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Irritated by the thoughts running in his mind, Bruno darted his eyes to the bench. There he found Cristiano preparing to enter.

‘I’m not going to let you steal the limelight again,’ Bruno gritted his teeth.

“Here!” Bruno shouted, making himself available.

Endo’s eyes gleamed with excitement. Though he had been brushed past, he could tell that his provocation had worked.

It was the first time, Bruno had forced his way out of him.

“About time,” Hiro muttered before initiating his next step.

Seeing Bruno brushing past Endo, Hiro could tell he would try to force his way to the goal. However, that didn’t mean that things were done.

After all, Bruno wasn’t any ordinary player. Even if provoked, he wouldn’t easily give the ball away. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have become the core player for a team like Manchester United. While Endo chased after Bruno, Hiro’s eyes rolled vigorously, searching for every possible route available. Like an eagle watching the surface from above, Hiro could vividly see the position of every player on the field.

It was like he had transcended to a higher realm.

Making use of his skill “Hawk Eye”, Hiro felt omnipotent. In that instant, Hiro was the player while the others were chess pieces on a chessboard.

Upon identifying a few routes, Hiro began moving.

Until now, he had remained still. Hence, the movement of the marker around him was also limited. But the moment Hiro started moving, the opposing players around him were sent into a frenzy.

They had a look that spelled, “What now?”

However, their coach had instructed them to track him. Hence, despite their team going on an offense, they couldn’t participate.

Palhinha, the one appointed to mark Hiro, immediately began to chase after him. But he stopped almost immediately after noticing Yamada.

He figured that it wouldn’t be wise to leave his position. Like before, Yamada could exploit the open space if he left it vacant.

Hence, he opted to protect the midfield rather than chase Hiro.

With Bruno and Silva charging up front, the midfield was vacant. So if he left as well, it’d spell trouble for them once Japan counterattacks.

They had already faced this kind of situation once and he didn’t want to face it again.

Everything was well within Hiro’s expectations. The moment he had analyzed the field, he had expected it. So, he couldn’t help but feel glad about the outcome.

Now, all that was left was for him to execute his plan. Curling his lips slightly, Hiro retreated. Immediately after collecting the ball, Bruno played it to the flanks. There Felix awaited the ball. The pass was on point and he easily collected the ball.

However, he couldn’t advance deeper into the box. The path ahead was already blocked.

Despite that Felix tried to force his way inside. However, he only wasted time as he failed to shake the Japanese defenders.

Persistent and determined, they stuck to him like his shadow, never leaving him alone.

Unable to get past the Japanese defenders left a bitter taste in Felix’s mouth. But he couldn’t afford to dwell further on this matter. The more Felix wasted time, the more slimmer their chances would get.

Furrowing his brows, Felix searched for his teammates to pass the ball.

Almost immediately, he located Bernardo Silva, rushing to his aid. The sight of Bernardo relieved him. Finally, he could get away from their encampment.

Feeling relieved and ecstatic, he tossed the ball to Bernardo before rushing inside.

Bernardo quickly played the ball to Bruno. By now, Felix had made himself available. He was wide open. If only Bruno tossed the ball to him, he could give their team the lead.

‘Yes, now, pass me the ball.’ Felix’s eyes gleamed with excitement while his heart thumped.

However, the excitement on his face was short-lived. Felix’s expression sank as he noticed Bruno preparing to shoot.

‘You idiot!’ He cried out, his eyes becoming erratic.

Felix had been expecting a pass. So, when Bruno’s actions contrasted with his expectations, he couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

Although the outcome might have contrasted with Felix’s expectations, it greatly aligned with Hiro’s expectations. He had been waiting for Bruno to take this shot.

So, the Hiro who had seemingly vanished from the field until a moment ago, suddenly emerged behind Bruno. Performing a sliding tackle, Hiro tipped the ball.

The ball then rolled to Hiroki Ito, who then immediately sent it flying.

The crowd let out a collective gasp. It was the second time, Hiro had made such a crucial tackle. The Japanese supporters were overjoyed, their eyes gleaming with excitement, their hearts pumping to an unprecedented level.

They could palpably feel the energy pulsating in the air.

They knew that it was their moment to attack. They knew that the momentum had shifted to their side. So, they became extremely excited at the outcome.

Meanwhile, on the field, Felix let out a loud frustrated roar. Stomping his feet, he yelled, “PASS!”

Immediately after, Japan began its counterattack. The Japanese players clad in blue sprinted forward at a threatening pace, their jerseys billowing freely with the air.

Hiro had played his part. However, the act hadn’t ended yet.

The ball was played to Kubo, who was a little deeper onto their side. He easily collected the ball and began to advance. Taking advantage of the momentum of the ball, he steadily rushed

forward.

Several opposing players chased him.

It was like he had snatched the prey from the hyena’s mouth. Those hungry hyenas chased after him, threatening to tear him apart.

But rather than feeling pressed, he felt exhilarated for some reason.

After venturing a little deeper into the opposing side, he flicked the ball inside the box. With adequate power and precision, he crossed the ball in a way that it would fall right before Doan who was already charging inside.

Now, it was all up to Doan to convert that cross.

Sensing the incoming cross, Doan, prepared to head the ball. The opposing defender was freewebnøvel.coɱ

trying to pull him down, grabbing his shirt.

But rather than being pulled down, he overpowered him and flawlessly headed the ball.