The ball hung in the air, a cruel, mocking sphere, as Mohammed Kudus (Current: 84) raced towards it, leaving the Inter defense in his wake.
Leon watched, his heart pounding, as Handanović rushed out, trying to narrow the angle. Leon's 'Vision' showed him the leg and a calm chip icon above Kudus's foot.
It was going to be a delicate, lobbed shot.
Kudus, with an almost unnerving calmness for such a high-pressure moment, met the ball.
He didn't blast it. Instead, he simply lifted his foot, and with a feather-light touch, chipped the ball.
The ball sailed gracefully over the outstretched arms of Handanović, a perfect arc.
GOOOAL!
The net rippled. The red and black half of San Siro exploded in a deafening roar of ecstasy!
It was 3-3 !
Kudus didn't just celebrate; he unleashed a primal roar, pumping his fists, his face a mask of pure elation.
He ran towards the corner flag, sliding on his knees, his teammates piling on top of him.
