"It went… In?"
For a moment, not just the supporters, but even those people around were confused. One second they saw Nassim was surrounded by four players with yellow jerseys, and in the next one, the ball somehow managed to slip through them flawlessly. Hell, they even thought that it was just a weird hallucination, and when they blinked again, everything would be back to normal.
However, the moment Nassim ran to the stand, they realized that the goal was indeed valid, and that was when hell broke loose inside the stadium.
"FUCK YEAH! COME ON!"
"WHO IS OUR PRINCE?!"
"NASSIM! NASSIM! NASSIM!"
Nassim Boujellab just spread his arms wide while enjoying his name being chanted by the supporters in front of him. Soon enough, the rest of the Schalke players rushed toward him, some even jumping on his back to celebrate the goal itself.
"Fuck, Nassim! What kind of black magic did you pull?! Their goalkeeper couldn't even move!"
