The players and coaches of Go Ahead Eagles were truly shocked!
Arghana scored in the last 10 minutes of three consecutive league matches, securing dramatic victories!
Four goals in three matches was truly remarkable!
If you only looked at the statistics, he would surely be a star by now.
However, the match was not over yet.
Eric Ten Haag made player substitutions one by one to waste time and limit FC Eindhoven's counterattacks in the final minutes.
Go Ahead Eagles managed to hold on to their victory.
In the stands, the home team fans were smiling and clapping.
There was still one match left in the league, the final game against Volendam.
Go Ahead Eagles had a great chance to enter the upper bracket, although their fate was not entirely in their own hands.
Even if they won the final match, MVV also won their game, preventing Go Ahead Eagles from automatically entering the upper bracket. But hope was not completely lost.
Go Ahead Eagles still had a chance through the playoff route, where they would have to go through six pressure-filled matches to secure a promotion spot to Eredivisie.
Their journey was getting harder, but the team's spirit and the support from their fans could be the main driving force in the intense playoff battle.
After the match, Arghana continued to receive praise from his coach and his teammates started talking to him more often.
Captain Sjoerd Overgoor gave him a thumbs up in the locker room and said, "If you can play like the last 10 minutes of every match, I guarantee you'll become a star in the Netherlands!"
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That night, after the match ended, Arghana sat in the locker room, his body feeling heavy.
He could feel the overwhelming exhaustion that was gnawing at every fiber of his body.
But even so, there was one feeling he couldn't shake—an odd sensation that came so deeply in the last few minutes of the match.
The pressure on the field was so high.
Time kept ticking, and the players' physical energy was running out.
But it was precisely then that Arghana felt something shift.
He felt his body growing tired, his breath heavy, but behind that exhaustion, there was a sensation that suddenly emerged, like an invisible but clearly felt force pushing him on.
A sensation that couldn't be explained—something that guided him to keep moving, as if the world around him was slowing down, while he was speeding up.
In his mind, the videos he had watched, the action clips of professional players he admired, echoed again.
He began connecting the dots between the experiences and memories.
Déjà vu—it seemed like there was a similar pattern, like seeing himself in a better, faster, sharper state.
Was that what they called a professional player's instinct?
He predicted, or more precisely, tried to guess.
"If I could feel this again, could I control it?"
The next day, Arghana decided to train his body to the limit.
He knew that physical training alone wouldn't be enough to understand that sensation.
He wanted to know if there was a connection between what he felt on the field and his body's recovery process.
Did that exhaustion actually open the door to improvement?
Could those videos really trigger something inside him?
Or was it all just imagination?
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The next day, the atmosphere at the Go Ahead Eagles' headquarters felt quieter than usual.
After yesterday's dramatic victory, the team was given a day off as a form of appreciation.
Other players took the opportunity to rest or enjoy some free time in the city, but not Arghana.
In the middle of the empty training field, only the sound of the ball hitting the grass and his heavy breaths could be heard repeatedly.
Arghana ran, dribbled, kicked, and then repeated it over and over again.
His legs felt tired, but his mind remained focused on one thing—how could he consciously enter that moment?
He tried to recall the sensation he had felt during the match.
The feeling when the world slowed down, his instincts sharpened every detail of the game, and his body moved as if controlled by something bigger.
But this time, there was no cheering crowd, no opponent pressing him, and no high-stakes situation forcing him into that state.
Arghana stopped for a moment, caught his breath, and then stared at the ball in front of him.
He closed his eyes, trying to imagine the moments from yesterday—the time pressure, the opponent's pressure, and the voice inside his head whispering the right decisions.
When he opened his eyes again, nothing had changed.
The world kept moving normally.
Frustration began to creep into his mind.
Was it just a coincidence? Was that moment something he couldn't control?
No. He refused to think like that.
If there was a way to achieve it, then he would find it.
And this day off was the perfect opportunity to dig for the answer.
After training hard for three hours that exhausted him physically, Arghana finally stopped, his hands resting on his knees, his breath labored.
Sweat drenched his body, but something felt different this time.
It wasn't the sensation of the moment he was looking for, but a new feeling—his mind felt clearer.
In the midst of his extreme fatigue, he actually felt that his focus and concentration had sharpened.
Arghana stood up straight, slowly regulating his breath.
If his body kept being pushed to the limit, his mind only grew sharper.
This was something that could be utilized.
If he couldn't easily enter that moment, perhaps there was another way—learning, understanding, and absorbing knowledge from professional players.
He hurried to the locker room.
As he walked, his mind raced, looking for the best way to utilize his current focused mental state.
He had played in various positions before, but in the last few matches, the coach had been placing him on the left side as a winger.
If he wanted to develop further, he had to learn from the best.
When he stepped into the locker room, he immediately grabbed his phone, opened a video app, and started searching for match footage of the best left-wing players in the world.
His mind immediately focused on one name—Cristiano Ronaldo.
"Winger... of course, Cristiano Ronaldo," he muttered softly.
Arghana opened one of Ronaldo's highlight reel videos.
He watched how the superstar dribbled the ball with incredible speed, cutting inside before taking lethal shots on goal.
Every movement, every rhythm change, and how Ronaldo read the opponent's movement, he observed carefully.
Suddenly, he felt as though he was seeing the game from a different perspective.
It wasn't just about watching, but trying to understand the thought process behind every move.
How did Ronaldo decide when to beat the opponent, when to dribble through, when to pass the ball, and when to shoot?
Arghana felt himself starting to piece together strategic components in his mind.
"If I could adapt some of these techniques to my game, I could become a bigger threat on the left wing," he thought.
He continued watching video after video, paying attention to the small details he had previously missed.
This time, he wasn't just relying on instinct or magical moments on the field.
This time, he was building his understanding in a more strategic way.
With his spirits ignited, Arghana felt that this new approach could be the key to reaching a higher level of play.
After watching videos for 15-20 minutes, Arghana began to realize something.
His sharp focus was slowly fading.
At first, he watched the video with deep analysis—breaking down every move, understanding Ronaldo's decisions on the field, and trying to strategize in his mind.
But the longer he watched, the more his feelings began to shift.
Now, he was no longer a player trying to learn from the legend, but just a fan admiring his idol.
His eyes were fixed on Ronaldo's spectacular actions, but his mind was no longer working the way it had before.
He was just mesmerized, no longer analyzing.
Arghana sighed deeply. "So this is the limit?" he muttered softly.
He began to understand that his focused state couldn't last forever.
There was a point when his mind returned to normal, and he couldn't force it to go beyond that.
He closed his phone, stretched his body, and then walked toward the shower.
The cold water washed over his sweat-drenched body, giving him the refreshing sensation he needed.
The tiredness was still there, but his mind felt calmer now.
After showering, Arghana changed into casual clothes and grabbed his bag.
He stepped out of the locker room with lighter steps.
Although he hadn't found the way to fully control that moment, he felt he was a little closer to the answer.
As the night grew late, he walked back to his apartment, leaving behind the now quiet stadium.
In his head, various questions still swirled, but one thing was certain—his journey to understand his potential had just begun.