Abate used all his strength, even discreetly tugged at Ma'el's jersey, but still failed to stop him.
"Smack...!"
Ma'el finally managed to control the ball and shook off Abate.
Noticing his opponent racing back, knowing that cutting diagonally into the penalty area would be slower than his opponent's straight run, he paused, and then as his opponent approached, he suddenly flicked the ball high with the outside of his foot.
"Swish!"
As Abate rushed up, he felt a breeze brush his face, but he had no time to enjoy this moment of comfort, as the ball had already flown over his shoulder and behind him.
"A flick to get past! And at such a height! Ma'el is really daring when dribbling past opponents, and he's really daring to succeed!"
"He looks more Italian than the Italians because of his angelic face and graceful demeanor! But now, he's charging towards Italy's penalty area like a devil!"
"..."
