Chapter 92 – No Time to Breathe
The second half opened.
BOOM—!
The ball bounced, skipped, twisted. No more than five seconds in anyone's possession. Red shirts swarmed, white shirts countered.
Nathan chased shadows for a heartbeat, then switched—tracking Salah, marking Mount, then drifting wide to cover Arnold. His lungs burned already, but there was no room for rest.
No room for anything.
Minute 47 –
Salah received wide right. Again.
Luke Shaw tried to stand tall.
"Shaw's been targeted all night," muttered the commentator. "And Salah isn't done yet."
Tap. Step. Tap.
Salah feinted left—cut right. A snap of acceleration, then space. He unleashed a shot from the edge of the box—
WHIP—BOOM!!
The ball bent like a missile, screaming toward the top corner.
Onana flew.
Thwack!!
Fingertips. Just enough.
The ball clipped over and out for a corner.
"AAAAHHHH!!"
The stadium shook with the eruption. Chants turned to roars. Fists pounded on seats. Shirts waved like flags.
