalletti paced nervously while checking his watch repeatedly, and his voice urged his team to maintain discipline though the panic in his tone was audible.
"HOLD YOUR SHAPE! DON’T DIVE IN!"
90’+2’ | The Final Push
At 90’+2 Atalanta won a free kick thirty yards from goal after Olivera fouled Højlund, and the entire team pushed forward as Koopmeiners prepared to deliver.
Demien stood at the edge of the penalty area ready to attack any second ball, and his legs burned with exhaustion though adrenaline kept him moving.
The delivery came in with pace toward the penalty spot and bodies challenged in the air, though Meret came through traffic to punch it clear and the ball fell to Anguissa who immediately launched a counter-attack.
Osimhen sprinted forward as Napoli broke three-versus-two, though Djimsiti recovered with desperate speed and made a crucial tackle that sent the ball out for a Napoli throw-in deep in Atalanta territory.
Commentary Booth
"Napoli nearly killed the game there!" Bergomi said. "If Osimhen gets that ball with only Musso to beat it’s four-two and finished!"
The throw-in was taken quickly and Napoli held possession in the corner, wasting precious seconds as Atalanta pressed frantically to win it back.
At 90’+4 the referee finally awarded Atalanta a throw-in near halfway after the ball went out off Di Lorenzo, and Hateboer took it quickly toward Demien who had checked short.
He controlled it and immediately switched it long toward Zapata who challenged Kim Min-jae in the air, though the Korean defender headed clear and the ball was launched upfield one final time.
90’+5’ | Full Time
The referee checked his watch as the ball rolled toward the corner flag where Osimhen shielded it from Tolói, and when the Nigerian striker went down under minimal contact the referee’s whistle blew—not for a foul but for full time.
FWEEEEEEEEET
FULL TIME: NAPOLI 3-2 ATALANTA
The reaction split the stadium perfectly—fifty-three thousand Napoli fans erupted in relieved celebration while two thousand Atalanta supporters collapsed into their seats in devastation.
Napoli players fell to their knees or raised their arms in triumph, celebrating like they’d won a cup final rather than a league match, because the final twenty minutes had genuinely threatened their perfect start to the season.
Atalanta players sank to the turf in exhaustion and frustration—so close to salvaging a point, so many chances created, and yet the deficit proved too large to overcome.
Demien stood near the center circle with hands on his hips breathing hard, and his shirt was soaked through while his legs felt like concrete, though his mind processed the match with clarity.
Commentary Booth
"Napoli survive!" Caressa said. "But what a second half from Atalanta! They threw everything at them and nearly completed the comeback!"
"Walter’s transformation was extraordinary," Bergomi added. "Invisible for seventy minutes, then completely dominated the final twenty. Two goals, both started by his movement and passing. Gasperini will be furious they didn’t get a point but proud of how his team responded."
Post-Match
The giant screens around the stadium displayed the final statistics:
MATCH STATISTICS
Possession:
Napoli 54% - 46% Atalanta
Shots:
Napoli 15 - 18 Atalanta
Shots on Target:
Napoli 8 - 11 Atalanta
Corners:
Napoli 4 - 9 Atalanta
Pass Accuracy:
Napoli 87% - 81% Atalanta
INDIVIDUAL RATINGS
Napoli:
Alex Meret - 7.2
Kim Min-jae - 8.0
André-Frank Zambo Anguissa - 7.0
Khvicha Kvaratskhelia - 7.5
Victor Osimhen - 7.5
Atalanta:
Juan Musso - 6.5
Marten de Roon - 7.0
Teun Koopmeiners - 7.0
Ademola Lookman - 7.5 (1 goal)
Duván Zapata - 7.5 (1 goal)
Demien Walter - 7.5
(2 key passes)
Demien walked slowly toward the away section where Atalanta’s traveling supporters still stood chanting, and he raised one hand in acknowledgment before turning toward the tunnel.
His legs felt heavy and his body ached, though his mind processed everything with cold clarity—the first seventy minutes of struggle, the tactical adjustment, the final twenty minutes of dominance that almost salvaged a result.
The system activated quietly in his peripheral vision:
「MISSION COMPLETE: Napoli Away Challenge」
「Objective: Achieve 7.5+ Match Rating」
「Result: 7.5 Rating ✓」
「Objective: Make an Impact」
「Result: t, 2 Key Passes, Tactical Breakthrough ✓」
「MISSION REWARDS:」
「Training Points: +100 TP」
「Match Points: +50 MP」
「Special Points: +2 SP」
「Current Balance: 228 TP | 2 SP | 79 MP」
Demien dismissed the panel with a thought as he reached the away dressing room entrance, and he pushed through the door where his teammates were already beginning to strip off their kits in exhausted silence.
Away Dressing Room
10:55 PM
The atmosphere inside was heavy with frustration mixed with exhaustion as players collapsed onto benches or leaned against walls, and nobody spoke while they pulled off boots and shin guards with mechanical movements.
Demien found his designated spot between Lookman and Mæhle and sat down slowly, his legs burning with accumulated fatigue from ninety minutes of running, and his shirt clung to his skin soaked completely through with sweat.
Around the room bodies showed the same exhaustion—Zapata lying flat on his back staring at the ceiling, Koopmeiners sitting with his head in his hands, Højlund drinking from a water bottle with his eyes closed.
The door opened after two minutes and Gasperini entered with his assistant trailing behind, and the manager’s face was calm though his jaw was tight as he moved to the center of the room.
"Listen," he began, and his voice carried authority without anger. "We lost. Three-two. That’s the result and we have to accept it."
He looked around at the faces watching him.
"But the second half showed character. We fought back from three-nil down. We created chances. We made them panic." His eyes found several players individually. "That’s what I want to see—the mentality to never give up even when the situation looks impossible."
Gasperini paused and his expression hardened slightly.
"The first half cost us. Simple mistakes in midfield, poor defensive positioning, losing concentration at crucial moments. Against teams like Napoli you cannot afford those errors because they punish you immediately."
He gestured toward the tactical board mounted on the wall though he didn’t walk to it.
"We learn from this. We recover properly, we analyze what went wrong, and we prepare for the next match smarter and stronger." His voice rose slightly. "This is Serie A. Every match is a battle. Tonight we lost the battle but not the war."
Gasperini clapped once.
"Showers. Bus leaves in thirty minutes. Get your rest tonight because tomorrow we start again."
The manager turned and left without waiting for responses, and the door closed behind him with a soft click that seemed loud in the quiet room.
Players began moving slowly toward the showers as conversations started in low voices, and Demien stood stiffly before pulling his phone from his bag to check notifications he’d ignored all evening.
Several messages from his mother appeared first—supportive words sent during the match that he’d read later—but what caught his attention was an email from Atalanta’s travel coordinator with the subject line:
ENGLAND U21 TRAVEL ARRANGEMENTS
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He opened it and read quickly: