"Play well."
Before they parted, Ma'el extended his right hand for a high-five and said expectantly, "I'm waiting for your assist. Although the volley won't work, I've got the ball stopping."
"Okay!" Alexander Song winked at Ma'el and clenched his fist.
......
"Boom!"
In the 68th minute, center-back Vermaelen sent a long pass towards the left side, hitting the target with great precision.
Ma'el positioned himself back-to-back with Danny Simpson, tugging lightly at his jersey, not exerting force, just to feel the opponent's movements and prevent an unexpected advance for a header clearance.
Danny Simpson awkwardly nudged back and forth, but every time he moved, Ma'el adjusted his body posture to keep him positioned behind him.
This was extremely uncomfortable.
His cheeks burned hotly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and deep helplessness.
"Pa." The football landed precisely on Ma'el's right instep, which he controlled steadily, seeking an opportunity to turn.
