Soccer System: Legendary Goalkeeper

Chapter 120 - A Kick That Nearly Loses Life

The match against Iraq resumed as Iraq tried to play more openly and put its players ahead.

Great results, but great risks. It is for the Iraqi coach to be rather indecisive in his choice of decision. He hesitated, because there was Reza who seemed to have a lot of attacking ability.

That concern instead makes him a coach who has a high level of tactical doubt.

Every tactic he chooses, the Iraqi coach has a lot of doubts and keeps weighing what will happen in the future.

Throwing away the unimportant thought of the mission of the System, Reza chose to stay focused on what lies ahead, which is to win this fight.

In the midst of his wild thinking, a ball came so fast, Reza certainly made a reflex move by jumping to the side to catch the ball down the ground from one of the Iraqi players, Abbas Mahfud.

Reza flexed his body, he was able to grab the ball and catch it well.

“No attack, yes?” muttered Reza while staring at the digital time in the stadium.

Seeing the minute still touching the number 14, making him undo his intention to attack, he chose to give the ball to his colleagues and let them.

“Quick movement!” exciting Reza.

From the right side, Indonesia tries to attack from players who have high acceleration and can dominate when dueling.

However, other tactics made them change the attack path within a not-too-distant interval.

This makes of course the Iraqi players a bit confused in dealing with attacks from Indonesia.

Coach Shin also remained faithfully standing while giving direction for direction. Coach Shin himself is a coach who never sat when his foster children competed.

The most loyal coach, the coach who waits for his foster children while giving direction, doing a clear attitude also reflects the struggles of his foster children.

Looking at the watch in his hand, the minutes still show exactly the number 16 which is clearly still very long this fight lasts.

The rain slowly fell, until about five minutes later the rain in high intensity began to hit the field.

The stadium staff began to close the roof of the stadium which took about 20 minutes to complete. This makes the field wet.

“Smooth ball, hold ... What, yes?” reza Gumam.

He flew to the right, stretched out his right hand to catch the ball from Hussein's kick.

The ball, which moves in a straight line, rotates very quickly, penetrating the air in the midst of increasingly heavy rain.

The wind hit the grass, inviting sway when the ball passes through it. The next second, Reza managed to grab the ball and brushed it away.

Maybe these were some experiments from Iraq, but none of their shots on target did not produce a score.

Until the 30th minute, Indonesia still outperformed Iraq in the aspect of the score.

However, in terms of everything on the pitch, Iraq clearly dominated, ball possession touched 70% which then their passes were certainly more than Indonesia.

Coach Shin was obviously worried about him, if this went on for a long time, the players would quickly get exhausted in tackling the wave of Iraqi attacks.

“Come, move! Don't be constrained!” scream Coach Shin's interpreter after getting directions from the coach.

Whatever was shouted by the coaching staff on the sidelines, barely done because of the noise of the stadium atmosphere and the rumbling sound of heavy rain.

“Ah! They're this ..” grumbled Coach Shin upset.

Reza must continue to receive attacks, after all the Indonesian national team is actually not so perfect in concocting the tactics and techniques of the players.

Maybe chemistry or relationships between players can be intertwined, but the techniques and experiences that have to be big talk in moments like these.

“Up to thirty-seven minutes of this, I had already saved about twelve kicks in the midst of heavy rain, rather difficult because the ball was slippery,” muttered Reza spontaneously wiping away sweat. “Free Reza.” He monologues aware of his habits.

“Stay solid, we will also try our hardest!” pekik Irianto to Reza, because for a moment saw Reza who was rather shaky.

“You must remain strong, we are also this obviously exhausted but still trying to never give up!” sahut Asnawi with a bright smile mixed with fatigue.

“Come! Spirit!” reply Marc loudly.

Reza was actually not so surprised, it's just that, the attitude of his colleagues is as if they are facing opponents in the final. Too dramatic, but on the one hand add to the spirit of his personal self.

Minute by minute, Indonesia occasionally attacks, but still dominates Iraq.

Until just in the 45th minute, Reza who was saturated under the crossbar finally advanced in the rain that increased rapidly.

It will be a challenge for him, maneuvering in the rain, the difficulty will obviously increase because the texture of the ground changes and also the slippery ball will be difficult to control.

“Yes, at least the grassland of Al-Bayt stadium is already world class! Best it should be,” muttered Reza.

Reza looked at Jordi, he passed her while saying for a moment, “En .. Keep the goal, yes?”

“Come, Reza, no need to be awkward, just call me Jordi!” Jordi responded, but while retreating to guard the goal.

Reza only smiled, after which he stomped his feet strongly, the high acceleration was on in top condition.

In an instant, Reza moved quickly in the rain, his body swerving between the Iraqi players who were clearly bigger and taller even though Reza was about 185 cm tall.

Reza was moving left when an Iraqi player, Bayesh, moved to do a pretty dangerous cutting slide.

After that, Reza then made a Cruyff turn movement, which is an evasive movement when dribbling, sometimes can be interpreted as Marseille turn, only it clearly has a big difference.

Cruyff turn moves if done perfectly can take the ball past a player smoother than the Marseille turn that sometimes opposing players are aware of.

Yes, back to the understanding of each football connoisseur.

Reza who managed to pass one, up to five players at once again made the audience spoiled by the beautiful movement of Reza under the rain.

“Take this!”

Reza kicked hard, the thump was slightly heard in the midst of the increasingly heavy rain, the path of the ball formed a straight line like splitting the air.

The ball twisted magically, but suddenly the line of fire was brazenly blocked by Iraqi defender Manaf Nadhim, his face violently smashed by the round object.

The weight of the ball is about 450 grams, if it has a speed that touches the number 100 km/h, then .. Just imagine if exposed by a dangerous point on the body.

Manaf fell flat on his back, silent in an instant which made Reza instantly run towards Manaf.

“Hei!”

Reza without hesitation, realizing something, Manaf's tongue was swallowed!

It is very dangerous, the respiratory path is covered by the swallowed tongue.

Reza put his finger in without fear of being bitten.

“Call medical!” exclaim Reza while enduring pain.

Witan who realized something, he immediately raised his hand followed by the referee who stopped the match.

“Come! I'm sorry!”

Reza grabbed his tongue, pulling it without thinking his finger would be injured from Manaf's bite.

“Urgh! Don't bite!”

In a split second later, Reza managed to pull the swallowed tongue, of course with great difficulty.

The medical team came, checked Manaf's condition, they directly claimed that if Reza did not move quickly, then Manaf's life was in danger.

“Aah~ Delight, sorry!”

Reza asked for a bandage, covering the wound on his finger that was bitten by Manaf.

“Thank you, man! You saved my life!” manaf said after he could get back on his feet, of course, in English.

Reza turned her head, she gave her warm smile as she said, “Yes, no problem!”