Meanwhile, on the pitch, Iwai also started to scowl, frustration building inside him. It was clear that their early pressure tactic failed, and now, after Yuwell's last attack, they didn't dare to charge forward blindly, which, in consequence, allowed Sapporo Otani to get into their rhythm.
It didn't mean like the home team was in a clear advantage and could score at any time they wanted, but at least, for Ritsumeikan, they would be under so much pressure for a while, and now they had to find a way to get out of it as quickly as possible.
'The only saving grace here is that Yuwell hasn't been that much of a threat so far, but there is no way he could be tamed for too long. No, we have to get something first to put them on a leash.' He shook his head quickly, glancing at the opponent's player with the number 16 who had been shadowing him for so long. 'Fuck it, I need to shake him off quickly!'
