The ball zoomed towards the post, flying at the speed of light.
Nothing was going to stop this goal...
Or maybe not.
"Pang!"
For the umpteeth time in this match up, the woodwork had come again to save this Barca side.
The dimming hope in the eyes of the Barca players suddenly flared again, and once again, they had been given a last chance to defend with their lives, nothing was stopping them this time, they had to draw the game.
Elian followed the ball with his eyes, and halfway into the ball's flight, his heart stopped.
He knew it so well, perhaps it had been better if the ball had just gone in the first place. Instead, it chose to punish them again, of all people, the rebound was falling towards Marin who was alone.
And this time, the winger would undoubtedly shoot. Marin's eye shone brightly as he tracked the ball, raising his leg to control it smoothly.
