The Flow State
The Spanish defensive line was falling apart.
A sharp diagonal run—he was heading straight toward the penalty box.
Jude was screaming for the ball, raising his arm.
Sawyer was streaking forward, cutting in from the left.
Elian had options.
But so did Spain.
Esposito was closing in.
Elian had seconds to react.
The pass was there.
The shot was there.
But instead—
He switched the play.
Everyone had expected a final ball inside the box.
Instead, he sent it wide to Sawyer.
It was a perfectly weighted pass, curling away from defenders while landing precisely into Sawyer's path.
Sawyer didn't hesitate.
A low-driven cross—first-time.
The ball skidded across the turf, slicing through the Spanish backline.
Jude darted in.
The goal was gaping.
A tap-in.
He swung his foot—
Too soft!
Once Again!
The English fans went wild.