Fortunately, this time Arteta's pass was rather reckless... After twisting his body nimbly, he was still ahead of Ma'el in terms of position.
But just like last time, this ball sliding towards the baseline, whether he could catch it or not, was a hot potato.
Azpilicueta glanced back, Ma'el was still about three body lengths away from him... Maybe he could choose to pass back to the goalkeeper in the middle?
He came in front of the football, turned his body to the right, just about to lift his foot to intercept, only to find Ma'el was already in front of him.
So fast?
Azpilicueta still underestimated Ma'el's speed without the ball, realizing a confrontation seemed inevitable.
The devil is coming!
"Bang!" A bell-like sound echoed, unheard by the outside world... but Azpilicueta could hear it, the sound of his blood and flesh turning, his internal organs trembling.
