The stadium held its breath.
Leo Stone had played the perfect pass. Erik Olsen was running clear on goal. It was the 30th minute at Stamford Bridge and Barnsley had the chance to shock the world.
Erik Olsen was fast. They called him the Viking for a reason. He ran with power. He ran with anger.
He prepared to shoot. He pulled his left leg back.
But then the wind changed.
A blue blur appeared on the grass.
It was Mykhailo Mudryk. The Chelsea winger.
The man cost eighty million pounds but in this moment he looked priceless. He had started his run from the Chelsea penalty box. He sprinted seventy yards in what felt like two seconds.
He did not just run. He teleported.
Just as Erik was about to smash the ball Mudryk slid in.
It was a clean tackle. He took the ball. He stood up. And he kept running.
"No way," Arthur Milton gasped from the bench. "He has an engine. He is not human."
Mudryk turned the defense into attack instantly.
