Like a commander on a battlefield, he barked orders while his teammates scrambled around him.
Hiro grabbed the ball, and as he did, a tidal wave of disappointment crashed over him. It wasn't failure that tormented him but something else.
Donnarumma had read him.
Not guessed, or reacted on instinct. But he had read him, and outsmarted him in his own game.
Hiro had shifted his eyes left, intending to drag the goalkeeper's weight away from the right corner. It should have worked. Against almost anyone, it would have worked.
But Donnarumma had not followed the lie.
He had waited and crushed him.
Hiro flinched, and his grip tightened. He didn't want to repeat the error. For that to happen, he had to forgive himself.
Hence, he exhaled a deep breath.
Fine.
If the front door was locked, then he would stop knocking on it. He would look for another door.
