In the 78th minute, the Legend received the ball with an immaculate first touch, took a quick glance up and squared his body. As he raised back his right foot preparing to shoot, the seconds seemed to stop... the stadium suddenly seemed serene and saturated with anticipation. The clock rewound. As his insole caressed the ball, it seemed destined for the inevitable. It took all but a second but it was a movement of sheer class, of uncanny familiarity. When the ball rustled into the far corner, the 60,000 fans roared in ecstasy as the Legend wheeled away, a face of thrill, hysteric, shock and disbelief.
I almost teared watching this.
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