A fan

The game dragged on, like an injured dog.

With every second, the tension grew thicker, and Isaac felt like he was drowning in thick magma.

One mistake, or error could lead to a goal. He had experienced the same against Barcelona, he couldn't let it happen again.

Thuk!

Isaac received the ball in midfield after his defender had intercepted it. He spun around like a top , ready to take on the incoming player.

The player closed in.

Isaac waited for the player to draw close. The opposing shaktar midfielder didn't need an invitation as he stuck out his leg. Time seemed to slow.

Isaac was in a very vulnerable position at the moment. Losing the ball, it wasn't a very good idea considering how close he was to the backline.

However, Isaac stayed cool.

He dug his leg under the ball, before he flicked it over and past the defenders ball. Isaac followed, muscling his way through.

As soon as he made it through, he was already completing his scan of the field, his new ultimate trumpcard working wonders.

Zidane platinum card!

He could see everything!

Than he saw it, Isaac immediately smashed the ball forward, sending it to the left wing.

To every one watching, all of this happened in less then 3 seconds. His reception of the ball, his dribble and his pass all happened in quick succession, like sequences in a beautiful dance.

Isaac watched his pass hopefully, as their left winger controlled it but... Alas...

A slight miscontrol put the ball far ahead of him, allowing it to be cleared.

Isaac sighed and calmly walked to the leftside of the field to receive the throwin.

It continued, and Isaac continued.

Takeon, and pass. Takeon and pass.

He was showing everyone what a versatile player he was. He could be a deadly attacker or a sharp maestro.

Antwerp and shaktar continued to battle it out, until the final whistle blew.

~

As Isaac ventured throughout the massive Volksparkstadion, his eyes fell upon familiar faces right at the front rows.

"Oy! Isaac!"

A voice called out to him from amongst the crowd.

Isaac's eyes widened and he jogged toward the stands so that he reached the front row.

"How are you, Mr Patrick?" Isaac asked, his tone filled with surprise.

The English man laughed, before replying.

"Well good, nice performance today!"

"Thanks!"Isaac replyed, a smile coming over his face."did you come all the way to Germany to watch me?"

"Well, yeah... She kind of insisted." Patrick woods pointed at his sister as he dramatically designed exhaustion.

Isaac's eyes was drawn to the redhead that he hadn't noticed.

"Ah, sorry... I didn't know you were here!" Isaac said with a nervous chuckle. He was terrible at interacting with people, let alone females.

"It's fine." The girl briefly replied, with a shy smile.

"You're Mr Patrick's sister, right? How are you? I didn't know you were my fan!" Isaac said in fast succession, simply saying what came to mind at this point.

" I'm not a fan. I just love the game, and that's it. I needed an excuse to watch..." The girl simply replied with a shrug, crushing the little pride that had begun to arise.

"Oh..." Isaac muttered.

"Haha, her name is Mila, and she's a professional writer." Patrick said, seemingly bursting with pride.

"Patrick!" The girl said in protest.

"Whoah! You're into books?" Isaac probed." Can you tell me the name of the book?"

Mila shook her head, adamantly refusing.

"Ah, I guess it's fine..." Isaac replied, a little downhearted.

"Looks like you have to go now..." Patrick said casting a gaze at Isaac's team.

"True, true..." Isaac said as he turned to leave."alright, goodbye! I'll see you later!"

After the farewell, Isaac joined his team, before they left the massive stadium.