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On the pitch, Hiro pushed himself up. He wiped the dirt off his face and looked at the sidelines. He could see the departing figure of Diego. He could see the chaos unfolding on the pitch.

‘Things got more complicated than they should have been,’ he thought as he followed the departing figure of Diego.

Before leaving the pitch, Diego turned around to look at him.

Though he had a rather infuriated expression, upon meeting his gaze, he became solemn. The fire in his eyes died as if they were hinting at something.

It was as if he was saying, “I leave the rest to you”.

No words were exchanged between the two, but Hiro understood the assignment.

He nodded before Diego turned around to leave.

As he averted his gaze, he noticed Vittorio viciously staring at him. Even though he had fouled him, there wasn’t even a shred of concern or guilt in his eyes. Instead, he looked even more proud than ever.

Grinning, he moved his lips.

His eyes flashed with cold intent as he whispered something inaudible.

Though he couldn’t hear what he mumbled, Hiro could tell what he said.

“Watch out!”

Hiro could tell he was provoking him. He was attempting to get inside his head. But he couldn’t bother about his provocation.

“Seems like you’ve got one nasty stalker on your back,” Alvarez said, walking close to him. He was on the sidelines assisting his team to prevent the situation from escalating.

Hiro didn’t utter a single word. Instead, he looked at the post.

“You’re alright?” Alvarez asked.

Though Hiro seemed fine from the outside, the tackle was rather rough. Hence, he couldn’t help but feel concerned about him.

Hiro nodded before continuing his observation.

The set piece spot was about 30 yards away from the post. If he compared it with the set-pieces he had taken before, this distance wasn’t that long.

However, the one guarding the post was Donnarumma, who had exceptional reflexes and impressive reach.

This season, he boasted an impressive figure in defensive duties. He had been so phenomenal that, despite being a keeper, his name was mentioned in the Ballon d’Or.

Well, considering someone labelled as the next Buffon, those figures weren’t something out of expectations.

Exuding an aura of dominance and sharpness, he stood between the poles, barking orders at his teammates. He had been exceptional in this match. But now, as the game drew closer to an end, he became even sharper.

For a moment, it even felt like he was growing with the game.

Like a grandmaster in chess, Hiro calculated his next moves. He scrutinized the post and possible paths he could take.

The more he looked at the post, the tinier it appeared.

Even the possible paths he could see were narrow and few. However, it didn’t discourage him. Instead, it fueled his determination further.

Julian wanted to say something. He wanted to discuss their tactics. But looking at Hiro, he couldn’t bring himself to speak. Hiro looked absorbed in the thoughts of scoring. He looked like he was calculating something.

Perhaps, he was conjuring methods to score.

He was familiar with him, and he knew what those reactions meant. Hence, he didn’t speak and left him undisturbed.

Before long, a wall of players was erected before him. Hiro stood behind the ball, exuding an aura of calmness. His eyes, sharp and focused, stared at the ball.

The opponents looked rather anxious and restless. Some of their eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

“Will he attempt the goal or will he pass?”

The audience and the commentators were both speculating about Hiro’s intention as he prepared to take the spot kick.

It was clear that he was the one taking the shot.

However, whether he planned to pass or shoot remained unclear. Hiro’s records showed that he could go both ways. Hence, it made it rather difficult to predict.

Even the opponents were at their wits’ end.

Hiro lifted his head, and a cold glint flashed past his eyes as he exhaled deeply. Then he advanced to the ball. The ground beneath trembled with his every step.

Tension coiled in his muscles like a compressed string.

Boom!

The ball soared as he struck it. The grass underneath was sent flying, and it produced a distinct sound upon contact.

Like a fired missile, the ball soared above the heads of the players.

The wall of players leapt, attempting to block the shot. However, the ball remained elusive. It avoided the reach of the players and soared straight to the post.

Donnarumma, with his vision limited, had to rely on his instincts. Hence, he found it even more challenging to guess the direction of the ball.

Nonetheless, he leapt in an attempt to stop the ball.

Considering the angle and distance, he judged Hiro would shoot at the top left corner, which he had left intentionally open. But to his surprise, the ball was shot to the top right corner, the path nearest to him.

This caught him completely off guard.

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Before he could even react, the ball left him behind and crossed the goal line. The net rattled upon the impact.

“GOAL!!!”

The crowd erupted in cheers, their roar descending like thunder. The atmosphere of the stadium became electrifying, and the stadium came to life.

The banners and flags of red and white billowed, while the supporters clad in red-and-white shot from their seats in jubilation. The sounds of the cheers travelled far and wide, shaking the stadium to its core.

For the first time, Atletico had taken the lead.

The timing of the goal couldn’t have been more important. With the match nearing the end, it could determine the fate of the game.

The fans were aware of the importance of this crucial goal.

Moreover, Hiro completed his hat trick with this goal. This moment felt like a fairy tale to many supporters. Some couldn’t hold back their happiness and started crying. These fans had waited decades to witness this moment.

It felt like they were one step closer to achieving their cherished desire.