Lucas ran towards Team A's field with the ball glued to his foot as if it were part of his body. Adrenaline was pulsing through his veins and sweat was dripping down his forehead, but he remained absolutely focused.
Felix, still dazed by the speed with which Lucas had broken free, tightened his grip, sticking to him like a shadow. People around the pitch began to murmur, theorizing.
Coach Jimenez leaned forward on the bench with his eyes fixed on Lucas' every move.
"Is he going to try a pass or is he going to go it alone?" Jimenez asked himself, without taking his eyes off the action.
Lucas, however, wasn't stupid. He knew he wouldn't have the freedom to go much further with the ball without a direct confrontation. Besides, Felix was determined to stop him, and the space in front of Lucas was starting to close up as other A-Team players moved forward to reinforce the defense. He couldn't rely on speed or technique alone this time.
