Blue lock: The God of the field

This is why I play football (149)

As Lavinho and Nakada and Lavinho were making their way up the field,destroying other players ankle and leaving defender gasping out for thin air.

Marck Snuffy, known for his precise and organized defensive style, made his entrance onto the pitch with a determined look. His mission was clear: guard Lavinho and neutralize his influence on the game. As Snuffy positioned himself between Lavinho and the goal, his eyes locked onto the Brazilian maestro.

"Long time no see Lavinho"Snuffy said looking at Lavinho but Lavinho just replied.
"Get out of my way squirdward"

Meanwhile

Lorenzo, the Gen Eleven defender, shifted his focus to Nakada. Both Nakada and Lavinho noticed the shift in the defense. Their father-son synergy was being targeted, and they understood they needed to adapt.

More like,they needed to go do something wild and that was fun for both of them.

Lavinho, calmly moved away from Snuffy, creating space between them. This forced Snuffy to choose whether to stick with Lavinho or engage Nakada.

Lorenzo, on the other hand, pressed Nakada intensely, ready to shadow his every move.

Snuffy however was not an egoist and saw football as a job where the most effiecent and stable method is the best one currently the best method to win this game was by shutting down Lavinho.

Every single of Snuffy's movement seems to have a purpose and seems to carry some weight behind them as if he had planned all of this.

Marck Snuffy, was well aware of Lavinho's ego and so he decided to exploit this to his advantage. He knew that Lavinho, despite his immense talent, could sometimes get overconfident and make egoistical and none logical moves.
Snuffy had been observing Lavinho's playstyle and sensed an opportunity for him to steal the ball.

As Lavinho moved away from Snuffy to create space, the defender saw his chance. He subtly shifted his position, making it appear as if he was caught off guard by Lavinho's sudden change of direction.

Lavinho saw this as a perfect opportunity to show off his dribbling skills.
With a grin on his face, Lavinho moved the ball to his favored foot, preparing to execute one of his signature dribbles. But just as he attempted to make his move, Snuffy pounced.

In an instant, he extended his leg and stole the ball with pinpoint precision.

"You are to predictable, "Snuffy said as he stole the ball away from Lavinho.
Lavinho was caught off guard by Snuffy's quick reaction, he had no chance to react.

He watched in disbelief as the ball was swiftly taken away from him.
"You using one of your tricks again Squirdward," Lavinho said in a mocking tone.

"Call it whatever you want it still got results, unlike your dribbling," Snuffy said in his monotone voice.

Snuffy's understanding of Lavinho's ego and style of play had given him the edge, and he executed a perfect steal, leaving Lavinho momentarily stunned.

Nakada pov

As Nakada watched Marck Snuffy's clever move to steal the ball from Lavinho, a smile crept onto his face.
His eyes glinted with a blint seeming excited, Nakada wanted to know more about the sport and his 3 minutes with Snuffy should be more than enough.

He knew that Snuffy was good at making strategy but to make something so good on the fly was great. Using people's egos against them was something Nakada did before but Snuffy did it more efficiently and Nakada was watching and learning.

Nakada's mind was like a sponge, absorbing every detail of the play. He integrated each piece of information, storing it away for future reference. Every move, every tactic, and every nuance of the game was cataloged in his mental football library.

Uber started their play and Nakada rushed behind them not going there to guard but just watching their plays as Snuffy instructed them.

Nakada's mind was in a constant state of activity during the game. As he received the data, he was fully engaged and couldn't have been happier. Every pass, tackle, and calculated move from the opposing team was like a puzzle piece falling into place.

The more he absorbed, the wider his grin became.
"This is it," he thought, his pulse quickening. "This is why I play football."

Nakada wasn't just enjoying the thrill of the game; he was reveling in the strategic dance that made football so captivating. Each pass, each play, was a carefully crafted move on a massive chessboard. It was a battle of wits and wills as much as it was about skills and goals.

The knowledge he gained was a tool, a weapon, and he was eager to wield it. He could feel his neurons firing, connections forming, strategies brewing. He was ready to turn the tide, to outmaneuver and outplay.

The pure joy of the game coursed through him, filling him with an almost electric excitement. Nakada was in his element, and he wouldn't have it any other way.