Villain of Their Own Creation

As the ball went in, Jason took off to the sidelines in a jog, originally intending to jump into a knee slide in celebration, but he suddenly changed his mind and stopped just before the throwing line, put his two palms against each other in front of his chest and bowed like a martial artist after a battle.

{It's gone in!}

{A hat-trick for the young hero and it's against his former club!}

{He's chosen a modest celebration that almost feels like an apology to the home fans, but that's not going to change the fact that he isn't a hero to these fans today like he usually was}

{Tonight, he is the villain!}

{They say villains aren't born but created, and tonight, Oporto have been taken down by a villain of their own creation!}

The commentator's poetics amused Jason, but he didn't pay too much attention to it as he was too swept up in the joy of his own performance so far to care.