The only light source in the dim video screening room came from the big screen in front. The drawn heavy curtains made the room seem like it was night. The German language that sounded in the room was completely incomprehensible to Twain, but it did not matter. He could understand what the commentators were jabbering about by filling the gaps in his mind. The key was that he could repeatedly hear a word popping up among the German spoken: "Ibišević!"
Every time the commentators, full of enthusiasm, called out the person's name, the birth of a goal would be shown on the screen. Sometimes the commentators did not shout in that way and instead yelled out, "Super Ibi!"
No matter what the tall player on the screen was called, he always scored goals. He shot hard, jumped for the header, leaned on the opposing defender, and turned to shoot...
