Five Finals[Oryazabal’s Challenge: 6]

Juno now standing, walked to the ball and took a quick free kick but his pass forward was smothered by Marmadashvilli who spotted Sosa.

Sosa had been waiting for his moment.

The ball came to him near the halfway line, Sociedad's midfield press closing in. But with a sharp feint, Sosa sent one defender flying the wrong way.

Then, he turned.

And he ran.

His legs pumped, and his breath came sharp. The green grass opened in front of him, the away crowd also gasping for air like they were the ones running with the ball on the field.

Valencia had space and Sosa intended to use it.

But then—a sudden impact rocked his body.

Le Normand.

A full-body check. No pretense of playing the ball. Just brute force ent Sosa sprawling, skidding across the grass, his arms scraping against the turf.

The whistle shrieked and the Valencia players surrounded the referee this time, voices raised in protest.