The ball popped up off the turf and flew over Nuytinck's outstretched leg, but instead of just chipping it forward Demien planted his left foot and his right heel came back behind his standing leg in one fluid motion, scooping under the ball as it rose and sending it arcing high over his own head.
Rainbow flick. Over the defender. Now finish it.
"OH WHAT SKILL FROM WALTER!"
The ball sailed through the air in a perfect arc over both Demien and Nuytinck who was still sliding past, and time seemed to slow as Demien's body pivoted to follow its trajectory, his tired legs finding one more burst of explosive power as he adjusted his positioning.
The ball was dropping now, falling from its apex, and Rincón was sprinting toward him from twenty yards away but too far to close the distance, and Audero was rushing off his line but the angle was all wrong because he'd expected a shot not this audacious piece of skill.
