The crowd erupted in cheers like the rumbling of thunder. The ho fans celebrated the mont while the away fans hid their face in disappointnt.
The ho crowd was overco with excitent and jubilation.
The atmosphere inside the venue was festive while the celebration raged on.
The expression of the ho crowd was filled with exhilaration. Their heart thumped while their veins pulsed with excitent. They were thoroughly amped up.
The Camp Nou was buzzing.
Yet, the individual responsible for this buzz had a solemn expression. Cillian didn't celebrate the goal. Instead, he turned, standing tall, and simply pointed to his na on his jersey- a silent declaration of his supremacy.
The declaration wasn't aid at anyone in particular. He wasn't taunting others.
The declaration felt more like he wanted to convey sothing.
It felt as if he was declaring this venue as his domain.
While the players clad in red and blue sward around Cillian, Hiro watched him with a dazed expression. Cillian's imposing figure filled his eyes. Hiro felt like he was in the presence of an imposing giant, oozing with an aura of authority.
He could vividly notice his well-defined muscles. Even his back seed much wider than before. Hiro had been reduced to a re spectator.
Hiro could still spot the purple lights flickering around him.
The others around Hiro had similar expressions. With their heads hung low, they stood, disappointed by the goal. Those who had failed to stop Cillian looked even worse. Frowning, they lingered around like lifeless creatures.
Their eyes, now devoid of light, looked dull and lifeless.
Dull and listless, the individuals clad in red and white wandered around the field with defeated expressions.
It was like witnessing a battlefield after the battle.
"It took only one individual to wreak such havoc..." Hiro swept his gaze around. He couldn't help but despair at the sight.
Like a defeated soldier on a battlefield, he stood in his place, observing the aftermath of the battle in a daze. He had yet to snap out of the experience he experienced earlier.
For Atletico, conceding first was not new, but this ti, the weight of the goal felt heavier. Barcelona had been relentless, and now they had finally broken through.
The impact of this goal was more intense than anyone had expected. This goal had shaken them as a whole.
Before Hiro could even realize the predicant he had stumbled upon, the opposing players began to retreat. The celebration had ended and the match had to continue.
Though this goal had shaken them, the match was far from over.
As Barcelona's players jogged back to their positions, Hiro locked eyes with Cillian. The Irish striker's gaze was cold, unbothered, almost as if he had already won.
Even though Hiro was shaken by the goal, he couldn't help but feel bothered by those gazes.
He didn't like the intensity and emotions hidden in that gaze. He felt like he was being looked down upon.
He had witnessed such gaze before, too. Even so, he couldn't tolerate being looked down. Hiro hated being underestimated.
While thinking about that stare, Hiro felt his blood boiling.
'It isn't the first ti I've encountered such a stare, and it certainly isn't the first ti that I'm getting underestimated. Then why...' Hiro couldn't help but ponder about the emotions churning inside him, 'Why? Why am I getting infuriated?'
Hiro couldn't help but feel curious about the agitation he felt.
He felt like a storm was raging inside him. He could tell his stomach was churning with intense rage. Veins popped into his arms as he thought about the mont he locked eyes with Cillian.
Hiro tightly squeezed his fingers, his knuckle white with rage he tried to hide.
'Is it those mocking gazes?' Hiro questioned. Though those mocking gazes were infuriating, Hiro could tell that he wasn't feeling this intense emotion solely due to the gaze alone.
There has to be sothing more to it.
"No... This fury is directed at ," Hiro realized. "I'm furious at myself."
"I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything. I failed...."
"I got scared."
Hiro knew he was frustrated at himself for losing his composure. This self-realization made
things much clearer. He could locate the source of the fury.
Being able to locate the source of the frustration he felt, Hiro felt glad.
Before, he couldn't bring himself to think about his mistakes.
But now that he accepted the faults and mistakes, it allowed him room to evolve.
Upon the acceptance, sothing ignited inside him.
"I couldn't stop him because I was too caught up with the intimidating aura I felt earlier. I was surprised and scared. I couldn't bring myself to accept that such monsters exist too. I had been too much self-conceited."
"The glory and fa made forget that the world is filled with such monsters."
"Monsters that are lurking in the darkness. Monsters that are ready to explode onto the scene and tear apart the world... I'm just a small fish in a big pond."
"Just because I scored so goals and made so assists, I beca soft. The stats an nothing, and the numbers an nothing. Those are re indications of what one could do. They don't define an individual."
The dawn of realization set his heart ablaze, and his eyes glistened with determination.
Hiro felt like he had been freed from a shackle that had been limiting him.
The shackle tying him shattered and Hiro set out with a newfound determination.
In the 62nd minute, a chance arrived.
Rodrigo De Paul intercepted a pass in midfield and imdiately launched a fast counter. Hiro, lurking on the left wing, exploded into motion. His first touch was sharp, and in an instant, he
was past Koundè.
Hiro pushed forward at a blistering pace.
Before it was Cillian who had charged with such intensity. Now, being on the receiving end,
the opposition didn't feel good about it.
Like a flash of lightning, Hiro advanced. With quick nimble movents, Hiro cut through the defense of Barcelona. Soon, only one defender remained- Araujo.
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