The answer, however, was simple.
The opposition couldn't see it. The fans couldn't see it. But the people who worked with him could see through his attempt.
"You're going in…" Diego's lips curled into a smile as his pupils expanded, a thrill rustling through his veins. His heart pounded with excitement, each beat echoing the rhythm of the unfolding drama.
The more he watched the scene on the pitch, the more captivated he became. He could tell that Hiro was going the extra mile himself.
If it had been anyone else, Diego wouldn't be smiling like this. But he knew this kid's abilities better than anyone. So he allowed himself to feel the excitement building in his chest.
'He's searching for an angle.'
Soon enough, Hiro arrived before his first obstacle—a tall, experienced defender who had, until this moment, performed his duties with quiet efficiency. He planted himself before the goal as if his life depended on it.
Even now, he stood firm.
