Chapitre 522: First Strikes

"Matip!"

Aima's slide right at the edge of the box resulted in nothing as the ball flew past him from the attacking midfielder's foot, spraying the water on its surface on his face as it headed straight for the goalpost.

In a desperate attempt to make sure Dave would have no chance to stop his strike, the midfielder aimed for the top right corner.

He got everything right, because the way he fired that left the goalkeeper glued to a spot, however, there was no need for him to dive in the first place as the ball ended up hitting the crossbar before flying over for a goal kick.

"Oh, that should have been in the back of the net." Jim bellowed.

"Yeah, he even had Dave pinned to a spot, that would have been such a majestic goal but his finishing was just off by a tiny fraction."

Watching his effort go to waste like that, the midfielder sighed in frustration to kick the floor, a splash of water along with it.