What followed was twenty minutes of frantic football, the ball racing from one end to the other as both sides chased a second goal.
The fans in the stadium watched as both sides went pound for pound, with neither team refusing to give an inch to the other.
But it didn't stay that way for long.
Yes, both teams were going at it with similar intensity, but one team's slowly became misplaced.
It took a while for the fans to see that, and once they saw it, there was only one culprit.
Calderon.
Leo grew into it.
That was the only way to describe it.
The earlier assist had perhaps done something or unlocked something in him.
Because the player who had been operating carefully in an unfamiliar position began operating like himself in an unfamiliar position, and it was an entirely different sight to see.
He started calling for the ball where before he had waited for it.
