107 - Liverpool FC versus Brighton FC (Part 5)
Arthur, at moments like this, seemed to grow even bigger, using every inch to intimidate and open up space. He turned his body to the side, shielding himself from the defenders, his broad shoulders raised, his feet planted in the grass like deep roots.
For an instant, the sound of voices, footsteps, and the frantic pace of the pitch disappeared. Arthur concentrated entirely on the ball, and in that small world that formed, he saw only Lucas' cross. With a powerful push from his legs, he leapt, his body rising into the air, arms raised for balance, like a bird in flight.
The impact of the ball against his forehead was exact, transmitting all the energy of his leap into a thunderous header. He directed it into the right-hand corner of the goal, the one spot he believed the goalkeeper, no matter how skillful, would struggle to reach.