01x08 - The Formula of a Goal

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Match ended in a draw, with Team Y's
Niko scoring the equalizer against Team W.

As a result, Team Z is now in third place.

And the only match left
in Building is our final game.

If we draw, we won't advance,
due to our worse goal difference.

So, in short, we need to win to survive.

That's all there is to it.

Hey, Kuon's listening in on this.

Should I k*ll him?

I don't think anyone would
make deals with him now, anyway.

But man, it's a miracle
Team Y came away with a draw.

Come to think of it, was Niko even
the type to take on sh*ts himself?

He got inspired by a certain someone.

So for some, losing makes them stronger.

Anyway, let's move on
to the key players of our final opponent,

Team V.

This trio has scored
goals in three games,

thanks to their
stupidly good attacking skills.

Zantetsu Tsurugi, five goals.

Reo Mikage, six goals.

And their team's top scorer,
Seishiro Nagi, seven goals.

If we don't stop
from them scoring, we can't win.

So you can't win unless you try this hard?

Being weak sounds like a hassle.

Seishiro Nagi...

He gets on my nerves.

I will win!

Hey, Nagi.

You left practice early today.

Yeah, I couldn't be bothered.

You know something?

If you skip practice too often,

the lactic acid in your knees
will become a burst of bad glucosamine.

Did I get that right?

Sounded like it.

Silly Zantetsu.
Nagi doesn't need to practice.

Reo, you're always spoiling Nagi.

Of course.

After all, he's...

my treasure, you know?

My life was a total bore.

Reo.

You were born to surpass me.

Everything in this world
exists solely for you.

Oh, honey, stop.

Reo, is there anything you want?

I'm bored.

This is no fun.

I could have anything I wanted.

Top of the class again?
Reo, I'm so proud of you!

But there was nothing I wanted.

What are you talking about?

If I could get it easily,
it wasn't worth having.

I wanted a treasure
that would be mine and mine alone...

This is it.

I want this!

No way. Forget it.

But why?

You told me
I could have whatever I wanted.

You are my successor.

And out of all the kids who play soccer,

only a chosen few get to go pro.

There's no way
you'll make it, starting so late.

He's right, Reo.
Become a top businessman instead.

I'm telling you this for your own sake.

Nothing these people have given me...

has been what I wanted.

I will make this school national champion.

That ought to shut them up.

Then, I'll aim for the World Cup.

But this is a prestigious prep school,
so our soccer team is super weak.

What am I going to do?
I don't want to give up.

Damn it all.

Oh, sorry...

Wow! Nice control!

Huh. Guess I didn't die.

Wait! You're amazing!
You on the soccer team?

I d*ed.

But, like, who are you?
Want to play soccer with me?

Oh, you're that rich guy's son.

-Can I have some money?
-What?

I don't want to play soccer
and I've never played sports before.

I just want to chill
and do nothing for the rest of my life.

Can I have some money?

But I mean, look at that control just now,
and your physique!

You've got serious talent!

Play soccer with me!
If you work hard, you can go pro!

I'd have to work hard at it?

Soccer sounds like a hassle.

I hate things I have to work hard at.

I don't want to work.

Only a chosen few get to go pro.

There's a chosen one right here.

I want him for my own!

I like you!

You don't need to change.

My life was a total bore.

Let's play soccer!

That is, until I found
soccer and Seishiro Nagi.

That's a "Can we win
the next match?" face.

It's a "My tummy hurts!" face.

It's an "I wonder
how granny's doing" face.

Wrong!

The answer is
"What does rain taste like?" face.

How are we meant to get that?

The Wanima brothers'
"What is this face?" game is really tough!

What the heck are you doing?

You guys have to focus! Focus!

An "I'm seriously pissed off" face?

This face is not a quiz question!

Then, let's have a strategy meeting.

Hold on.

I haven't forgiven this guy yet.

You're going to spill the beans
to someone again, ain't you?

Let's start by taking turns punching him!

Great idea, Raichi!

He needs to be punished!

Hey! Quit it!

-You're going to injure him!
-What?

I'm saying we need him
so we can play as an and b*at Team V!

Are you stupid?

No way I'm playing!

Even if Team Z loses, with three goals,
I get to advance as our top scorer.

So the best course of action
for me is to just do nothing.

Yup, I'm going to k*ll him!

I said quit it!

But if I score three goals
in the next match,

I'll be the top scorer
with four goals in total.

Do you still say you won't play?

You think you can score a hat-trick
playing with men against Team V...

I'll do it.

I'll crush you, fair and square.

If you want to try, knock yourself out.

You can't play soccer alone.
I know that better than anyone.

What do you mean?

Shut up.

I've been working really hard

to make my dream
of winning the World Cup a reality.

I can't keep up, Kuon.

You're really overbearing.

Becoming national champs,
being selected to represent Japan...

You're the only one
who's serious about all that.

I can't let it end here.

I don't want to lose
because of my teammates anymore.

Can it, scumbag!

No traitor will ever be
a World Cup winner!

You can say what you like.

Soon, I won't have to look at you anymore.

You bastard!

Hey, hold on.

If the top scorers
are tied on goals, which one advances?

If I remember correctly,
the one with fewer yellow cards.

And if they're tied on that too?

The one who has the higher
Blue Lock ranking will advance.

Hi. It's been a while. Jinpachi Ego here.

If the team loses and your goals
and fair play tally are the same...

then the top-ranked player will survive.

Huh?

See? I'm at the top.

Why? Why's that traitor at the top?

In this first selection,
scoring is the only thing assessed.

And what he did isn't against the rules.

But let me say this, Wataru Kuon...

As a striker, you are the lowest
of the lowest of the low.

Basically, you're all crap.

You might feel you've survived
a life-and-death situation,

but it was by pure luck.

Your play had no value whatsoever.

The world's best striker
must be able to reproduce their goals.

The more dramatic a goal is,
the more impressive it is.

But tons of players
can score those one-off goals.

Why can't they reproduce those goals?

It's because those goals
were nothing but the products of luck.

Besides, a rigged goal
brought about by betrayal

is trash with zero reproducibility.

What you need right now is the formula
to create scoring opportunities.

Analyze how, when,
and under what circumstances

your w*apon helped you to score a goal.

How far away was the goal?

How many defenders were there?

Where did you receive the pass?

What did you feel in that moment?

Internalize every detail,
then reproduce it.

Your positioning, your touch,
your dribbling, your sh**ting...

Devise a formula
that will make you shine the most.

World-famous strikers
have their own formulas for scoring.

You still live in the sea of coincidences.

That won't do.

Understand that you can only evolve
once you've nailed reproducibility!

In a match, you can expect
only irregularities to happen.

Someone who can prove
their own formula on such a b*ttlefield

can become the world's best striker,

who will crank out goals,
one after another.

Don't rely on chance to win.

Win the game because you're meant to!

Anyhow, Kuon, don't do
anything in the next match.

Do something stupid again,
and I'll k*ll you for real.

The "reproducibility" of goals...

So we have to be able to use our weapons

at any given time and with certainty.

It can't be left to chance.

My w*apon is spatial awareness,

but I couldn't do anything alone.

It doesn't feel like
we can win at this rate.

If we don't evolve, we can't win.

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TOP SCORER GOALS

What's up, brainless?

What are you doing here?

TEAM X

Tell me something, Barou.

How can I be more like you?

Hey, come on...

Use your brain, you donkey.

Hold on!

You can score goals all by yourself.

You're the strongest player I've ever met.

I don't want it to end here.
I want to win.

I want to be someone who can do it alone!

Hey, brainless.

That dream-filled, garbage ego of yours...

I'll crush it, right here, right now.

A one-on-one?

I'm no match for him physically.

I'll watch his feet and the ball,
and steal it when I can.

I'll move when he tries to set it up.

There!

But he hasn't gone past me yet.

Huh?

More than meters from the goal,
and he aimed for the top-right corner?

His precision is insane.

See you never, donkey.

Hey, hold on!

One more time! Please!

Come on! Don't tell me you're done!

Who do you think you're talking to?

I am the king!

I won't lose him this time.

I'll stay on him
so he doesn't get a chance to sh**t.

Damn it, he's going to sh**t.

But I can almost reach it...

A feint?

Holy crap. Was he aiming
at exactly the same spot?

You're finished, donkey.

A momentary gap is all he needs
to score a goal from wherever he is.

So this is Shouei Barou...

The formula for scoring.

But wait.

If Barou has a formula for scoring, then...

I'll stop you this time.

Come at me, "King."

I know what you're capable of.

Stop your barking, lowly commoner.

Know your place.

If my hypothesis is correct,
he won't sh**t from this position.

Slightly left-of-center.
About to degrees.

At meters out.

From there, an ultra-fast
bending sh*t to the top-right corner...

That's Barou's guaranteed scoring range!

He won't sh**t yet.

So it's not like
he can score from just anywhere.

Barou gets a ton of goals
because there's an area

where the chances of him
scoring goes up exponentially.

But during a game against opponents,
he can't easily enter that area.

So he makes it possible
with his burst of speed.

That's why he needs
that incredible physique!

By doing everything to get to this area,

Barou reproduces his goals.

That's the trick behind his formula.

Only my eyes can see that!

If I can keep him
out of that area, I can stop him!

Don't get the wrong idea, donkey.

My range is actually...

meters!

He's a monster.

As I thought...

He's amazing!

Thanks, Barou. For teaching me.

I didn't teach you anything.

I just made you realize
that I'm on the field.

That's more than enough
to make a brain-dead donkey like you

quit out of despair, isn't it?

So cool.

Even so, thanks!

Only hours to go until the final match.

ABSOLUTE w*apon

I get how Barou's formula
for goals works now,

but his w*apon isn't the kind I can copy.

My w*apon is spatial awareness.

But by itself,
it's not something that can help me score.

I'll have to find my answer in the game.

Am I scared?

Everything gets determined tomorrow.

My soccer career might end.

If we lose, I'll...

Hey, Isagi.

Tomorrow... we'll have our answer.

Igaguri...

I can't sleep because I'm too scared.

If I don't become a soccer player,
I have to take over the temple.

Blue Lock is my last chance.

I never knew the prospect
of your dream ending could be so scary.

I see.

I'm shaking because I'm scared.

No, you're right.

Huh?

We fight because we're scared.

Fear makes us grow strong.

Isagi...

We're going to win.

We're not done yet.

Due to their sh**ting skills,

our front three
will be Kunigami, Gagamaru, and Chigiri.

The other team's offensive
skills are off the chart,

so we'll drop back all the way
and defend against their att*cks.

And...

We'll aim to score
with a quick counterattack.

With only ten of us,
this is the only practical strategy.

Hey, Kuon, stand in your corner
and be anonymous for minutes.

Don't interfere or try to help us,
you piece of trash.

Touch the ball in any way
and I'll k*ll you.

No need to tell me twice.

I don't want to pick up an injury that
might hamper me in the second selection.

The other team
already knows they're through,

so their guard should be down.

If we take advantage of that,
we can win! We have a chance!

Let's do it!

It's now or never.

Let's go.

Yeah.

Let's win, Team Z!

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

If we don't win, it's all over.

My whole soccer career
depends on this final match!

Hey, Isagi.

If we lose, does that mean

we can't see each other
or play soccer together anymore?

Bachira...

That's way too sad so I'll give it my all.

Yeah. Let's go win this.

Bring it on.

We're the ones who are going to win!

We've studied Team V's offensive patterns.

The initiator of all their att*cks is...

this guy.

BL RANKING: ND

But I can't stop him one-on-one.

Still, his passing
will lead to goals for Team V,

so I won't let him run free in midfield.

Bachira and I will mark him tightly.

Good!

If he can't pass it forward,
then this guy shows up to take it...

This left-footed speedster.

BL RANKING: RD

He tends to score mid-range sh*ts

from a tighter angle
on the right side of the goal.

But that path is completely
blocked by two defenders.

And then...

It's just as we predicted!

BL RANKING: ST

-Igaguri!
-Right!

We can cut it out there!

Yeah!

Pick up the ball, Isagi!

All right!

Now, we counter.

Let's go, Bachira!

Sure! Let's go.

Without disturbing our defensive setup,
we commit only a few to the att*ck.

A strong defense and a quick att*ck...

It's a super-long pass,
instant-k*ll counter!

Go for it, Gagamaru.

Can I reach that?

I'm sure I can.

With my foot...

No, a diving header!

So close!

-But this strategy works.
-Nice sh*t.

Let's try again.

-Oh, yeah!
-One more time!

Oh, man! Now this is interesting!

Hey, Nagi! Let's give that move a try!

Sounds like a hassle.

What?

What's he talking about?

Are they going to copy
our instant k*ll counter?

That's overhit! He misplaced the pass!

He controlled it?

What exactly is this creature?

That was easy.

I don't know why you couldn't do that.

He's a monster...

Blue Lock, Additional Time.

Hey, Reo.
What are the rules of soccer again?

All you need to do is receive
the pass I hit to you and score a goal.

Hey, Nagi.
Which cleats do you want to use?

Can't be bothered
to think about it, so whichever.

This training session's so tiring.

Let's take a break. I'll give you
a piggyback ride, so come here.

My muscles are sore...

Around here?

A little lower.

Must be growing pains.

Coming to practice tomorrow?

Soccer's so troublesome.

I'll come pick you up after class, okay?

What a pain...