Fwee!
The whistle restarted the match, and at once the home side burst into action.
Just as Hiro had anticipated, the tempo of the match surged. Hiro adjusted himself, his gaze scanning the field.
For the next couple of minutes, the home side dominated the field. Be it positioning or attacking threats, the home side dominated. Even so, the score remained unchanged.
During this time, the venue witnessed a lot of moments that left the people gasping and clutching their hair.
Especially the blonde Viking; he appeared like a different breed. During this time, he registered four shots on target, the most by any player on the field, each attempt closer than before.
However, the iron dome couldn't be penetrated.
Fwee!
The whistle cut through the air, bringing a sudden halt to the match. This wasn't the whistle to end the match.
Hiro, now drenched in sweat and gasping like he was running low on air, raised his head to look at the scoreboard.
