As time passed, the players began to feel the weight of fatigue.
Their breaths became labored, their steps slowed, and the intensity dropped.
However, in the midst of this exhaustion, there was one exception.
Arghana.
He didn't look faster than before, but something was different.
His movements were lighter, more controlled.
Every acceleration, every change of direction, and every touch of the ball seemed to happen naturally—as if he could feel the flow of the game in a different way.
While the others began to slow down.
Arghana remained the same.
Or rather, everything seemed clearer to him.
Every movement, every gap in the opponent's defense, all appeared more vividly in his mind.
It was as if the world was moving slower while his mind was spinning faster.
This wasn't just physical; it was more than that. His instincts had sharpened.
His decisions came quicker.
When Fries Deschilder received a pass from the fullback, Arghana already knew what would happen.
Before his opponent could turn, he appeared suddenly from the side—scooping the ball away with perfect precision.
Deniz Türüç quickly took control of the ball.
For a moment, he saw Arghana already speeding ahead.
A through ball was sent!
Marnix Kolder welcomed it with one touch, directing the ball into Arghana's running path.
Everything moved so quickly, so naturally.
The penalty box was getting closer. There was no doubt. He knew what he had to do.
A left-footed shot! The ball curved toward the far post!
But—just slightly wide!
The stadium roared!
Only an inch away from the post!
Though it missed, one thing was clear:
Arghana was no longer the same player.
It wasn't just his speed that had improved, but his understanding of the game.
FC Eindhoven started to lose control.
They could no longer build attacks calmly—the ball was immediately kicked long!
Sjoerd Overgoor calmly cleared the ball back to midfield.
But Marnix Kolder was under pressure and lost control!
Arghana was back! Like lightning, he poked the ball away, regaining possession for Go Ahead Eagles.
FC Eindhoven panicked.
Their defense began to crumble.
They knew one thing: Arghana wasn't giving them time to think.
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90TH MINUTE.
From the right side outside the penalty box, Quincy Promes took a shot! Or… was it a cross?
The FC Eindhoven defenders were confused!
The ball raced across the face of the goal. No one was there to meet it?
WAIT!
Arghana suddenly appeared!
No one expected him to get there!
The defenders reacted too late!
Even Quincy Promes himself looked surprised—he hadn't intended to cross it!
But Arghana didn't care.
As goalkeeper Brahim Zaari advanced to close the space, defender Theo Lucius also rushed in!
Arghana did something incredible— his first touch fooled both players at once!
Brahim and Theo collided! Slipping!
THE STADIUM WENT SILENT!
The ball slid into the open goal!
GOOOOOOOAL!!!
ARGHANA DID IT!!!
The decisive goal!
Go Ahead Eagles claimed another dramatic victory in the final moments!
Three consecutive games!
Three last-minute goals!
And the goal-scorer?
The same man—
ARGHANA!
After the ball rolled into the goal, Arghana stood still for a moment, his vision blurry.
In that instant, it was as if all the energy in his body had been drained.
He felt his legs growing weak, his body barely able to support its own weight.
There were no cheers of celebration. No jumping in joy.
Instead, he collapsed to his knees, as if his body could no longer follow what he had just done on the field.
His hands rose briefly, trying to steady himself, but he wasn't strong enough.
With heavy steps, he fell to the ground, crumpling without strength.
It felt like a heavy burden had suddenly hit him, like energy that had been released unexpectedly.
As he lay on the grass, Arghana could only take a deep breath, trying to gather the last bit of strength he had left.
He knew his body had been pushed beyond its limits.
Seconds passed, and he felt trapped in a confusion between exhilaration and overwhelming exhaustion.
When the coach and his teammates came to celebrate the victory, Arghana could only weakly smile, nodding his head, before his body finally succumbed to the fatigue that took over.
After the decisive goal, the atmosphere on the field was intense.
All eyes were on Arghana, lying weakly in the middle of the field.
==
Eric Ten Hag stood on the sideline, seemingly staring blankly at his player who lay there.
He knew, this victory wasn't just because of the goal scored, but because of the relentless effort.
Arghana, once considered inexperienced, had now become an unexpected hero.
The coach turned to his staff, his eyes serious. "What did we just see? Is this real?"
A few seconds later, he waved his hand, signaling for a substitution.
Arghana had to be substituted.
Not because of his performance declining, but because his body was completely spent.
When Arghana was substituted, his face was full of exhaustion.
Sweat soaked his face, and his body nearly collapsed as he walked off the field.
Inside him, there was a mix of emotions—pride from his goal, but also the realization that he had given everything.
On the bench, Ten Hag looked at Arghana with a thin smile.
In the stands, the cheers continued to echo.
The Go Ahead Eagles fans cheered for this dramatic victory.
They couldn't believe what had just happened, and now Arghana's name was in the spotlight.