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Chapter 680: Counter!



The tension in the stadium was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Every heartbeat seemed to echo louder than the last as Atlético supporters watched in horror, their eyes glued to Vinicius Jr., who surged forward with electrifying intent.

On the pitch, the Atlético players were scrambling in a flurry of movement, retreating in a desperate bid to regroup their defenses. Their panic was evident, like soldiers bracing against an impending storm.

From the backline, Jan Oblak was bellowing orders, his voice cutting through the cacophony as he directed his backline with ferocity.

In stark contrast, the Real Madrid supporters were on the edge of their seats, their faces radiant with ecstasy. Cheers erupted sporadically as their talisman danced past challenges with an ethereal grace that couldn't be comprehended with the naked eye.

Vinicius Jr. swayed his body masterfully, sending one Atlético defender stumbling as he deftly cut inside the box, his every move dripping with confidence.

The tension exploded further the moment Vinicius cut inside the box.

"Oh, my! He's cut inside! That's one defender down-Vinicius is inside the box now! This is looking very dangerous for Atlético."

"And look at Mbappé! He's lurking in the box, completely unmarked. You can see him calling for the ball-if Vinicius picks him out, this could be the moment!"

The air thickened further when Mbappe came into focus, lurking ominously near the penalty area like a predator waiting to pounce. His positioning was immaculate, an open invitation for Vinicius to deliver the ball. A single pass, and the fate of the game could be sealed-atap- in waiting to happen.

The stadium collectively held its breath, as if the world itself had paused, all eyes fixated on the unfolding spectacle.

At this moment, it seemed as if Hiro had faded into the shadows. He was nowhere to be seen. Well, he had been running tirelessly. However, he had hidden himself in the shadows.

Mbappe being in a much more threatening position, the Atletico defenders were rushing to him.

In the last moment, however, Vinicius decided to attempt himself. Even though Mbappe was free, he wanted to score the winning goal.

Vinicius flung his arms as he prepared to shoot. He was in a position where he was comfortable scoring. Hence, he didn't even bat an eye on others around him.

As if he were waiting for him to make this decision, Hiro swept his leg from behind, attempting to steal the ball. It was as if he was attempting to steal the prey from a hungry lion.

However, Hiro had been waiting for this moment.

With their egos on the line, Hiro could tell that Vinicius was more likely to attempt a winning shot than assist a winning goal.

Fortunately for him, everything played like he envisioned.

While preparing to shoot, Vinicius noticed somebody's presence. However, now that he had fired the gun, he couldn't retract the bullet.

Even though he noticed Hiro, it was still too late for him.

Hiro easily swept the ball from Vinicius's possession. He had been waiting for this moment and when the moment arrived, he didn't disappoint.

The stadium erupted into a cacophony of gasps and shouts as Hiro's perfectly timed tackle dispossessed Vinicius Jr.

"What a moment! Hiro Takahashi-against all odds-steals the ball from Vinicius Jr.! Can you believe this?!"

"Absolutely stunning, Marco! Vinicius looked certain to fire that into the back of the net, but Hiro had other plans. The young Japanese sensation just made a move that will be replayed for years to come!"

"But still, the game is far from over. Will they go on a counterattack and change the fate of the game now that they've got hold of the ball?"

The Real Madrid supporters groaned in disbelief, their premature celebrations cut short. They were prepared to celebrate. However, now that their attack had been neutralized, they couldn't help but gasp in frustration.

The Atletico fans, who moments ago had been frozen in terror, erupted with deafening cheers as Hiro surged forward with the ball.

Not only did he steal the ball, he was already sprinting forward at a threatening pace. It seemed as if he would do the entire job himself.

From defending to attacking, Hiro had to do it all.

Vinicius spun around, frustration and disbelief plastered across his face. His arms flailed as he

shouted at the referee, but the tackle was clean.

The referee firmly denied his claim of a foul.

Well, it was a clean tackle. So, even if he made firm claims, the referee wouldn't buy it.

"Hiro! Hiro! Hiro!"

The chants of the Atletico faithful echoed through the stadium, energizing the young midfielder as he bolted up the field, leaving a stunned Vinicius in his wake.

For some inexplicable reason, the Atletico fans couldn't help but chant Hiro's name. Mesmerized by Hiro's performance, they seemed hypnotized.

As their chants reverberated throughout the stadium, the atmosphere turned electrifying. The previous tension was nowhere to be seen.

Even the previously defeated-looking Atletico players had found a newfound vigor. With the players collectively charging forward, it seemed as if the whole squad had been revitalized.

"Now Hiro is on the counterattack! The entire stadium is on its feet! Can Atletico turn this around in the dying moments of the game?"

Hiro's mind was a blur of possibilities, but his vision was crystal clear. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Griezmann making a darting run down the left flank. With a deft touch, Hiro sent a perfectly weighted pass into Griezmann's path.

"Oh, what a pass from Hiro! He's not just a ball-winner; he's a playmaker too!"

Hiro was orchestrating this whole build-up. From stealing the ball to organizing the build- up, he did most of the job himself.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

However, he was aware that football was a team sport and there was only so much he could do by himself. Though he was confident, he didn't want to get carried away.

Hence, he passed the ball. It was more likely for them to score that way.