Luquinhas quickly positioned himself to receive the throw-in. The ball came precisely, brushing against his right foot. He played it first-time, turned his body, and cast a quick glance at Diego, who was moving diagonally, ready to make a run behind the defense. The stadium held its breath. Every Sanu player positioned themselves like a moving wall, trying to anticipate the young Zenkai star's next move.

Luquinhas exchanged short passes with Biel and Diego, each touch as quick and rhythmic as a metronome, keeping total control over the pace of the attack. He advanced slowly, almost dancing between defenders. Rodrigo moved closer to Dante, whispering:

"Can't let him turn like that again"

Dante took a deep breath, scanning the entire field. He didn't need to rush in for a tackle — he just observed, analyzing every angle, every tilt of Luquinhas's body. The right moment was coming.

The number 10 of Zenkai spun around, shaking off his marker and moving through the middle. He flicked a backheel to Diego and, with a quick turn, avoided another touch from Biel, keeping the ball glued to his feet. The Zenkai fans erupted in a deafening roar, pushing their team forward.

Dante stayed close. He didn't back off, nor did he lunge recklessly. He waited for the perfect instant. Luquinhas shifted sideways, feigning a pass to Diego, but quickly played the ball back to Biel. Everything happened in split seconds, each touch deceiving Sanu's defenders.

Rodrigo tried to intercept, but Luquinhas dodged with a soft backheel touch, keeping control. Diego broke down the right wing, drawing Oliveira's attention — the defender rushed in, ready to intercept. But Luquinhas had other plans. He saw the space that opened up and began to dribble, accelerating with short, precise spins.

That was when Dante decided to act. He read every motion of Luquinhas — every shift of balance, every tiny touch of the ball. In an instant, he stepped forward, sliding across the turf with perfect timing. The ball, once under the Zenkai star's control, was firmly intercepted, and Dante immediately turned toward the center, ready to launch the counterattack.

The Sanu stadium exploded in a roar of encouragement. Kazana, arms wide open, shouted:

"COME ON, DANTE! NOW'S THE TIME!"

Dante spotted Kelvin moving down the left, leaning forward, eyes locked on the opposing defense. With a quick touch, he sent the ball to him — a clean, measured, almost telepathic pass. Kelvin received it in stride, without slowing down, maintaining his pace. He swayed his body, feinting an inside cut, drawing the attention of Luquinhas and Biel.

Diego tried to follow, sprinting toward the number 11, but Kelvin had already identified the open space. Dante kept running alongside him, alert to any backpass or interception attempt. The ball was at Kelvin's feet, but it felt as if the entire Sanu team was breathing in sync with the pass Dante had just made.

Sensing a path forming in his mind, Kelvin decided to return the ball to Dante.

The Sanu crowd roared even louder, the sound swelling like a giant wave crashing over the field. Kazana and Kelvin exchanged a quick look, recognizing the importance of Dante's play.

Dante controlled the ball, feeling every rotation, every slope of the pitch, every breath of the opponents. With a quick touch, he passed to Kelvin again, who was already sprinting down the left side, ready to accelerate upfield. The ball met the number 11's foot with pinpoint precision.

Kelvin received it in motion, without hesitation. He controlled it with his toe, turned his body, and began to advance, watching the Zenkai defenders reshaping their lines. Each step was firm, calculated — a dance between speed and technique. Kelvin's eyes were fixed on the box, but also on his teammate ahead, Dante, running beside him, ready to support and provide an option.

Luquinhas and Biel tried to react, rushing to cut off the passing lane, but Sanu's rhythm now felt different. Every player was synchronized, anticipating movements, as if the whole field had slowed down for them.

Kelvin lightly touched the ball to Dante, who quickly returned it, and then the number 11 burst down the left flank, opening space and drawing two defenders at once. The movement was almost hypnotic — the ball glued to his foot, his body flowing naturally. The entire stadium felt that something big was about to happen.

On the other side, Luquinhas pulled back, frustrated but trying to regain control of the game. Biel shouted instructions, Diego adjusted his positioning for possible passes, but the control Sanu was showing now felt entirely different.

Finding himself without space again, Kelvin passed the ball across to Ian on the opposite side.

Ian controlled it, instantly sidestepping the marker in front of him. He began cutting toward the middle and passed to Dante, who was completely unmarked.

Once again, Dante saw a path forming in his mind — but he didn't analyze the field; he didn't notice Kelvin's situation.

Without thinking, he sent the ball in Kelvin's direction.

Biel and Matheus, already expecting that link between the two, were right there marking Kelvin.

"Damn, I won't reach the ball"

said Kelvin, accepting the inevitable.

But as the ball rolled toward Kelvin, someone appeared and intercepted it — from their own team.

"He really is different, Rafael", said Matheus Rios, from the stands.

"It's either something incredibly bold... or an amazing sense of the game", added Rafael Duarte.

The ball had rolled past Dante's feet and seemed destined for Kelvin. He sprinted to the left, eyes locked on its path — but Kazana appeared like lightning. He charged through the center, perfectly in sync with the play, exploiting the gap created by Kelvin's decoy movement, since Biel and Matheus were both marking him.

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