After the break time finished, the game started once again. The current score for both the teams was still 0, no one could score a goal yet.
Eirik really hoped that at least a teammate of his could shoot in a goal but it seems like the opponent's goalkeeper knew what he was doing while being supported with his awakened power. Though Eirik didn't know what class the other goalkeeper got, it must be somewhat similar to the striker of the other team.
From the first part of the game until now, Eirik had already blocked 4 out of 7. He didn't know what would happen after the number of goals he blocked reached 7, but his main goal was to win the game. After all, eating gruel for the whole week was not something he wanted to experience.
Even though he hated his uncle for making him the scapegoat of his crimes, the food he cooked was the best. However, his uncle rarely cooked so most of the time he would just cook food written on the recipes he casually found in the kitchen.
Though the food Eirik could cook was far from his uncle's, it was still better than the one that the prison gave.
"Prrt! Foul!"
While Eirik's thoughts were wandering around, it seemed like one of his teammates committed a foul, and now he needed to block the shot coming directly in front of him.
As Eirik was thinking that he could block it because his current saved block is only 4 out of 7, there was something that suddenly appeared in front of him.
[Penalty kicks are not easily blocked by ordinary people, however, as an Extra Ordinary one, the goal is blocked by another kick.]
As if some sort of movement suddenly overtook his body, as soon as the ball left the foot of the opponent's striker, Eirik went towards it and prepared his legs for the incoming impact of the ball.
At first, Eirik had some problems in maintaining his balance when his legs formed a vertical reverse 'L' shape. But it didn't stop him from blocking the ball.
By using the momentum already present on the ball, he bounced it back towards the opponent part of the field.
Not sure if it was pure coincidence or not, the captain was already there waiting for the ball. Before the opponent's goalkeeper realized what had just happened, there was already an incoming ball towards him.
Within a split second, the goalkeeper wanted to block it by using his body but before it touched him, the momentum of the ball suddenly ceased in a curved downward way.
Not taking his eyes away from the ball for even a second, the goalkeeper could only watch as the ball reached the line of the goal.
"Goal!"
As soon as the announcer's voice echoed in the whole gymnasium, Eirik and his teammates suddenly started cheering loudly while being poured on praises coming from the other prisoners who remained in order to watch the soccer game.
"What the heck was that!"
"I got goosebumps while watching that!"
"I thought I was watching a professional soccer game!"
"That Goalkeeper is sick!"
"He assisted in the goal, is he perhaps a real soccer player?"
After a few minutes of celebration due to the goal of Eirik's team, soon the game started again.
This time, the opposite team was more aggressive than ever. Obviously, who wouldn't be pissed off on getting a basically free goal but was instead given to the other team?
As the later part of the game continued, the striker of the opposite team started getting impatient to the point he got a foul.
"That's not my fault!"
Even though the spectators clearly saw with their own eyes what he did, they didn't immediately boo him.
After all, he was the most powerful among them in the prison.
As Eirik didn't know any of it, he suddenly interrupted the debate between the umpire and the player.
"Uhm, excuse me… Where's the bathroom? I need to pee!"
With his sudden intervention, every spectator started to laugh at him. What he did was the same as the student who just raised their hands in order to go to the bathroom.
Realizing why he just did, Eirik was really embarrassed. But his bladder really couldn't hold it anymore. He really wants to relieve himself as soon as possible.
Because the umpire was busy with the opponent's response, another umpire came in and escorted Erik in the bathroom.
"Finally!"
When Eirik finished his deeds and was already on his post, all the players were already on the other side of the field.
"So a penalty kick is a reward that happens when a player from the opposite team makes a foul… I thought foul was a good thing. Well, it is a good thing for us because the other team did the foul though…"
Watching from a far away point, Eirik couldn't see what was happening. But because it didn't concern him, Eirik just remained in his position and waited for it to finish.
"Another Goal!"
Hearing that they got another goal, Eirik was extremely happy. It seemed like completing the sudden quest was really easy.
With 10 minutes left of the game, everyone already predicted the outcome. After all, catching up to 3 goals in order to win was near impossible. And this was proven true when Eirik stood on his position during the last 10 minutes without even moving an inch.
"And the winner is…. The white team!"
Hearing their jersey color up, the winning team surrounded Eirik and started launching him upwards.
"Hurray to our goalkeeper!"
They were saying these phrases as soon as Eirik was up.
However, rather than be happy for how he was being retreated, Eirik started to get nauseous. Who wouldn't get a stomach upset after being launched towards the sky as if he was some kind of toy.
"Wait! Guy—s! Stop! Jus—t stop! I'm starting to get nauseous. What the heck!"
But no one could hear as his voice was drowned in the sea of praises.
As Eirik couldn't contain it anymore, he just let the matter take its path. For better or for worse.