Hiro, however, didn't move from his place. Unlike the first half, most of his movements were restricted in the second half.
For most of the second half, he had barely moved, and the crowd had stopped paying attention. He stood at the edge of the midfield with his eyes sweeping the pitch, and Lucien hovered at his shoulder like a patient hunter.
To the casual eye, it looked as if the Japanese star had been neutralized.
But Hiro was thinking of what Diego had said in the dressing room. The gaps are not found. They are asked for.
Little by little, the others had been asking.
Lee drifted left and then right, pulling Enzo away. Julian dragged the center-backs one step wide and then back again. Guiliano made short, sharp runs behind the lines, small and unglamorous, and each one made the City shape shiver by a few centimeters.
