'Yes, that's the pass, Kawabe-san! That's it!' Mamoru grinned, his eyes tracking the ball on the pitch while calculating where it would fall.
This switch play came in time, as all the France players had shifted their attention to Kawabe. Even though there were still some who were close to him, they had just shifted toward the right side for even a moment, and this gave Mamoru a valuable time to act.
It also helped that the cross that Kawabe sent was not the high type that would be slow to fall. No, it was a low cross that was whipped at high speed, giving Mamoru the chance to go further before anyone could shut him down.
"Shit! Move! Move! Move!"
