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[73rd Minute a few monts ago]
The roar of the fans still echoed in Rakim's ears, as he watched his cross reach his intended target exactly how he had envisioned it. It was almost like his anger-fueled mind state was helping him reach a new level of control over the ball. He had tried similar shots in practice but only had a 7/10 success rate on a good day but when he struck the ball, he instinctively knew it would arrive where he wanted it.
Tah didn't let him down calmly scoring, giving him a sense of release but he wanted more, a lot more goals. The greed had just bubbled up when he was dragged along to celebrate by Tah who didn't care about his thoughts. So, despite still being angry, he found himself dancing in synch with the rest of his teammates side stepping as they shuffled their shoulders.
The cara panned across the Leverkusen bench, showing players and staff on their feet, clapping and cheering as the team celebrated. The comntators couldn't contain their excitent. However, the happiest by far was the manager who could finally breathe a sigh of relief seeing his team's goal drought finally co to an end.
"Well, well! That was pure class from the youngster," Derek Rae exclaid as the replays rolled across the screen. The comntators marvelled at the arc of the ball, highlighting the sheer audacity of his strike. "The audacity, the vision and technique to pull off a pass like that, let alone in such a pressure situation—it's nothing short of spectacular. And look at Tah—cool as you like to finish it off. But that celebration—absolutely infectious!"
Stewart Robson chuckled. "You can see the camaraderie in this Leverkusen squad. Rakim's got every right to be angry after the foul earlier, but that cross… my word. It's like he channelled all that frustration into perfection. If he keeps this up, we might see more magic from him tonight."
The replay flashed on the screen, showcasing the curve of the ball from multiple angles, each one more impressive than the last. The boorang-like trajectory drew gasps from the crowd even in slow motion. Especially when it lost all its montum coming to a perfect stop in front of Tah who slotted it in calmly.
The match soon restarted, but the energy had shifted with the score now 1:1. Düsseldorf looked rattled, their players exchanging hurried passes as they tried to regain their composure. anwhile, Leverkusen pressed forward with renewed vigor. Havertz, Aránguiz, and Amiri began dictating the midfield, doing their best to win the ball back whenever the team lost it.
However, it was Rakim who was at the center of the shift in energy as dribbling beca audacious and unhinged. Following Tah's advice he had shifted his focus to trying moves he normally wouldn't letting his creativity shine through no longer holding back.
[74th Minute]
The ball zipped into Rakim's path, a crisp pass from Havertz, and ti seed to slow. His first touch was magnetic, the ball glued to his foot as he surged forward. Rakim surged down the right flank, his eyes wide open as he scanned the field ahead. Two defenders closed in, anticipating a pass or a simple cut inside. Instead, Rakim dropped his shoulder and executed a double touch, nudging the ball from his right foot to his left and back again in one fluid motion, leaving the first defender stumbling.
The second defender lunged to close him down, Rakim's instincts were already at max allowing him to easily react. He flicked the ball through the defender's legs with a cheeky nutg, darting past him before the crowd could even process what they had just witnessed. A collective gasp erupted across the stadium as Rakim broke free down the flank, his pace electrifying.
With the defenders behind him, Rakim drove into the final third. The Düsseldorf left-back, Gießelmann, rushed to et him, but Rakim wasn't fazed. Slowing down just enough to bait his opponent, he sent him a wide smile before performing a dazzling reverse elastico, accelerating pas Gießelmann's on the flank.
The crowd went wild, the stadium reverberating with a deafening roar as Rakim skipped past Gießelmann like he wasn't even there. He effortlessly glided down the right wing with his eyes locked on the goal, not minding the gasps of astonished fans on the side. It was as if he had entered a new dinsion, where nothing mattered but the ball, and every defender was just another obstacle to dance around.
He reached the edge of the penalty box, where Düsseldorf's defenders scrambled to block his path, but Rakim had no plans to give up the ball. His mind was locked in, as he took small delicate touches as the distance closed with each movent calculated. He swerved past another challenge with a deft roll Croqueta flicking the ball up slightly as he breezed past Düsseldorf center-back, Ayhan, who was left reaching for air.
He wasn't done as he flicked the air-borne ball up-looping over the figure of Baker sidestepping a lunge. Now in the box with so space, he lightly touched the ball down as he moved forward facing the Düsseldorf goalkeeper. Steffen rushed off his line, arms outstretched in a desperate attempt to close the gap.
He was coming at him fast, his body stretched wide, trying to force Rakim into a hurried decision But Rakim was unfazed by the pressure. Not hesitating he swung his left foot letting loose a carpet shot that hugged the turf slipping through the outstretched legs of the oncoming keeper. The stadium erupted in a thunderous roar, the crowd's collective shout deafening as Rakim continued running to the corner flag.
"GOOOOAAAL! WHAT A PLAYER!" Derek Rae shouted; his voice barely able to contain the excitent. "This kid is simply unreal! Rakim leaves his mark on this ga with a spectacular goal. What a goal! And after that run, I wouldn't be surprised if he is just getting started."
Stewart Robson also chid in. "Whatever Suttner said to him after that foul must have triggered sothing 'cause they are paying for it now, and that was honestly a ruthless display of skill. The nutg, the elastico... and then the ice-cold finish." The scoreboard now read 2:1, Leverkusen in the lead brightening the faces of the away fans.
[77th]
Rakim wasn't done after that run though as whatever state he was in was hungry for more goals thus after Düsseldorf kicked off the ga again, he wasted no ti joining his team in pressing forward. Sven was the one to win it for the team as he took control of the loose ball after Tah headed down an atrial ball forward. The younger half of the Bender twins was looking to calmly slow the ga down only to change his mind after spotting Rakim taking back on the wing.
Not hesitating too long he sent a sharp diagonal ball to the right flank homing in onto the feet of the winger. Rakim, seeing the ball coming towards him, pushed off Suttner who had been sticking to him as he trash-talked. Surprised by the sudden push Suttner jumped forward to resu the chase only to see the ball roll through his legs just as he reached Rakim.
The winger who had used his left heel to send a pass to Havertz didn't hesitate as he rounded Suttner breaking into the opposing half. Havertz didn't disappoint him by sending a return pass, allowing him to blitz down the flank. Gießelmann wasn't given the option to stand him up and was forced to mirror his run as he had already picked up speed.
The ball was glued to Rakim's foot as he surged down the wing, not giving the defender the slightest chance of interfering. Luckily, he wasn't alone as the entire Düsseldorf defence converged on him when he reached the box's side. Nearby midfielder locked down any passing lanes whilst Suttner who had regained his wits was barreling down the flank ready to redeem himself.
With his back to the oncoming Suttner, Rakim suddenly stopped, causing Gießelmann to slide on the turf slightly. Not allowing him to gather himself, Rakim turned to face him as he scanned his surroundings. Seeing still rushing looking as if he was looking to take him out a cheeky smile appeared on his face.
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To Be Continued...
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