The board read: [+3 minutes.]
The stadium was a cauldron of nerves. Every fan in the King Fahd Stadium was on their feet, eyes glued to one man… Samuel Moses.
Bruised, exhausted, double man-marked into near-irrelevance for ninety minutes. And yet here he was again, lungs burning, eyes burning with a defiant flame. The ball was glued to his right boot near midfield, three red and white shirts swarming around him.
The clock ticked 90+1.
And then it started…
Barrios lunged first, reckless with fatigue.
But Sam? Despite the slight lightheadedness that he felt due to running non-stop for over 90 minutes, his eyes were full of cold and brutal clarity.
His brain churned on overdrive, analyzing everything around him as his Perfect mastery Spatial Awareness worked his magic.
Even before Barrios lunged, Sam already saw it. It was almost like he was threading in a dimension a few seconds ahead of the others.
The state of flow…
