"Whish!"
In fact, no one saw the trajectory of the soccer ball clearly; in an instant, the ball smashed into the upper left corner of the goal, in the dead angle. They saw more of the grass clump that didn't fall even after the ball hit the net.
"Ah..." Joe Hart wanted to shout to boost morale and then counterattack. But as he lowered his focus, the ball had already hit the net behind him.
He wasn't sure, perhaps hoping for a fluke, but as the sound of the violently shaking net reached him and Ma'el seemed to be suddenly injected with adrenaline, sprinting towards the sideline, he had to believe.
Goal!
One to zero!
France leads!
"Yeahhhh.....!!!" Warsaw National Stadium erupted as more than thirty thousand French fans screamed hysterically, their drowsiness vanished, as if witnessing a decisive goal.
"Ciel...!!"
