[73rd Minute a few moments ago]
The roar of the fans still echoed in Rakim's ears, as he watched his cross reach his intended target exactly how he had envisioned it. It was almost like his anger-fueled mind state was helping him reach a new level of control over the ball. He had tried similar shots in practice but only had a 7/10 success rate on a good day but when he struck the ball, he instinctively knew it would arrive where he wanted it.
Tah didn't let him down calmly scoring, giving him a sense of release but he wanted more, a lot more goals. The greed had just bubbled up when he was dragged along to celebrate by Tah who didn't care about his thoughts. So, despite still being angry, he found himself dancing in synch with the rest of his teammates side stepping as they shuffled their shoulders.