Imdiately after he passed, he sprang forward. Avoiding the obstacles in his way, he swiftly approached the opposing box.
Once again, he had disappeared from the range of sight of the opposing players for a mont. Amidst the ongoing chaos, Hiro swiftly hid his presence. Thus it beca challenging to track him.
Griezmann on the other hand, looked even more threatening. Though he wasn't as fast as before, the years of experience had sharpened his senses.
Relying on his experiences, Griezmann trod his path, swiftly avoiding the crowd.
While on his path, he encountered Davies. Towering over him, Davies stood before him, blocking his path, exerting an intimidating pressure.
His eerie dark pupils looked straight into him as if he could see right into his soul.
Griezmann glanced at him, trying to find a space. However, all he could spot was a towering giant standing before him like an unmovable mountain.
Rolling his eyes vigorously, he looked further. Yet still, the outco was still the sa- there was simply no opening at all.
Griezmann's mouth went dry as he realized the predicant he had gotten himself into.
Just then he spotted Hiro sprinting toward him. The sight of Hiro rejoiced him and he couldn't help but feel elated.
Hope kindled inside his heart as his eyes lit up with joy.
Then he stared directly at Davies. Their eyes locked for a while, both trying to predict the other's next move.
Davies was aware that there wasn't anyone behind him. Thus if he were to get beaten then the situation would get extrely dangerous for them.
He knew he was their last line of defense. Hence, he couldn't be hasty either. He had to carefully analyze before deciding.
Every step needed to be calculated.
He positioned himself vigilantly as he prepared to brace for the impact. One wrong move and everything would end.
Suddenly, he noticed so fluctuation in his opponent's movent. Upon noticing, he imdiately braced himself. He could tell that Griezmann would try to force his way through him. This he had to stop at all costs.
The world around him fell silent as his gaze fixated on the blond before him. His heart pumped faster than usual and he could palpably feel his senses heightening.
At this mont, the entire world around him turned to blur.
With a deft touch, Griezmann began to sprint.
As the two of them were about to clash, sparks were sent flying. The air around them suddenly got dense, the tension between them palpable.
Each looked intimidating and each was exerting pressure on the other.
Truly, it looked like the clash between a behemoth and a hero. As if a fairy tale was unfolding before their eyes, the spectators couldn't help but feel their blood pumping.
With quick feints, Griezmann tried to trick Davies. However, Davies remained firm as he refused to budge an inch. Like a shadow attached to its owner, Davies stuck with Griezmann. Though he couldn't manage to steal the ball, he didn't allow him to pass either.
Slowly, while maintaining the pressure, he was pushing him on the sideline.
Davies was fully aware of Griezmann's excellence. So, he wasn't hasty about his decision. He knew that he had to remain patient and complacent.
If he lost his composure, a calamity might befall them.
With that thought in mind, he cautiously stuck with him.
Griezmann with his dazzling brilliance kept trying to get past this behemoth of a player. Yet still, he couldn't manage to find his rhythm.
Griezmann liked to keep his dribbling simple. He believed that a player didn't need to possess a fancy set of skills to beco a good dribbler. As long as you could evade the opposing player and score, you could be considered a master dribbler.
Well, it didn't an that he looked down on those who could dribble flashily either.
As long as you get your work done that's what matters the most. Even if you dribble the entire squad and lose the ball in the end without producing any result what good you are as a player? Those kinds of players are better suited for a circus than the pitch.
Thus he had spent his whole life perfecting his dribbles by keeping the movents as simple as possible. At the sa ti, the dribbles need to be accurate and precise for him to be able to penetrate the defense of the opposition.
Having had the opportunity to spend ti with ssi during his ti at Barcelona, Griezmann had learned a lot from him.
For him, ssi was the ideal player who fitted his ideals.
ssi didn't need a set of flashy moves to dribble. Most of the ti, his movents are repetitive. Yet still, he manages to procure results most of the ti.
Thus he was one of the ideal players for him to learn.
Body feints, excellent ball control, and an ability to transition quickly. These are the basic things you need to be able to dribble.
And Griezmann who had honed his skills for years possessed all these abilities.
Griezmann could tell that he was being pushed. But it was what he wanted Davies to believe. He wanted him to believe that he was being pushed.
Just as he was about to get near the sideline, he swayed his leg above the ball.
Davies believing that he was up to sothing reacted quickly as he prepared to intercept. However, to his surprise, it was rely a faint.
His leg simply glided over the ball without even touching it.
Then he executed a brilliant Rabona just as the ball was about to roll out of the sideline.
Davies felt confused. His focus was solely on Griezmann. Thus, he wasn't aware of the man rushing toward them from his blind spot.
Well, there were a lot of people before him and his vision was partially restricted.
But as he got a closer look at it, his eyes widened in alert.
"Hiro!"
His heart skipped a beat the mont he noticed the figure of Hiro rushing toward his direction at a threatening pace. It was as if a predator had jumped out of the bush and lunged
toward him.
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