With a perfectly weighted cross, Duro delivered the ball, slicing through Madrid's defence. The ball hung in the air, spinning slightly, as all eyes locked on Izan.
The teenager didn't hesitate. With breathtaking athleticism, he leapt into the air, his body twisting as he adjusted to the flight of the ball.
Time seemed to slow as Izan's figure arched in midair, his back parallel to the ground.
His right foot lashed out in perfect synchronization, connecting with the ball just as it descended.
The crack of the connection echoed through the stadium, followed by a gasp from the crowd.
The ball rocketed toward the goal, a blur of white streaking past defenders and goalkeepers alike.
"IZAN GOES FOR THE BICYCLE KICK! OH MY WORD!"
The Mestalla collectively held its breath as the ball smacked against the underside of the crossbar with a resounding thud, bouncing down onto the goal line before spinning out. Chaos erupted.