After an intense struggle, Cech managed to control his body successfully.
The ball was not a powerful shot but a lob, which gave him a sigh of relief.
Moving one step to the left, Cech jumped high, stretching his right hand with force. Although his fingertips touched the ball, Cech's heart was icy cold.
Indeed.
The power from his fingertips was not enough to push the ball out, and the ball violently bounced into the net off the post.
Boom—
"Saint Kevin!"
"Saint Kevin!"
"Saint Kevin!"
Eighteen minutes into the game, San Siro finally erupted with today's greatest enthusiasm.
"Kevin!!!
"Kevin!!!"
"Kevin Goal!!!"
"A signature Kevin-style goal, a lob from 30 meters out into the dead corner."
