Without slowing down, Lucien burst onto the scene.
The Madrid supporters paled at the sight of Lucien and their brows knitted. On the other hand, the opposing supporter's eyes lit with excitement.
"Shit!" Hiro gasped at the sight.
He had miscalculated.
Even though the gravity of his error weighed down on him, Hiro rushed back to defend. The others around him were retreating steadily as well.
Lucien cut through their defense like sharp scissors cutting through paper. With nimble footwork and deceptive feints, he marched ahead.
The Madrid defense fell before him one by one like pieces of dominoes.
Soon enough, Lucien found himself before the goal. Like a sentinel guarding the door, Oblak stood before the goal, exuding a commanding presence that evokes fear. Even the post appeared to shrink under his presence.
Now, if Lucien could get through his vigilant gaze, he could give their team the desired lead. However, getting through was anything but easy.
