541 World Cup Qualifier III
Just as the opposing player loosened their guard around him to cover other areas of the field, Hiro left the encirclement. From the beginning, he had been waiting for this opportunity. So, how could he let go of such an opportunity?
It wouldn't be an overstatement to say that their morale had hit the rock-bottom and it would take a miracle for them to put up a fight. On the contrary, it was the complete opposite on the Japanese side. Manager Nanami although he didn't appear jubilant, you could tell that he was content with the performance of his players. And the atmosphere on the bench was jubilant. 'It seems like we won't have any difficulty to win the match. So, I should probably let other guys in' Nanami thought as he cast a glance at the scoreboard. They were already winning the match. So, he thought of using the subs. It wasn't a strategic decision but merely a decision to help other players gain the experience. "Sato, Tatsuki, Mitoma, you guys are going," Nanami said firmly. By now, it was clear that it wasn't a fair match but a complete one-sided domination. It was such a one-sided domination that it even felt like Hiro and the rest were bullying their opponent. Many of the opposing players had a dull and listless look on their faces, making it seem as if they had been tortured excessively. Their movement had already grown sluggish and they were often making mistakes. Taking advantage of their exhaustion, Hiro again widened the score, scoring his fourth goal of the game. Since, he had said that he would score at least five goals before the start of the match, he wasn't willing to slow down. 'It makes his fourth goal already and there's more than twenty minutes left on the goal' Naoto smiled while looking at Hiro who was celebrating in the distance. Then again, his smile froze as he muttered, "Don't tell me—"
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