Bhatt turned, but Henderson was already lunging at him. Instead of trying to dodge, Bhatt used Henderson’s montum. He perford a quick "La Croqueta," shifting the ball from his right to his left in a heartbeat. Henderson flew past him, sliding uselessly on the damp grass.
Bhatt looked up. He saw Declan Whittaker making a run behind the Foxre right-back.
"Now!" Bhatt hissed, sliding the ball into the channel.
Whittaker reached the ball just before it went out for a goal kick. He didn’t have ti to settle. He whipped a cross into the box.
Luis Navarro was there, battling with Miller. The two giants collided in mid-air. It was a clash of titans. Navarro got his head to the ball, but under the imnse pressure, the header went just wide of the post.
[> "So close!" "Navarro wins the header, but Miller did just enough to put him off. That’s the first real warning sign for Foxre." "The triangles are starting to form," "Northcastle are moving the ball with one and two touches. Foxre can’t tackle what they can’t catch." "What a save!" "Navarro hit that with absolute venom, but the keeper was equal to it!" "Fifteen minutes gone," "It’s 0-0, but the intensity is through the roof. Northcastle have survived the initial storm, and now they’re starting to show their class." "Fifteen minutes gone," "It’s 0-0, but the intensity is through the roof. Northcastle have survived the initial storm, and now they’re starting to show their class." "They certainly are, Michael," "That foul on Perring was cynical, but look at the kid. He’s not rattled. He’s looking for the ball imdiately. That’s the sign of a player who knows he’s better than the man marking him."
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