He walked back to the technical area and whispered a few words to his teammate on the way.
"He's still favoring his left foot. Make sure you twist him inside out."
Summerville nodded in response before jogging back onto the pitch. He gripped his shirt tightly and narrowed his eyes at Ben White.
'Damn it! How dare that guy block my cross like that...'
Meanwhile, Ben White was still caught up with Summerville's earlier dribble. He was feeling humiliated, especially since he had been inwardly gloating about his fake tan beforehand.
'I won't let anyone else get past me.'
His face changed, turning into one filled with determination as he adjusted his shorts. The air around him seemed to change, giving one the impression that this Love Island contestant was on a battlefield.
WHOOSH
The ball came flying through the air towards the winger, looking as if it wanted to blow past everything like a cannonball.
