Raphael shook his head impatiently. Raphael preferred immediate action, constant pressure, and wasn't happy about having to wait.
"Let's get this over with," he said with his eyes still fixed on Mark, who was now exchanging a quick pass with Daniel.
The touch between them was agile, fluid, with no wasted movement. They didn't know each other, but they were above-par players, otherwise they wouldn't even be in this competition.
Mark received the ball back and moved quickly through the middle. In a few seconds, he had covered most of the distance to the opponent's penalty area.
Daniel was just behind, ready to offer support. However, Mark liked to attack and smiled broadly because, with only two players defending, he had the space to use the best: short dribbles, that kind of movement where the ball seems glued to the feet.