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Though Hiro failed to fool Vittorio, Hiro wasn’t dejected. It would have been great if he could get through to him. But even if he couldn’t, he wouldn’t feel down about it.

He wasn’t intending to get past him.

‘You won’t be going anywhere…’ Vittorio curled his lips as he mused.

He was finding Hiro’s struggle quite satisfying. Though Hiro’s face didn’t reveal any trace of struggle, Vittorio was satisfied with keeping him occupied.

He was satisfied with his role.

Enrique, on the sidelines, was equally satisfied with Vittorio’s performance. He couldn’t help but take pride in his judgment.

Brimming with satisfaction and pride, he rolled his eyes to the opposing bench. There, Diego stood with his brows knitted.

‘Now, what will you do, Diego?’

Hiro flicked the ball with the outside of his boot. The ball soared as it travelled to the flanks, where Simeone made his run.

The excitement surged as the ball soared.

Vittorio clicked his tongue in annoyance as he witnessed the sudden outcome. He had been expecting Hiro to force his way through him.

But simultaneously, he couldn’t help but take pride in himself.

He had forced Hiro to take a detour. He had forced the one hailed as one of the greatest dribblers to make a pass. This feeling alone was like bliss.

Then again, as he averted his gaze back to Hiro, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes in shock.

Hiro had disappeared from his range of sight.

He swept his gaze around in panic as he desperately tried to figure out Hiro’s location. But Hiro was nowhere to be seen. He looked behind him. But he wasn’t there.

‘Where? Where! Did he go?’

Simeone was already moving the ball down the field, and the opposition was starting to make their move. But Hiro was nowhere to be found.

This made his heart throb.

Others around him were equally set in panic. The atmosphere was getting heated, and the fans were exhilarated. Just moments after the first goal, another big chance was set in motion.

The eyes of the audience converged on Simeone.

Simeone calmly collected the ball. With a burst of speed, he peered into the opposing defensive third. The opposing full-back failed to reach him.

Even so, his shooting angle was anything but favorable.

One could see that the most optimal course of action would be a pass or a cross.

Simeone crossed the ball, and the ball flew inside the box.

Both sides competed for the ball, and a struggle unfolded inside the box. However, Vittorio got the last laugh as he cleared the ball away. Towering over all, he flew in the air as he came out on top of everyone who competed for the ball.

Then, with a flick, he headed the ball away.

The opposition was relieved at the sight. However, their happiness was short-lived as Hiro came to collect the loose ball.

He had disappeared after making the pass.

But now, once again, he had shown himself just at the right time.

The opposition’s heart dropped upon seeing him, and their faces went pale with fright. Hiro was the last individual they wanted to see in that position.

Their eyes revealed extreme fright and despair as Hiro prepared to shoot.

The people had seen what he was capable of. He thrived in such a situation. With shots packed with power and precision, he could change the game with a touch.

However, to their relief, Lucien was also in that spot.

‘Don’t let him shoot, Lucien!’

Their eyes converged on those two. The hopes of the opposition rested on Lucien, while the hopes of the Madrid fans rested on Hiro.

The game hadn’t even entered the climax, but the show was already getting heated.

‘I won’t let you shoot.’

Lucien lunged at Hiro, attempting to stop him. Hiro, however, evaded his attack and simultaneously managed to keep the ball.

With a soft touch that almost seemed as if he was attempting to control the ball, Hiro managed to retain the ball.

The ball bounced off his feet and also evaded Lucien’s leg.

The audience watched this outcome with their eyes wide in shock and amazement.

Under the shocked gazes of the spectator, Hiro blasted a powerful volley with the other leg. Both the audience and the players were in shock.

However, Donnarumma had remained unfazed.

He knew he couldn’t lose his composure.

As he prepared to make the save, his eyes glinted with an eerie sharpness. He had figured out the path of the ball. Hence, he made an immediate attempt to save.

He blasted to the top corner with his arms stretched.

Even so, it looked difficult for him to stop the ball. With fierce power and unreadable spin, the ball threatened to breach Donnarumma’s defense.

Donnarumma’s eyes lit up as he felt the sensation of the ball.

He could tell he had touched the ball. Given the ball’s path, even a light touch was enough to change its original course.

The ball, upon deflection, struck the bar and went out of bounds.

“SAVED!!!! What an incredible save from Donnarumma. He has managed to save their lead and keep their hopes of winning the Cup alive.”

The PSG supporters rejoiced at the outcome.

On the other hand, the Atletico supporters smacked their foreheads and wailed disappointedly. However, none could bring themselves to lament Hiro.

Hiro had delivered a powerful shot, but the opposition saved it.

Perspiration trickled down Hiro’s face as he stood staring at the post. The opposition was all riled up for the save. Even Donnarumma himself seemed all exhilarated.

Flinging his fist to the audience, he expressed his feelings.

The audience, equally riled up and excited about the save, couldn’t refrain from hyping him.

The stadium was full of excited cheers and disappointed wails.

Just like this, PSG avoided a difficult situation and kept their lead.

However, people could feel something starting to stir. The dormant Hiro was awakening. Now, if they could keep up this momentum, the outcome of the game might be different.

Though this outcome wasn’t to their liking, hope was igniting within the heart of the Atletico fans.