บท 628: Japan vs Portugal II

The shooting angle was tight. 

However, Rafael excelled at shooting from such angles. So, he was calm and relaxed. Although his heart was beating rapidly from the high-paced moves he had executed, he was calm. 

The goal was right in front of him. He could feel the energy coursing through his veins. At the same time, he could palpably smell the sweet aroma of excitement. 

As he stretched his leg to shoot, his muscles coiled like a spring, his eyes fixated on the opposite pole. Tension built up in his body was about to release. 

But before he could unleash the destructive force he had been building up, a leg came up from behind, leaving him utterly astonished. 

Quickly, the ball was stolen, leaving him striking air. 

Swoosh!

A distinct swooshing sound was produced the moment Rafael swept his leg, a clear indication of the shot that would have transpired had Hiro not stolen the ball from him.