Fournier was a player of immense technical ability, usually the one to provide the assist, but something told him to take the chance himself. He noticed James Mitchell was standing a few yards off his line, expecting a cross.
[> "Fournier shaping to shoot," <] Michael Harrison observed. [> "That's ambitious from there. He's way out of his normal range." <]
Jake Thompson rushed out to close him down, but Fournier was too quick. He struck the ball with his right foot, a perfect "knuckleball" technique. The ball flew through the air with almost no spin, rising toward the top corner.
[> "FOURNIER!" <] Peter Walsh screamed. [> "From thirty yards!" <]
Mitchell realized his mistake instantly. He began backpedaling frantically, his arms reaching up. The ball was dipping and swerving in the air, making it impossible to track. The crowd rose to its feet, the noise reaching a crescendo.
[> "This is heading for the top corner!" <] Michael Harrison yelled.
