The stadium lights gleamed off the perfectly manicured pitch as Sebastian Larsson stood poised just outside the box. Calm and focused, his eyes scanned the defensive wall, calculating the perfect angle.

“Alright lads, this one’s for the win,” he muttered under his breath.

With measured grace, Sebastian took a deep breath, planted his foot firmly, and curled the ball with surgical precision toward the top corner.

The crowd held its breath, watching as the ball bent around the wall, heading straight for glory.