Trapp stood over a goal kick and chose control over distance. He rolled it short to Tuta, who opened his body and fed Kristensen on the right. Kristensen took a touch, lifted his head, and spotted it instantly.
"Switch is on… all the way across…"
The ball climbed into the night sky, arcing diagonally across the pitch toward the far touchline. Lukas tracked it calmly, adjusting his steps, eyes flicking once toward the onrushing danger.
Caci was already charging. Not at the ball. At him.
"Caci's flying in here—reckless speed!"
Lukas waited. Just long enough.
He turned his body away from the collision and cushioned the ball with his first touch, guiding it back into the very space Caci had just vacated. Momentum did the rest. Caci tried to twist, boots scrabbling for balance, and went down hard, face-first into the turf.
"OHHH—HE'S SENT HIM THE WRONG WAY!"
"Caci's down, and Brandt is gone!"
The away end exploded.
