The match was restarting now, and Elian was pushing away every distraction chose that moment to pop up in his mind, he wasn't going to relent, he had lost the system, quite alright, but he was still a good player, and he was going to prove that to this crowd tonight.
The ball had gone out for a Barca throw-in, Thiago Alarcon walked towards the ball and picked it up, scanning his teammates to be sure as whom to pass the ball to. He wasn't in a rush, the clock was ticking, but they still had enough time to make a comeback, after all it was only a one goal lead.
Alarcon leant backs and threw the ball towards Marco Estrella, but the city players were on him in a heartbeat, wrestling for the ball.
Marco did beautifully under the pressure, he controlled the ball and managed to lob a pass through to his teammate, and the break was on.
Rafael Montegro was racing down the flank like a cheetah, chasing after the ball with electricity in his gaze.
