His footwork was quick but the impact was gentle. His foot did not hit the egg against its downward force, instead, it was "receiving it" as if catching rain and transferring the momentum into the air as if dissipating a massive ocean wave into the mist.
Not to mention, Chiko did not care about himself, his focus was on his intention of saving the ball, touching it with firm love and gentleness. Little did he knew, his eyes were tearing up at the swelling emotion brewing within.
He just didn't know what to do at the thought of losing his only family.
With his focus on just on the ball but also on the surroundings, he executed his kick with the same gentle touch and skill his grandma did a while ago - not realizing that everyone that was watching him had already dropped their jaw.