The sound of cheering from both sets of fans reverberated inside of the stadium inside which there were twenty two men currently contesting a game of football.

Only that it wasn't just any stadium, it was one of the most iconic, modern stadiums in France, home to the defending champions of he famous Ligue Un, Paris Saint Germain, and they were currently playing a match against another prestigious French team in Monaco.

"Shit!" Tyler mumbled as he felt someone ram into him from the side. This was the second time in the night that he was coming up against Nuno Mendes. Unlike the first time here Nuno Mendes managed to stop him because of his recovery pace, the was directly nullified and turned around to pass the ball, but he couldn't even do that in peace.

When he was about to kick the ball, Nuno Mendes body checked him causing him to stumble. Luckily, he could still make a touch on the ball and passed it to Zakaria who was deeper.

"Fuck". Tyler cursed again as he jogged back to the width of the pitch.

He had never played against a fullback so tough in his entire career. It was to be expected since he couldn't compare under 23 matches and grassroot academy games to playing against one of the most in form left back in the world.

After the second battle, Tyler's mind immediately started spinning. He wasn't so delusional that he didn't know the limits of his ability. At this point, it was obvious to him that he couldn't beat Nuno Mendes one on one. It was clear that the latter had his number and would continue to because he had nothing to use as an advantage.

As in the first instance, he used his pace and made a recovery while in the second one, he was just flat out bullied. Using the first instance as an inspiration, Tyler started to think. He needed a way to get past Nuno Mendez, not just for a fraction of a second, but in a way that completely removed him from he equation.

While he was thinking, the match continued, and he once again received the ball. This time, he switched with Ben Seghir and was on the left flank when he received Vanderson's long crossfield pass. He got the ball under control with his first touch and started running towards Achraf Hakimi who was already back-pedaling.

Fuck

As soon as I saw Hakimi's stance, Tyler cursed in his mind. He almost told himself that he wouldn't be able to get past Hakimi, but he removed the thought from his mind. If he was already thinking like that then the battle was already lost. He might as well just pass the ball back.

Tyler's legs flashed over the ball in quick succession as he did a couple of stepovers then moved the ball inside slightly before cutting back outside. It was a basic trick, a fake cut in which unfortunately did not work on Achraf Hakimi.

Instead of following him blindly, Hakimi stood still. It was a big risk to take as Tyler could've actually meant to cut inside, but like Nuno Mendes, Hakimi had the skills to take such a risk.

Seeing as his feint didn't work on Hakimi, Tyler pushed the ball further down the width, and ran towards the loose ball, along with Hakimi. Tyler got to the ball first and then stopped it, facing Hakimi head on. He tried a little bit of tricks again to get some space to try and enter the penalty box, but Hakimi wasn't budging. In the end Tyler could only pass backwards to Henrique.

Those two fuckers. Why won't they let me dribble them?!

Tyler felt frustrated as he walked down the flank and watch the ball go from his wing to the middle and then to the other side where he watch Ben Seghir try and fail miserably to get past Nuno Mendes, forfeiting possession of the ball in the process and causing Paris Saint Germain to go on the counter, creating a chance that almost got them their third goal of the match.

Fucking idiot.

Tyler thought as he stared at Seghir. Because of him, Tyler had to run back to defend because of Adi Hutter's strategy where the winger and the full back had to defend against the opposition winger.

73'

The match continued to drag on, and to fault, it became boring to the viewers. PSG were two goals up and didn't seem to be in a hurry to get the third, and Monaco, while they had control of the ball and were pushing for a goal were too reliant on their wingers who were...

How could one put this in a polite way...

They were currently residing in the pockets of the opposition full backs.

Akliouche, Ben Seghir, and Tyler all found themselves having the same problem. No matter what skill they tried, they couldn't get past their man. They even abandoned trying to get past the full back and started spamming crosses into the penalty box but the PSG center backs didn't allow Balogun any space and effectively dealt with the threats.

Once again, Tyler got the ball on the wing, inside the final third. Unlike the first time when he came against Nuno Mendes, he wasn't running eagerly. It wasn't because he was disheartened, no, rather having an opponent he couldn't beat made the match all the more exciting. It was because he knew that he had to be very smart about what he was going to do.

He had attempted what, seven dribbles since the match started and he'd completed just two. And that was when he decided to start spamming crosses inside the box. He needed something that could work though, something more concrete than that, and he only had a few moments to figure that out.

As he inched closer to Nuno Mendes, his brain was spinning rapidly, trying to think of a way until finally, his eyes lit up. He had thought of something.

His expression changed, and he looked at Nuno Mendes with a big smile on his face.

Let's go one more round you fucker

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