The crowd flared up, their excitement over the bars. Suddenly, the previously damp arena was flipped inside out. Finally, the dreadlock had been broken, and Japan had taken the lead.
The stadium was in turmoil.
As for Doan who had scored the goal, he was exhilarated beyond measure. A wide grin adorned his visage as he sprinted through the field with his eyes gleaming.
Other players chased him but he wouldn't stop. He had set his eyes on the stand full of ecstatic supporters, awaiting to celebrate the moment alongside him.
Hiro, on the other hand, didn't participate in the celebration. While the others paraded around the field, he applauded from a distance.
It's not that he hated being part of the celebration. Instead, it was because he was already thinking about their next step.
Hiro could tell that it wouldn't be the end.
