Hiro stood before the ball with his gaze fixed ahead.
A wall of players erected before him, tussling and squirming. Their gaze fixed on the ball was filled with horror and concern.
Beside him, Alvarez stood with a stance as if he were the one going to shoot.
This further confused the opposition. The distance from the goal was great. However, those who prepared to take the free kick were excellent set-piece takers.
Neither paled in comparison to the other.
This made it even more difficult to discern.
The crowd held their breath, the buzz around the venue growing weaker.
The venue pulsated with tension.
Hiro inhaled deeply, his shoulder loosening. He narrowed his eyes on the ball before exhaling. The world around him grew silent, and even the slight buzz he had been hearing turned deaf.
Alvarez sped to the ball.
He followed suit.
The opposition braced themselves for the impact, their eyes growing restless.
They stood on their toes preparing to jump.
