Carla Jacobs raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his response but trying to maintain her professional demeanour. "Let's go with the honest answer," she said, flashing a knowing smile as she adjusted the mic in his direction. The crowd's cheers could still be heard in the background, and Rakim's grin widened as he absorbed the energy from the stands.
"Well, honestly," Rakim began, his voice still slightly breathless from the exertion, "The reason I play this game is for moments like these. The rush of excitement you feel when your face to face with a defender and proceed to outclass them, there is no feeling like its Carla" He laughed, tilting his head slightly as a bright smile appeared under his hood.
"When I received that pass, something just clicked, you know?" he told her feeling the need to explain his thought process as he was still riding the high from his earlier heroics. "We needed something big and the moment I received the ball, I felt... untouchable."
