Samuel Eto'o took measured breath as he stood a few paces back from the ball.
The Cameroonian's eyes locked onto Alvarado, who stood on the goal line. He crouched low with his arms outstretched and his body poised like a coiled spring.
The tension was electric, and the air heavy with anticipation as fans on both sides held their breath.
Fweeeeee!~
The referee's whistle sliced through the stillness and Eto'o began his run.
His strides were precise and uneven to confuse the goalkeeper, but Alvarado's gaze was fixed on his mark, his focus was unflinching as he tracked Eto'o's movements.
Time seemed to slow down as Eto'o planted his left foot just to the front side of the ball.
Alvarado noted the angle of his foot and the slight tilt of the striker's body—It was enough for him and he made his decision.
The goalkeeper locked in, diving sharply to his left the moment Eto'o's right foot struck the ball.
Thwack!