"Ma'el! He is facing Clint Hill's defense! A defender with a height of six foot one, known for his exceptional physicality!
"He might have to come up with something else. Relying solely on speed and power to tussle with this defender might not be advantageous!"
On the field, Ma'el dribbled the ball towards Clint Hill. This marked their first confrontation.
As he got within two meters, he started a bicycle kick, but his opponent wasn't fooled and backed up, blocking the inside and leaving the outside open for him.
"Boom!" Ma'el noticed this and made an inside cut, dribbling violently towards the baseline.
Clint Hill quickly followed, still wary of an unexpected cut inside; he clearly knew Ma'el's usual tactics.
"Boom!" But this time it was different. After reaching the baseline on the wing, Ma'el took the initiative and curled a cross towards the center.
Left foot?!
Clint Hill's expression froze. He turned to see it was quite a well-executed cross.
Not incompetent?
