"Come on, stupid ball! Just get in!" Fabian prayed inwardly as he had just sent a curve ball to the opponent's goal. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, and yet, the winger couldn't care less about it right now as his attention was fully on the ball. "YES! Come on!"
It didn't take a second for him to find out the result here. The curl he sent with his right foot flew so accurately to the top bins, and even though the opponent tried to jump, it was still far from his reach, resulting in the ball slipping through his fingers.
Thud!
It was slotted perfectly into the back of the net, and for a moment, silence followed the whole stadium before cheers erupted from all over the direction.
"OH! What a goal! It sure has to be Fabian!"
"I mean, could you see that movement before taking the shot?! That composure?! He is definitely an elite winger!"
"Hey, don't forget that Japanese boy! He takes action again!"
