The Mestalla was alive with anticipation as Izan stood over the ball, his expression calm but focused.
He adjusted his stance, eyes scanning the cluster of players in the box before striking the ball with precision.
The cross was a thing of beauty, curling away from Ter Stegen and into the heart of the penalty area.
Mark leaped high above the Barcelona defense, timing his header perfectly. The crowd held its breath as the ball connected with his forehead, powering toward the top corner.
"And it's Mark" the commentator roared as the ball zoomed towards Ter Stegen.
...
Mark's header was a moment of pure perfection, the ball flying through the air like an unstoppable force of destiny.
Ter Stegen, despite his incredible reflexes, could only watch as it soared past him, smashing into the back of the net.
The Mestalla erupted into pandemonium, a sea of orange and white exploding with raw emotion.
