Final Act [4]

As the ball began its descent, Izan was already in motion, spinning with precision to track its trajectory. 

The Barcelona defenders were frozen for a split second, their focus entirely on him as the ball dropped back toward the earth. 

The stadium seemed to stand still, every fan on their feet, every voice silenced in anticipation.

The ball hung in the air for what felt like an eternity, and Izan timed his leap perfectly. Twisting his body, he prepared to connect with it mid-air. 

The tension in the Mestalla reached its breaking point as Izan's boot swung forward to meet the ball.

Juan Hernan: "Here it comes! Izan—!"

As Izan's boot struck the ball, the crack of the connection reverberated through the tense atmosphere of the Mestalla.

The ball soared off his foot, spinning with vicious precision. It carved through the air like an arrow, rising and curving slightly outward before dipping back toward the goal.