Blue lock: Legacy

Chapter 4: Game, Set, Match

(Y/N's POV)

They say football is a physical game, well that may be true but not only is it a physical game it also has to do with the mind. A mental game.

With the time ticking by during the second half all you can possibly think about is finishing this game and crushing the opposition team for good. Once and for all.

"Over here pass the ball!" You shouted at the top of my lungs which might have been the wrong play, but that doesn't matter to me nonetheless.

The ball zoomed past the opposition's head as I did the first touch with my chest successfully catching the ball as you continued dribbling weaving in and out, no opposition was going to stop you from scoring.

As you blitzed past the opposition making it towards the 50 yards of the football pitch "Should I score?" You thought to yourself, might as well as there was no one surrounding me. You lifted your leg up ready for the heavy impact you would leave the ball in but then something just happened.

OOF

"What the hell just happened?" You blurted out, as you continued rolling on the ground feeling like Neymar back in the old days.

You looked up at the same time you felt something off with my shirt. Ah that's it someone tugged my shirt then, what foul play you snickered to yourself , I suppose that's a way of stopping you.

You went out of my trance as you saw a hand in front of my vision it was Itoshi Sae. You laughed at him, grabbing his hand and lifting yourself up.

You looked at him once more he didn't say anything. As he looked in another direction.

"How lukewarm," Sae said as the referee came up to him pulling a yellow card. He just nodded going back to his position.

"Number 10 get ready for your free kick 50 yards away from the goal," said the referee as he came up to you with the ball placed down between my feet and drawing a line to where you would be kicking the ball.

Alright then as you put your hands on your hip ready to precisely strike the ball and score a sweet goal, you noticed Kaito coming up to you, ready to say something. You already knew where this conversation and the answer was going to be no.

"Let me take the free-kick." He demanded as he placed his hand on your shoulder, you felt his firm grip, and my shoulder began tensing from his grip.

I simply looked at him "No" as you smacked his hand away from my shoulder, he simply stood there, clenching his fist at you with a deadly glare.

This situation was deja vu even though we had amazing chemistry on and off the pitch, there was a sense of rivalry between you and him, but mainly him.

I didn't know why there was a rivalry but it seemed like he wanted to prove something to you. Nonetheless, it was a battle that he would lose against me as he walked off ready to make a run for it if you hit the post or something.

You looked at the goalie to see where he was, he was on the left side, but he was prepared to dive to the right his positioning was clear to be seen.

"Should I shoot with a curve, direct, or maybe a knuckleball, after all, I have to give the audience a game to remember?"

Now you decided the style of the free kick was going to be a knuckleball, even if you knew you could shoot with a curve it wouldn't be that amazing, wait a minute what about a knuckleball curve, yeah that's right. That's the style of the free kick.

Finally, "To shoot to the left side or the right side of the goal, it was an answer that was simple to answer the left side even if the goalie was standing on the left side like I said he was already predetermined to dive to the right and plus for an added bonus it'll make him look stupid," You snickered to yourself.