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Chapter 712: Barca vs Atletico IV



Hiro could spot multiple threats in the opposing squad. Especially the trio of their front three, each of them was oozing threat. They looked ridiculously sharp.

Even the aura around them felt intimidating.

While sweeping his gaze, Hiro's eyes fell on the individual who had replaced Lewandowski. The long golden hair cascaded down his shoulder like a waterfall. His cold blue eyes radiated an aura of calmness.

He had an imposing height of about 190 cm. Towering tall over the people around him, he easily stood out due to his imposing height.

His physique was a masterpiece of athleticism- lean yet robust, sculpted with just the right amount of muscle mass to maintain his explosive mobility without compromising agility. "Cillian O Conaill" Hiro muttered while staring at the tall blond with number 9 on his back. With an imposing figure and dynamic athleticism, Cillian was the ideal striker. He had an excellent knack for smelling goals. This trait of his made him even more dangerous.

Hiro could sense something awful oozing from him.

While exchanging greetings, Hiro couldn't help but feel uneasy. Cillian easily towered over him. Though he remained expressionless, Hiro felt uncomfortable being around him.

The red arrow above his head was already giving him bad vibes.

But being near him felt even more suffocating. Especially, those blue eyes. He couldn't help but tremble looking at those eyes.

"Just where did they even find this monster of a man?"

While assuming his position, Hiro couldn't help but ponder. After Lewandowski left the club, most people expected Barcelona to sign Erling Haaland.

Haaland being the hottest prospect in the world was expected to sign for Barcelona to reevoke the rivalry between the two clubs.

The world wanted to witness the rivalry between Mbappe and Haaland.

However, instead of signing Haaland, Barcelona introduced Cillian who used to play for Barcelona B until the call up. Though Cillian had an imposing physique, people didn't expect a lot from him. To them, he looked like just another random youth promoted to the first team.

Even though Cillian had been performing decently for the Barcelona B team, he didn't have any noteworthy achievements under his wing.

Thus, the people didn't expect much from him.

They simply assumed him to be a replacement to fill the vacant spot until the arrival of a world-class striker.

Just like their assumption, Cillian struggled to perform during his first few matches. With his lackluster performance, he failed to impress the crowd.

Despite graduating from the youth academy, he couldn't perform like others who had graduated. There wasn't anything impressive besides his imposing physique.

The fans couldn't even spot him communicating with the squad. He seemed like an individual with a reserved personality.

This further worried the fans.

However, they didn't expect anything from him to begin with. To them, he was a mere replacement to fill the vacant spot until the arrival of an impressive striker.

Hence, the fans didn't make an issue out of his lacking performance.

Hiro couldn't take his eyes off of Cillian. He kept staring at him. He had been feeling unsettled since earlier. However, he couldn't tell the reason for this unsettling feeling.

The stadium was growing incessantly loud.

While announcing their names, the screen also displayed the number of goals they had scored this season.

Hiro turned to look at the screen.

"With 18 goals under his name, Raphinha is leading the goal-scoring chart. If Los Colchoneros wants to win the match, they need to watch out for the front trio of Barcelona."

Raphinha's breakout season was the 24/25 season. Most people had expected for him to be a one season wonder. However, he proved every one wrong with his consistent performance even after the breakout season.

Even this season, he had already scored 18 goals and provided 9 assists.

Given their current form, he was the one they needed to keep a watch. Hiro, however, couldn't help but feel unsettled around Cillian.

Compared to their top scorer, Cillian had only managed to score five times during this season. However, even those numbers were impressive for someone who had only debuted this season.

Even so, those weren't the numbers expected of a striker.

While the referee prepared to sound the whistle, Hiro exhaled deeply. He had been distracted

for quite some time now.

"Let's focus on the match, Hiro."

Determination flashed past his eyes as he retracted his attention from Cillian.

Beep!

The game began with the referee's whistle. The crowd erupted forth with excitement, their gaze fixed on the pitch.

While the match proceeded on the pitch, the supporters of both side enthusiastically supported their team. Waving their banner, they sung and cheered.

Meanwhile, on the pitch, both sides competed for the domination of the possession. Both their playstyle contradicted each other.

Barcelona pressed high and attacked fiercely.

On the other hand, Atletico relied on counter-attacking football. However, with Hiro's addition, the burden on their defense had lessened to some extent.

With his vision and passing, Hiro helped distribute the ball.

From the midfield, Hiro controlled the pace of the game for his team. Even the attack would initiate from him.

He had a great responsibility to fulfill.

However, Hiro didn't feel burdened by the responsibilities. While keeping his calm, he helped distribute the passes. He efficiently connected the team.

Even against the intimidating press from the opposition, Hiro kept his cool and performed his

task flawlessly, leaving no room for complaints.

The game progressed smoothly with both sides fighting for the domination of the

possession.

Yet still, against the excellent possession play of Barcelona, they lacked.@@novelbin@@

Twenty minutes had already passed, and Barcelona was dominating the ball possession. They dominated the ball possession with 62% possession.

However, even with their dominance over the possession, they couldn't penetrate the defense

of the Atletico.

Rather, they weren't even capable of registering a single shot on target.

Atletico's defense had marked their wingers tightly, leaving them no space to operate.

Without their wingers, Cillian was practically rendered useless.

He relied on their wingers to support him.