The counter attack began like a flash of lightning. Elian dashed towards the ball after Vitor Ayala had made the save, he was moving very quickly, despite his fatigue.
With the score at 1-0 in favor of Madrid, Elian controlled the ball very close to the throw-in line, His eyes burned with fierce determination as he kicked the ball forward with the first touch, charging away.
He was tired, but it didn't matter. He needed this moment.
The fans gasped, for some reason, this didn't seem right to them, or wait...it seemed just too right.
This scene had happened so many times, Elian picking a loose ball up from this same spot, and then dashing towards the opponent's goal post, it always ended up in a goal.
But he had never done it against Real Madrid, the quality of players here and the team was on another whole level.
But he was Elian Slade, the wonder kid, could he manage it?
