Football singularity-Chapter 370 Pure Aura

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[Saturday 24/08/2019, Merkur Spiel-arena, Location: Düsseldorf]

[Klaus Klein Pov]

"Why did you drag me here again, we should have gone to watch Little Women at the pictures football is so boring," Sophia said from my side pouting as she complained for the umpteenth time making me wonder why she insisted on tagging along in the first place.

We are both digital marketing graduates from the International School of Management (ISM) for short in Dortmund. We’ve never been particularly close but moved in the same friend circles and since we did the same subject we also studied together. She somehow ended up working in the same company I had done my apprenticeship with The European headquarters of the Ford Motor Company.

Since none of our friends worked at the company, I somehow became her best friend, which in hindsight is normal given how much time we spent working together. However, that is work stuff why for the lord of him she insist on bothering him on his weekends he would never understand. Can’t a man go to the spa in peace, can’t a man go shopping for dresses in peace, can’t a man watch his favourite team in peace without being bothered?

Thinking about it 9/10 things he had been doing in his free time had been commandeered by her. She would always find an excuse to convince him to tag along to her thing, instead of what he had been planning on doing. ’Maybe I’m just too weak-willed,’ no that’s not right it’s only when I’m dealing with her that I can’t seem to win an argument.

"What’s with that look?" she asked as I glanced over her above-average figure, well not that I would know but the men in the office end her a second glance when she walks by so she must be better than Average. Her long slender legs were hugged by the denim jeans with a pair of Adidas superstars, and my newly bought Rex away kit hugged her C cup chest exposing her flat belly as she wore it crop top style.

Her blond shoulder-length hair framed her delicate face reminiscent of a baby kitten complimenting those blue eyes. "Sigh just don’t stretch out my kit I plan on getting it signed," I responded before turning to focus on the field watching our young phenom cook again.

[77 minutes]

Not minding her cold stare or the fact she stomped on my loafers I watched with excitement as Rakim nutmeg Suttner sent a no-look pass to Havertz. In a matter of moments, he was right in front of me coming to a stop as he faced Gießelmann looking like he would break into the box directly. Klaus had been a casual footballer since the age of six, only stopping when he turned 16 to focus on school, so he knew just how special the dribbling skills of the kid in front of him were.

His breath hitched as he once again saw Suttner rushing towards him looking like he would do something stupid. Gripping the chair in front of me I swore I would jump over the 2 rows in front of me if that American F**k*r dared to play dirty again. My thoughts didn’t get to linger though as Rakim performed a stepover with his left foot flashing over the ball.

Gießelmann danced left and right as Suttner was just a meter away from Rakim, but it was as if he was waiting for him to get closer. In the next moment, his left foot that had just flashed over the ball knocked it along the line only for his right foot to flick it up slightly for a short hop. It looked like he had just lost control of the ball and both Suttner and Gießelmann wouldn’t waste this opportunity as both lunged forward.

However, something unbelievable happened in the next moment, his right foot which had just nudged the ball up flashed again performing a deft sombrero. The ball seemed to lack any form of spin as it floated over the lunging figure of Suttner. Before he could react Rakim’s figure sidestepped him directly exiting the field letting the two Düsseldorf players crash into each other.

Klaus could have sworn that the boy wonder stared down Suttner who had panicked and lost his balance. Not trying to figure that out, at that very moment he watched Rakim flick the descending ball up around knee height as he cut into the box. Now juggling the ball between both of his legs he caused chaos in the Düsseldorf defence which had been expecting their two teammates to halt him.

Klaus leaned forward in his seat, completely mesmerized by the unfolding spectacle. He could feel the electricity coursing through his body as Rakim continued to dance around Düsseldorf’s defenders keeping the juggling ball under tight control. No defender was willing to risk taking him down in the box thus despite surrounding him a clever turn was all he needed to escape.

A couple of steps from the penalty spot Hoffmann came to stop him, taking his opportunity when Rakim let the ball drop from his knee to his feet. Not hesitating he timed his tackle lunging feet first for a slide tackle already anticipating the contact with the ball. However, it never came as in a gravity-defying display of body control and agility Rakim took off hooking the ball with both feet as he vaulted over the tackle.

Klaus could hardly believe his eyes. For a moment, it felt like time had slowed as Rakim hovered in the air, his body twisting mid-flight. The stadium around them seemed to hold its collective breath as the ball hovered just out of Hoffmann’s reach. With a graceful arc, Rakim’s feet made contact with the ball after lightly liking it in front of him.

Steffen glued to his line had hesitated whether to rush out from the onset of his attack but hesitated too long and was only able to take a couple of steps. Now seeing the airborne winger who seemed to remain hanging there for a few seconds swing his right foot. He immediately jumped to the left across the face of his goal where he expected the ball to fly based on Rakim’s swing.

What actually happened was that his foot missed the ball only for his left to smack it on the follow-through. (Thud) With the sweet noise of the all-piercing the net what followed was pandemonium as Sophia jumped up in joy knocking over my cola into the air. I didn’t mind though as I followed suit shouting my lungs out, putting an arm around her as we celebrated with travelling Leverkusen fans.

The roar of the crowd washed over me, drowning out everything else. I stood there, mouth agape, trying to process what had just happened. Rakim’s goal was nothing short of spectacular and from where I sat, I had the perfect vantage point. "Unbelievable..." I managed to utter as he sprinted to our corner flag arms wide with a bright smile before performing his Griddy Celebration.

Still mesmerized by the scene I had just witnessed, I did not take my seat with the rest of the fans, only coming to reality when Sophia’s lips locked onto mine. ’Wait, what is happening right now? Why is she kissing me? Maybe I’m still dreaming I knew that kind of dribbling was too good to be true.’

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To Be Continued...