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Without slowing down, Lucien burst onto the scene.

The Madrid supporters paled at the sight of Lucien and their brows knitted. On the other hand, the opposing supporter’s eyes lit with excitement.

“Shit!” Hiro gasped at the sight.

He had miscalculated.

Even though the gravity of his error weighed down on him, Hiro rushed back to defend. The others around him were retreating steadily as well.

Lucien cut through their defense like sharp scissors cutting through paper. With nimble footwork and deceptive feints, he marched ahead.

The Madrid defense fell before him one by one like pieces of dominoes.

Soon enough, Lucien found himself before the goal. Like a sentinel guarding the door, Oblak stood before the goal, exuding a commanding presence that evokes fear. Even the post appeared to shrink under his presence.

Now, if Lucien could get through his vigilant gaze, he could give their team the desired lead. However, getting through was anything but easy.

He rolled his pupils vigorously in search of an opening.

In an instant, he scanned the entire post.

‘Top corner? No, bottom.’ Lucien weighed his options. Though he had found some openings, he still had to look for the most optimal ones.

He didn’t want to depend on luck.

Before shooting, he had to make sure. Hence, he searched for his options before shooting. However, he was aware of the passing time.

Too much delay would shrink his options even more.

The more time he took, the more the opposition would close down on him.

The crowd stood still, awaiting his action. Before he took his shot, an eerie silence fell upon the stadium. The crowd gasped at the sight.

The ball soared, cutting through the air.

The ball curled, making a curve to the top left corner. Oblak, having stepped forward to defend, dived with his arms outstretched.

The ball, however, was rather elusive as it evaded the reach of Oblak.

Oblak’s heart sank at the realization. Even mid-air, he could tell he had missed the ball. His expression changed drastically upon the realization.

Yet still, a little hope remained.

But the next moment, as he fell with a thud on the ground, the stadium burst with cheers. The stadium’s energy became electrifying, and the atmosphere became bustling.

GOAL!

The cheers resounded throughout the venue, and a wave of euphoria washed over the crowd. The stadium shook with excitement.

Once again, PSG took the lead.

The faces of Madrid supporters and players paled. Disappointment loomed over their heads like looming black clouds. With their heads dropped in shame and disappointment, the players of Madrid stood still like defeated soldiers on the battlefield.

On the other hand, the atmosphere was entirely different on the opposing side.

With bright smiles etched on their faces and sparkling eyes, the opposition celebrated. They paraded around the field. Especially, Lucien, who scored the goal, was showered with praise.

The people in the stadium sang his praises.

The celebration lasted for a while.

On his way to his position, Lucien walked past Hiro. His face was beaming with elation. Fixing his golden-brown hair, he whispered, “Thanks for the assist. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”

Though Hiro heard him clearly, Hiro didn’t react. He stood there in silence without even looking at him.

However, the thing he said still bugged him.

‘What does he mean? How did I even help him? Is he just teasing me?’ Hiro couldn’t help but ponder over his words.

He started recalling the events leading to the goal. However, apart from the miscalculation, he couldn’t find much. Even the miscalculation couldn’t be blamed.

So, what did he mean?

Is he just having fun?

Though Hiro couldn’t find much, he still couldn’t stop this unsettling feeling.

With this, the score was now 2-1.

For the rest of the first half, the game didn’t witness a change. The score remained untouched, and the first half ended with PSG in the lead.

Many couldn’t help but feel anxious about the outcome of the first half.

“The game is getting progressively harder. Will we even be able to recover from this?”

“Diego, you have to do something about it.”

“Just what are others even doing? Hiro has been working his ass off the entire time. How can they let the youngest carry all the burden?”

“JUST QUIT SLACKING OFF!”

The first half’s results left the Madrid supporters visibly frustrated and disappointed, and many frustrated and worried rants could be heard in the stands.

The murmurs of frustration grew louder as they walked out of the stands.

The atmosphere inside the locker room was equally tense. A heavy stillness floated in the room as the players remained silent.

Reflecting on their actions, they sat with their brows knitted. The reference version of this chapter is on *.

Hiro still couldn’t help but feel bothered by Lucien’s words. Hence, he couldn’t care less about the atmosphere of the room. He wasn’t affected in the least.

However, the same couldn’t be said for Diego.

Just as he stepped inside the locker room, the pressure weighed down on him. Sweeping his gaze around, he frowned at the sight.

He knew the players were trying their best.

He couldn’t even complain about their lack of effort.

Hesitant, he still had to admit that the other side was just better in this match.

Even so, he couldn’t blurt it out carelessly. Otherwise, it would demoralize the players.

However, he couldn’t leave them in this state either. It was his time to step up. He had to do something about this situation. He had to come up with something to cheer them up. He can’t let them return in this state.

Hence, he stepped forward to speak.

Clap!

Once he stepped forward, he clasped his hands to draw their attention. The silence in the room broke, and the eyes of the players darted to him.

Standing at the center of the room, he began to speak.

His words rang like thunder, piquing the attention of the players. Then, as he began his speech, it felt like droplets of rain in the desert, sparking their hopes.