Rio didn't panic, slowly increasing his pace and continuing to drive into the box. He was currently close to 90% of his full pace, which was usually what he hit during Farke's "Murderball" sessions.
His legs, which were accustomed to high-intensity pressing, were efficiently pumping lactic acid out of his muscles like a machine.
'Okay, time to stop playing,' He thought inwardly, feeling a smile form onto his face.
WHOOSH
The Millwall defenders chasing alongside Rio suddenly felt something brush past them.
"W-What!?"
21, 22, 23.
Rio began to pass the defenders one by one, his eyes set on the goalmouth. It wasn't long until he was past the last man.
"Haaah haaah how are you so fast," Cooper managed to get out between sucking in deep breaths from his mouth.
"System," Rio said simply (in his head) before pulling in front of him.
