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Inside the locker room, Diego watched the goal with elation. Though he couldn’t be there to celebrate the goal in person, he couldn’t care less.

“Goal….” He shouted at the top of his lungs, making celebratory gestures. From deep within, an intense feeling of excitement assaulted him, and he couldn’t contain the excitement within.

He could see the elated faces of his players. There weren’t others to celebrate the goal with. But he couldn’t care less about it.

“You’ve done it again, Hiro… I knew it’d be alright with you there,” He mumbled, his voice shaking with exhilaration.

On the pitch, the celebration was getting even more heated. Hiro’s name echoed throughout the stadium like a war hero who had returned victorious. His teammates swarmed him and patted him affectionately to showcase their appreciation.

Some ruffled his hair while some embraced him.

Hiro couldn’t get out of their entrapment even if he wished.

From dreaming about playing the Champions League to scoring a hat-trick in the final, he found it hard to believe. For a moment, it even felt like a dream.

But he could tell that this wasn’t a dream but a reality.

This burning feeling of jubilation was real.

Smiling, he celebrated the goal with his teammates. He accepted their appreciation with open arms and rallied along with them. He didn’t even refrain from expressing himself.

On the sidelines, Enrique appeared visibly frustrated. He didn’t engage in conversation with others. Instead, wearing a frown, he stood contemplating.

‘This won’t do. We have to make some changes,’ He thought, his brows knitted. Then he proceeded to the bench.

With them falling behind and the match nearing the end, he knew defending was out of the question. Hence, he decided to tweak the formation.

He planned on bringing a striker for a defender.

He turned to look at the fresh faces on the bench. Then he pondered a little before heading towards one of them.

He walked towards one of the tanned-skin individuals with a short afro. With piercing black pearls, a buttoned nose, and a striking appearance, he had a chiseled face. Though hints of frustration could be traced on his face, he looked rather eager.

The eagerness in his eyes was quite obvious.

“Desire, start warming up,” Enrique said with conviction.

Desire looked at Enrique with determined eyes and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

Then he flung onto the sidelines and began to stretch. He had been waiting for this moment. Though he hadn’t been named in the starting eleven, he believed he would get the chance.

Now that his chance had come, he would give his all.

Soon after the celebration ended, the match resumed with the shrill sound of the whistle.

Beep!

The opposition, now more desperate than ever, pressed higher. Their attacks became even more frequent, and they pushed their lines.

Even the defenders pushed their line to support the offense.

However, even their painstaking effort didn’t bear fruit, and time continued to pass. With Atletico solidifying their defense, it became difficult to breach their defense.

After a couple of minutes, the opposition’s last substitution entered the field. Immediately upon entering, he approached his teammates and conveyed the message from their coach. Thischapterwasfirstseenon*.

Lucien moved to his original position while Desire filled the striker’s role.

With the substitution, the people anticipated the game becoming even more thrilling. People’s gazes became expectant as Desire entered the field.

Indeed, as expected, the match witnessed even more ruthless attacks, each attempt threatening to lengthen the game.

For the next few minutes, PSG dominated the match with passes and positioning, leaving no chance for retaliation. Desire, who had come from the bench, proved to be even more of a headache than one had envisioned.

With his swift transition and unpredictable play style, he instilled fear in the hearts of the Madrid supporters. Each time he attempted a shot, it sent shivers down the Madrid supporters.

Though the desperation of the opposition created opportunities, Madrid failed to capitalize on them. With them pushing their line to attack, they left their backline exposed. However, capitalizing on that chance was easier said than done.

With their meticulous passing and positioning, the ball wouldn’t leave their side, which made it hard to take advantage of their exposed backline.

Their passes and coordination peaked with time, each more accurate than ever.

For a moment, it even looked as if the burden of time wasn’t weighing on them.

For a team that was on the verge of losing, their players showed no signs of slowing down. Instead, most became even more clinical and aware than ever.

Yet still, the game didn’t witness a change until the 90th minute.

Upon reaching the 90th minute mark, the referee glanced at his watch and added five minutes of extra time.

The opposing fans became even more anxious upon witnessing the added extra minutes. The feeling of helplessness and despair gripped their hearts. Their faces became pale, and their heart thumped with every movement of the clock.

‘Five more minutes…’ Hiro wiped his sweat as he gazed at the scoreboard.

Though he was sweating profusely, his throat was dry. He wanted to moisten his mouth with a sip of water. But the clock was ticking, and he didn’t have the luxury to sip some water.

He looked around him, and the others appeared equally exhausted. Well, considering the efforts they’ve been putting in to stop the opposition, it was even more miraculous for them to be able to stand.

This match had been more arduous than the intense stamina training they’ve been through.

This match had exhausted them both mentally and physically.

Now, it required five more minutes of patience and determination.

Hiro sucked in some air as he checked on the state of the others around him. He was left astonished the moment he saw the state of the opposition.

Most of them showed visible signs of exhaustion. However, he could see their eyes burning with determination. It wouldn’t be an overstatement to say they were moving with sheer determination.