Though Hiro failed to fool Vittorio, Hiro wasn't dejected. It would have been great if he could get through to him. But even if he couldn't, he wouldn't feel down about it.
He wasn't intending to get past him.
'You won't be going anywhere…' Vittorio curled his lips as he mused.
He was finding Hiro's struggle quite satisfying. Though Hiro's face didn't reveal any trace of struggle, Vittorio was satisfied with keeping him occupied.
He was satisfied with his role.
Enrique, on the sidelines, was equally satisfied with Vittorio's performance. He couldn't help but take pride in his judgment.
Brimming with satisfaction and pride, he rolled his eyes to the opposing bench. There, Diego stood with his brows knitted.
'Now, what will you do, Diego?'
Hiro flicked the ball with the outside of his boot. The ball soared as it travelled to the flanks, where Simeone made his run.
The excitement surged as the ball soared.
