Return to European Competition (2) [Just Believe in Ban Yeager.]
Is your faith shaking? Cut off those overseas soccer communities!
Rotated the squad and losing? Sub in Ban Yeager!
Tough opponent? Start Ban Yeager!
Still anxious? Just believe in Ban Yeager!
Know clearly what you can and can't do.
Please stop with the excuses and just do it! Just shout it: 'Ban Yeager, save us!'
Ban Yeager douses Aston Villa's joy from their opener with an immediate equalizer.
Before Aston Villa can even regroup, Ban Yeager whips in a fantastic cross, and Kai Rooney heads home the reversal goal.
Manchester United fully seizes control of the stadium atmosphere.
Like every team facing Manchester United, Aston Villa assigns a specialist marker to Ban Yeager.
That job falls to Aston Villa's defensive midfielder, Amadou Onana.
At a towering 196cm, he's got the defensive chops to play center-back.
With his monstrous physique, he aims to smother Ban Yeager.
It's a clean admission that no one can match Ban Yeager's technique—pure physicality it is.
Villa fans expect results, especially since that massive frame clocks 36.6 km/h.
"..."
Amadou Onana trails blankly after Ban Yeager, who ghosts into energy-saving stroll mode right after his two goals. Even Villa fans can't help but burst out laughing.
[Ban Yeager starts conserving energy the moment his marker sticks on! The secret to his consistent form despite insane minutes and near-full games every match! But no team has ever cracked it, even knowing!!!]
Ban Yeager, central to Manchester United's two goals, doesn't resist his marker—he embraces it.
More than that, he acts like he's inviting the marker to join him for a rest and watch the game.
It plants doubt in the markers' minds: Is this right?
And in that split-second gap...
Paang!!—
With the whole Aston Villa squad fixated on Ban Yeager—not just his marker—Mark Bernal casually turns and unleashes a sudden long ball.
'Too long.'
At that power, the keeper could come claim it easily.
Thwung—
"Huh...?!"
But Ban Yeager nicks it first.
'Number 10...'
Iyaaaaah!!—
'When the hell did he get there...'
Aston Villa players raise their hands in disbelief, but no offside flag goes up despite desperate appeals.
"Aah..."
The goal stands—3:1.
As Ban Yeager's celebration unfolds, the 45th minute ticks over, ending the half.
Aston Villa kicks off, but the ref blows full time without added time.
"Haa..."
Exhaustion drains their bodies.
Halftime restarts with Manchester United's kickoff.
└FA Cup final last season: 38.5 km/h confirmed
└????????????
└Wtf PL elite speed??
└Yeah lmao his tech overshadows it but he's sneaky physical
└178cm gives insane deceleration too lmao
└178 ain't small tho?
└Speed tests are max accel—tall guys usually top it
└Yeah that's why CBs like Botman/Walker/Pandey hit PL top speeds
└Oh Yeager's physical carry lmao
└No wonder he felt more Mbappé-like at Real
└He's a CAM not even wing/ST lmao
└TBH could drop to DM later no prob
└A lazy bum as DM? Lmao
└Pair with a hard worker and yeah—he did Pirlo role once last season
└True lmao
└Forgot he's 18 lmao
└No injuries? 10+ years easy
└Fr whoa 10yrs later still 2013 baby whoa
└28 lmao 2013 born is forever 2013 baby
At halftime, with two goals and an assist already, Ban Yeager's locker room vibe is perfect—Manchester United leads 3:1 thanks to his brilliance.
The starting XI knows exactly their roles.
Plus, when short on talent, lean on the freakish genius Ban Yeager—no pressure, just play free.
Kai Rooney benefits most.
Mainly a right winger, he's shifted to striker sans Lucas Cruydt—and thriving in Premier League tempo, maybe even better for it.
Syncing with Ban Yeager naturally elevated him.
Son of legend Wayne Rooney, raised in elite environments, heir to top talent—he's always seen himself as the best. No need to force humility.
Even post-teaming with Ban Yeager, same story.
He just learned to rely on teammates.
'Just find good positions... chances will come.'
Positioning and finishing skyrocket.
Other skills? Plenty of time—he's young.
Right now, nail the essentials for a forward.
While Kai Rooney surges, Ban Yeager's usual strike partner and best friend, Lucas Cruydt, grows anxious on the sidelines.
'Can my talent really hold the spot next to Yeager...'
Injured and sidelined, the striker's ego fades—timid human Lucas Cruydt takes over.