...
An hour later...
Silence.
That was the only way to describe the atmosphere around the training pitch.
Lukas placed another ball down almost 30 yards from goal.
Ederson stood on his line, hands on his hips.
He already knew what was coming.
The whistle sounded.
Lukas took 4 measured steps before striking through the ball with his right foot.
It climbed.
Dipped.
Curled viciously over the metal mannequin wall before bending back toward the top corner.
Ederson launched himself at full stretch.
He wasn't even close.
The net rippled.
Another goal.
Nobody spoke.
Foden simply stared at the goal before slowly turning toward Lukas.
"What the fuck is this?"
He pointed accusingly.
"You've got to be cheating.There has to be an aimbot in your leg."
Lukas couldn't stop himself from laughing. "I might be. You never know."
A few yards away, Cherki slowly shook his head in disbelief.
"I've stopped counting."
