"Shit! Shit! Shit!"
At this moment, Achraf Hakimi couldn't help but curse as he tried to recover from that aerial duel. He and Nassim Boujellab came from the same academy in Morocco, so the boy knew full well how dangerous Nassim was with the ball.
"Don't worry, I get this!"
Mahmoud Dahoud shifted quickly to the flank, trying to slow Nassim down while also giving the wing-back some time to recover. When Higo saw this from afar, the boy couldn't help but click his tongue in annoyance.
'Yeah, as expected from the second-best team in the country right now. They are not even succumbing to chaos when facing this kind of an attack.' However, that frown vanished instantly in the next second as he saw someone coming from behind to support Nassim. 'Well, unfortunately, this gives him a perfect chance to take an action! Come on!'
