No one knew what was going on in Agbonlahor's mind at that moment. Even he himself did not know how the idea rose from the depths of his conscience.
Anyway, he now had a feeling surging within his chest. He would not be satisfied with just going on and running a couple of laps in the UEFA European Championship final. The team's starting lineup had eleven players, but only a goal scorer could leave his name in the final. As a striker, he innately had more advantages than the other teammates in other positions. So, what was the purpose of fecklessly running for such a long time?
Of course, he wanted to score goals!
He must score a goal!
Agbonlahor threw himself into the game again. It was obvious that he was running and moving more actively than before, and that he no longer seemed to be stationed at the forefront. Instead, he had pulled out of the opponent's penalty area and took the initiative to raise his hand for the ball.
