My heart was pounding after the play my eyes just saw. Just as I observed, the opposing team positioned themselves again on the line of 5, waiting for the goal kick.
The signal was given and the goalkeeper kicked the ball forward, I positioned myself between the defenders and noticed them both approaching. My height wasn't that high, but my drive was decent.
With a glance, I ordered the attacker next to me to run as soon as I touched the ball. And so it was done, the defenders only paid attention to the ball, giving me an opportunity to break away from the marking and run forward.
I jumped, and with the back of my head I made a small touch, making the ball go behind the defense and the attacker next to me could compete for it more easily.
The ball fell precisely to his foot and his control was perfect. The players, not just on my team, were all very skilled.
In this little time of playing, I can say that they have the skills of prodigious players.
As soon as my teammate controlled the ball, I ran behind my marker and ran diagonally, waiting to receive a vertical pass through the middle of the defense.
My teammate made the pass, but the opposing team's defender intercepted the pass with a cart and started a counterattack.
"Go back, don't let them advance!"
I shouted, and as soon as my voice echoed, my players quickly returned to their positions and formed compact lines in the midfield.
The team in red touched the ball, but this time, without long throws. My full-backs were attentive to the wingers' movements and would not allow plays like that to happen again.
With possession, but without objectivity, the opposing players continued to turn the ball over with sideways passes.
"Advance, but carefully. Mark medium and pay attention to long balls!"
Following my instructions, the players climbed the midfield lines and began scoring passes closer and closer. When the ball was played to an opposing defender, my team didn't advance, but when a midfielder touched it there was always someone putting pressure on him, not letting him breathe and forcing him to touch the ball more quickly.
Thanks to the marking, it didn't take long for one of our "destructive" midfielders to share the ball and regain possession.
"Here!"
The opposing marking was getting tighter and tighter, so I ran to the left side and positioned myself as a winger. I pointed with both arms at my feet, asking for a pass and watching the movement of the defender next to me, who was approaching.
I used my body to prevent him from approaching, I moved forward and in this way I covered his vision so that he could not completely see the ball's trajectory.
The ball was played to our left back and he touched the ball to me first and low. I ran forward and, with a feint, spread my legs as I ran along the side of my marker.
Without seeing where the ball came from, my marker just desperately followed me. The ball continued traveling down the side of the field and was now in my possession, my eyes were fixed on the opponent's goal and my body automatically positioned itself for a shot. However, before I could touch the ball, the marker from before pulled my shirt and knocked me down, committing a foul.
My breathing was so fast and my concentration was so immersed in the play that I felt like I had just woken up. It was like I was a different person than I was a few seconds ago.
"Hah... I can give you an autograph at the end of the game, dammit."
I looked at the opposing player and pushed him off of me. A whistle sound echoed on the field and the player's figure appeared on the screen above the field.
[Player N-4, Red Team: Yellow Card]
"An opposing defender with a yellow card... we can use that to our advantage."
I thought, as the ball was returned and positioned at the spot where the foul was committed.
"It's a little far away..."
"My finishes from that distance during the first exercise didn't have much use."
I looked at my teammates and ordered the player with the best finishing attribute to take the free kick.
The midfielder approached and positioned himself in front of the ball, waiting for the signal given by the system. I distanced myself from the place and stayed a little behind to avoid any counterattack.
Silence took over the place, everyone was still and only moved when the sound of the whistle echoed.
My teammate ran towards the ball and kicked it with strength and precision, a curve was made avoiding the jump from the barrier and heading towards the right side of the opposing goalkeeper.
The goalkeeper reached out and palmed the ball, the sound of his glove hitting the ball could be heard across the field. Due to the strength of the shot, the ball touched the post and slowly rose to the middle of the small area.
My players crowded together with the opposing defenders and waited for the ball to fall. They both jumped at the same time and the ball was headed out of the box.
Without anyone noticing, I, who was waiting for a counterattack, ran forward and positioned myself where the ball would land.
The best option was to dominate the ball and take advantage of the large number of players in the area to cross, but my attacking instincts were telling me to do something else.
My chest was burning, my blood was boiling and in my thoughts only one thing was predominant: Goal.
As soon as the ball fell, I hit it perfectly with the top of my foot. It didn't make a turn and it didn't have any effect. It was a clean, normal kick, but with enormous power and precision.
The goalkeeper jumped, but the ball went in so quickly that he couldn't reach it. The system echoed and the scoreboard had finally been opened.
[GOOOOOOOOOL!]
[Player N-11, Captain, Blue Team: Goal]
[Team Blue 1x0 Team Red]
Ding!
[Chemistry Card unlocked]:
[Sniper]