The ghostly outline of Erling Haaland's leg, poised to strike, hovered a split second before his physical form launched into the shot.
It was a new layer to Leon's unique sight, clearer, more precise than anything he'd experienced before.
Not just numbers, but intent. A transparent blueprint of what was about to happen.
Booom!
Haaland's thunderous strike was unleashed. But Leon, already anticipating, had thrown himself forward!
The ball slammed into his hip, deflecting wide for a corner. A sharp pain shot through him, but it was nothing compared to the exhilaration of the block.
"YES, LEON!" McGinn roared, running over to pat his back, his 'Current: 83' glowing brightly with appreciation.
Leon got to his feet, breathless, his mind reeling. He'd seen it.
He'd actually seen it before it happened. That fleeting image of the leg and ball.
