Not for long. Romantic story. Amannazarov M.

The anti-football player hits the ball. His gaze is calm and concentrated, and he himself is the embodiment of victory! He, of course, made his slightly ridiculous dance, incomprehensible, cosmically directing the blow exactly at the target.

and nothing depends on the goalkeeper. Because in this millisecond, his boots had already contacted the ball, which only he alone in history was able to truly pacify and tame. Now this humble ball with frantic speed, with a whistle, cutting the air, after a fantastically luxurious, twisted, super-powerful blow, from which it is impossible to divert the reverent-east-hearted gaze, will crash into the gate, and all the surrounding space will explode in delight with contact from contact and complicity from this divine genius...