Chapter 80 – A Magical Team Attack
Minute 47
No time to breathe.
Not even to blink.
United swarmed forward—fluid
Bruno slipped between two white shirts in midfield, tapped the ball to Valverde.
Tap—return—Valverde again. One-touch.
The Uruguayan surged forward and—snap!—sent a through ball so clean.
Nathan was already on the move.
Didn't look. Didn't need to.
There.
He flicked his heel backward—a ghost pass.
Tchuk!
Zirkzee met it just outside the box. One touch to control. Madrid's defenders tightened around him.
But instead of shooting—
"Go, Emre!" he barked.
—a side-pass, slick and unexpected, sliced the ball to the right.
Emre Demir.
And the moment slowed.