บท 113: EFL Cup finalists- Fulham FC

"Zinedine Sam!"

"Zinedine Sam!"

"ZINEDINE SAM!"

"WHAT A GAME! WHAT A GOAL! HE HAS DONE IT!"

"The Nigerian prodigy has done it!"

As the commentator roared, the realization of his goal dawned on Sam and his teammates and immediately, all of them went gaga out of sheer euphoria.

Sam felt liberated, emotions that he had been suppressing since finally hit a crescendo as they cascaded like a flood.

Dodging his teammates who tried to hug him, Sam charged towards the corner flag, a look of sheer joy on his face as he dived on the pitch on his belly, sliding forward even as the fans roared his name.

"SAM!" "SAM!" "SAM!"

His teammates did the same celebration as him, diving on the pitch and sliding after him and after they slid to a stop, Sam jumped back on his feet, pupils dilated in euphoria as he roared back at the fans.

"YEAHHHH…!" His vocal cords vibrated, riding the energy wave of the fans.